#the avengers fanfiction
[START] [ABOUT AND WARNINGS] [FAQ]
Steve/ No, we should not.
You start laughing. You don’t mean to but the thought is so ridiculous that it immediately melts the tension you’ve been feeling. “What? No, Steve. Are you kidding?”
“Well, I wasn’t,” Steve says, a little tersely. “But I can see that isn’t something you’d consider.”
You drop to your knees in front of him trying to get yourself under control as you take his hands in yours. “I’m sorry. You are a beautiful, sweet, dope of a man. This pregnancy is too much pressure. We can’t add a wedding to it. The whole relationship will crash and burn. We’re still dating. We haven’t even said the ‘L’ word to each other. We can’t get married.” You stop and kiss his knuckles as you look up into his eyes. “We need to keep dating and getting to know each other so we can see how we fit together best. Then - however that is - we know it’s the best environment we can give to our baby.”
Steve smiles at you with an expression of soft adoration and guides you up into his lap to kiss you deeply. You melt into it, wrapping your arms around his neck and tilting your head. You need this, the tender reassurance that he’s here for you now, despite the fact the mistake was all yours.
“Alright,” he says, gently caressing his fingers over your stomach. “What should we do then? You tell me what you need.”
“I will,” you agree. “But you need to promise to tell me what you need too. This works both ways. Yes, fundamentally this is my choice to make, but you’re going to be a father, and you weren’t expecting that. It’s a big deal.”
Steve smiles at you. “I will,” he promises.
“Okay,” you say. “Relationship-wise, I think we should take it slow. We have a lot of extra pressure on us now. So while I hope we do get to the point that we are living as a family unit, I don’t want that to be the expectation. Let’s see how we go and get along. If it turns out we don’t work as a couple, I’d rather we break up on good terms and work together co-parenting, than break up and hate each other.”
“Agreed,” Steve says with a nod. “I may end up wanting to be here more to help you out though, so if I’m bothering you…”
“I’ll tell you,” you assure him.
“Good,” he says and kisses your cheek.
You take out your phone and open up the notepad. “Now as for what I need for the pregnancy…”
You are as good as your word. Both you and Steve continue to take things slow. The two of you continue dating as you had before, only now as well as romantic dinners and walks in the park, you have doctor’s appointments and visits to bring you food you were craving.
The morning sickness does a number on you, and you find it hard to balance work and a personal life. At its worst Steve does his best to make the dates as lowkey as he can. He brings you dinners and rubs your aching feet and back. Even on those times when he is away on a mission, he has food sent to your apartment so you don’t need to cook, and on a couple of occasions, he sends flowers too.
It is very hard to not fall deeply in love with him when he is being so attentive.
When the two of you attend the first ultrasound you find it hard to read his feelings. He seems to be all business. You wonder if you made the right choice, and if maybe having the baby will end up being too much for him.
He doesn’t balk though and by the time you reach the twenty-week ultrasound - the big one where you find out if there are any big genetic abnormalities and if you want, the sex - he actually seems excited. By then, thankfully, the morning sickness has passed and you’re able to take care of yourself again.
Steve holds your hand as he watches the image on the screen of the baby. “It feels really real now, doesn’t it?” He asks as the baby comes into view. “That doesn’t just look a little peanut anymore - that looks like a baby.”
You nod. You’ve passed the point of no return. That’s your baby on the screen, complete all the way down to its fingers and toes.
“So,” the tech says as she completes some measurements. “Are we finding out the sex today?”
You look at Steve and he shrugs. “That’s up to you,” he says.
Find out. It will help when thinking of names.
Don’t find out. Gender is a social construct and you want to make your decisions without it coloring everything.
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shutupanddance’s 50 Followers Challenge
What’s up kids! If you don’t know me, I’m shutupanddance, I write reader-insert fan fiction, and my goal is to reach 50 followers by September!
In order to achieve this, I need your help! This post will contain a list of writing prompts and the fandoms I write for. Your job is to either reblog this post, or send in a request! I will answer EACH ONE and give you headcanons, an imagine, or a short fic! By reblogging or requesting, you help me expand my audience. Now, if you don’t want to request one of the prompts, you don’t have to! I’ll take any requests. The prompts are just there as a guide.
Additionally, if you want to use these prompts for yourself, go right ahead! I don’t mind :)
Now, why should you participate?
My goal is to be the fanfic writer who writes where there is a lack of writing. There are so many times where I have been able to find ZERO reader-insert fan fiction for a character I love, and I want to fill those gaps. By helping me gain followers, you boost my work, and also the amount of requests I receive, meaning more and more people can ask for fics, imagines, and headcanons with their faves.
Obviously, you are in no way obligated to interact at all, but I would really appreciate it! If you are doing something similar, I’d be happy to help!
Anyway, here are the prompts!
#1: “I’d agree with you, but then we’d both be wrong.”
#2: “Should I ask why you have a knife in your purse?”
”It’s a dagger, actually, and no you shouldn’t.”
#3: “Close your eyes and listen. And trust me.”
#4: Rosemary, broken glass, and an old gun.
#5: “Do you remember when I loved you?”
”Good, because I never did.”
#6: “He saw the notice in the paper.”
”Why would you let him see the paper?”
”What was I supposed to do, eat it?”
#7: “I didn’t catch your name!”
”I didn’t throw it.”
#8: “I’m not better than you, but at least I’m not you. And right now, that’s worth a whole lot.”
#9: Romantic dinner, but something is wrong.
#10: Forehead kisses during an apocalypse
#11: “This isn’t BBC Sherlock! You can’t just run around administering justice as you see fit!
#12: Trying to get a smoke detector to shut up
#13: Falling out of a closet during Hide N Seek
#14: Revealing a dark secret, but it turns out that they already know
#15: Once upon a midnight dreary
#16: The odds were never in our favor
#17: If I should die, think only this of me
#18: Attack hugs
#19: Afraid of ladybugs
#20: The dumb*ss God couldn’t stop
#21: “There’s a rumor going around that you’re the one to ask if someone needs to acquire rare and dangerous objects.”
”There’s a rumor going around that you’re an undercover cop.”
#22: A parking lot, a coroner, and snails
#23: “You’re the only person I know who calls me that.”
NOTE: NOT ALL OF THESE PROMPTS BELONG TO ME ORIGINALLY. PLEASE TELL ME IF YOU KNOW WHO THEIR ORIGINAL CREATORS ARE, AS THIS IS AN OLD LIST I RECOVERED AND CAN’T FIND THEM.
Now, on to the list of fandoms!
- Marvel (MCU)
- DC (DCU)
- Harry Potter
- Star Wars (trilogies, Clone Wars, Rebels, Mandalorian)
- Star Trek (reboots, original series)
- Pacific Rim
- Knives Out
- Night at the Museum
- LOTR + The Hobbit
- Jurassic Park/World
- The West Wing
*if you don’t see your fandom on the list, let me know! Sometimes I forget what I’ve seen :)
Thank you SO MUCH for reading this far! Can’t wait to hear from you :)
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Steve/ Give him custody and never see them again
You look at your hands and take a deep breath. There are so many things to consider and so much at stake. You know you aren’t ready to be a parent, but you also know that abortion isn’t the right choice for you personally. If you could have it your way…
… well if you could have it your way you would have remembered to go to the pharmacy and get plan B in the first place. Or you would have let Steve get the protection he had wanted to use all along.
Failing that you’d give the baby up for adoption, but Steve is right, the child is the perfect target for someone who wants a particularly sadistic way to get to him. You didn’t want to break up with him, but maybe the pregnancy has doomed the relationship already. It was too much pressure to put on something so new if you decide to stay with him and raise the baby, and you don’t know if you can handle the aftermath of termination. The only option left is to admit defeat and hand over custody.
You look back up at him and frown. “I’m not ready to be a parent,” you admit. “I’d give them up for adoption if I could.”
Steve frowns and nods taking your hand. “So we’re over then?” He asks.
“I don’t want that, but I can’t see this working as a relationship if you’re raising our baby and I’m not,” you say.
“No,” he says. “And I really think giving them up is too dangerous.”
“I know,” you say. “And you’re right. Steve… I’m so sorry.”
He shakes his head. “It’s not your fault. Accidents like this happen every day.”
He squeezes your hand gently. “No buts. No ifs. We went down this path together. I’m sorry that you’re in this position too.”
He leans over and kisses your cheek and you sigh, thinking about how much you will miss those lips. “So what shall we do?”
“Well,” he says. “First off you should know, I’ll cover all your medical care. You won’t have to worry about that.”
“Thank you,” you say.
“It’s up to you how much you want me to be there for the pregnancy. If you want me to back right off, that’s fine. But I’d like to be there to help you out if I can. I know… given this -” he gestured between the two of you “- that might put too much pressure on you. And if you need the space, I understand.”
You nod. “I’ll think about it. Maybe we have some space, to begin with, and when I’m a little more pregnant you can come to appointments and things.”
He nods in agreement. “That sounds like a good idea. I’ll get lawyers to draw up a custody agreement. You just need to decide if you want to be involved or not.”
“Right now I feel like not at all, but, I guess that might change,” you say.
“And that’s fine if that changes,” he says.
“Steve,” you whisper.
“Yes, sweetheart?” He says.
“Are you okay?”
Steve makes a choked sound and wipes his eyes with the back of his hand. “I don’t… I don’t know.”
You wrap your arms around him and hold him and he shakes slightly in your arms. “It’s okay to be scared.”
“Is it?” He asks.
“Oh, honey,” you say and rub his back in soothing circles.
He doesn’t cry but he holds you until his breathing steadies and he pulls back. “I think - I think I need to go speak to my friends.”
You frown and nod. “I think that’s a good idea. I probably should talk to my friends too.”
He kisses you gently before pulling back and standing. You walk him outside and he looks at you sadly. “I’m sorry again, Steve.”
He shakes his head. “No more of that. We move forward.”
You nod and watch him go. You know he said ‘no ifs’ but you can’t help thinking, what if you’d made a different choice?
~ END ~
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Steve/ Keep the baby and raise it together
You run your hand over your stomach. Even as early as it is in your relationship you know that either terminating the pregnancy or giving up the baby isn’t the right thing for you. You worry that it will always be something you wonder about. Especially if you ever do get to the point of wanting to have kids. It’s scary, but keeping the baby is the right choice for you.
“I think I’d like to have them,” you say. “I get it if you don’t, and you don’t need to be involved. But I think I’d always be filled with regret if I chose to give them up or terminate.”
“Okay,” Steve says, exhaling slowly. “I’m gonna be a dad.”
“Sorry,” you say meekly.
Steve shakes his head. “I don’t want them to ever feel like we don’t want them,” you say. “It was an accident. People have them all the time. Now it’s our baby and I never want them to feel the way my dad made me feel.”
You smile a little and lean over, kissing his cheek. “Thank you.”
There’s silence for a moment and Steve eats some of the chips that came with his sub. “So… we should get married… right?”
No, we should not.
It’s the right thing to do
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Steve/ Have an abortion
You frown and run your hands over your stomach. This isn’t planned and neither of you is ready to co-parent. It will put too much pressure on you and Steve and in the end, all three of you will suffer.
“I think… I think I want to terminate,” you say honestly.
Steve rubs your arm. “Are you sure?” He asks, gently. “Don’t do it just because you think it’s what’s expected of you. You’ll have to live with the decision either way.”
“What about you?” You ask. “You have to live with it too.”
He nods. “That’s true,” he agrees. “But in the end, it’s not my body. I don’t have to go through childbirth. You would.”
“Does that mean you want me to have it?” You ask.
He shakes his head. “I honestly feel torn in different directions. Part of that is when I’m from. My parents weren’t strict Christians, and my ma was a nurse, she knew the reality of the world. But it was still not something you were supposed to do. Women got sent away for nine months if they were rich, or they risked dying on their kitchen floor if they were poor, but the preference was always that the guy did the right thing and married her. I was always taught to do the right thing and right now I’m fighting that ‘you have to marry her’ alarm that’s going on in the back of my head. But in an ideal world, you wouldn’t be pregnant right now. We’d be married already and we’d have talked about having a family and be planning to do it. So if you want to terminate, that’s the closest to getting that right? We move on and then later if we get to that point, we can choose to do this.”
You laughed softly. “You’d really marry me?”
He nods and kisses the top of your head. “I think I’d get given a lot of flack by my friends, but I really would.”
You lean up and kiss him deeply. His confession solidifies things for you. Steve Rogers is a good and decent man and you want to give your relationship the chance to grow properly, not being forced into something before it’s ready. He caresses your jaw as his lips move with yours. He pulls back slowly and looks down at you. “What was that for?” He asks.
“Just for being you,” you said. “Will you come with me to the appointment?”
He nods. “Of course I will,” he says. “I wouldn’t let you go through this thing alone.”
“Thank you,” you say, and snuggle into the crook of his arm.
Thanks to the Avengers having their own medical wing, you’re able to avoid the crowds of right-to-lifers yelling insults at women outside of planned parenthood. You change into a hospital gown and get up on the table. It’s covered in a narrow sheet and absorbent pad and you make sure you’re in position on it for when the doctor arrives.
Steve seems to notice the tension you’re holding and takes your hand. “I’ll be here the whole time,” he says. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“I feel guilty,” you say, as you link your fingers with his.
“You don’t have to go through with it if you don’t want to,” Steve assures you.
You shake your head. “No, it’s not that. I just know people who have struggled to have a baby, and here I am throwing one out.”
“That’s not what you’re doing,” Steve says. “And the world can be cruel. It’s not fair that kids are born into families that abuse them. Or good people with so much love to give can’t have their own. But that hasn’t got anything to do with here and now. Here and now you aren’t ready for this.”
You nod. “Thank you, Steve.”
He takes your hand and kisses your fingers and as he lowers his hand your doctors come into the room.”
“How are we doing?” Doctor Asher asks.
You blurt out a laugh and quickly cover your mouth. “Sorry,” you say. “Okay. Ready for this to be over.”
“Well, it is a fairly quick procedure,” Doctor Asher says. “Ben will sedate you, and then we'll get started.”
Ben takes a moment putting in your cannula and sets up an IV. The sedative acts quickly and it’s not long until you’re feeling loopy and like a mix between drunk and high. Ben put surgical drapes over your stomach and they put your legs up into the stirrups.
“There’s going to be a pinch,” Doctor Asher says. She inserts the speculum and spreads it, and you wince, squeezing Steve’s hand.
“It’s okay,” Steve says. “I’ve got you.”
“She lied to me, Steve,” you whine, your speech slurred.
He smiles and presses a kiss to your fingers. “She’s very mean, sweetheart.”
The sedation becomes deeper, like your swimming under a thick fog while the doctor moves around at your legs. “Okay, one more. This one will be worse.”
If Steve wasn’t a super-soldier you wonder if you would have broken his fingers. You almost scramble right back off the table to get away from the sharp pain you feel. Then after that, you feel nothing.
There is a vague awareness that the doctors and even Steve are talking - telling you that you were doing great, and just a little longer. You know you keep complaining about them hurting you, but whether you actually feel any pain you can’t say. Everything that is happening is happening to someone else and you are sitting in a foggy little bubble.
“All done,” Doctor Asher says. “You did really well. Ben will help you to recovery.”
Steve helps you to sit up and get your panties back on, as Ben puts a large maternity pad in place for the bleeding and you get put into a wheelchair and wheeled into recovery where you are put into bed. Steve hops up on the bed, sitting near your head, so he can caress your hair.
“Steve,” you say, still deep in your drug fog. “Do you hate me?”
“No, sweetheart,” he assures you. “Never think that.”
“That’s the sedation,” Ben says. “But her mood will be erratic as the hormones right themselves.”
“Thank you,” Steve says and wraps his arm around you as Ben fusses around you. Unhooking the IV and taking out your cannula. He makes sure you have a heated blanket and that you have enough pillows and gets you juice and a sandwich. When he leaves, you turn your still very foggy head back to Steve.
“Will we be okay after this?” You ask.
“What do you mean, honey?” Steve says.
“Us. This happened too soon right?” You slur. “Aren’t you going to resent me?”
“No, sweetheart,” Steve says, holding you against him. “I don’t know what the future is going to be like, but I’m proud of you for making the right choice for you. We’re going to be just fine.” He leans in close so you can feel his breath against your neck. “I love you, you know?”
It is a very strange time to hear it, and you aren’t even sure you’ll remember that he has said it, but rather than being scary, it puts you at ease again. You are all going to be okay. You snuggle into him and close your eyes. “I love you too,” you whisper.
~ END ~
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Steve/ Tell him you can’t wait.
You shake your head and grab his wrist, pulling him back down on top of you. “No, Steve,” you say as he allows himself to be moved in position. “It’s fine. I need you now.”
Steve looks at you skeptically, and you take his hand, drawing you back down to you. He gives in, kissing you deeply. You wrap your arms around him and hook one leg around his waist so that he’s pulled tightly against you.
His cock slides up and down your soaking folds, rubbing against your clit, sending little sparks through you from the sensitive bundle of nerves. You moan into his lips, wanting nothing more than for him to be inside you.
You angle your hips and wrap your fingers around his thick shaft, guiding him slowly inside you. He’s large but you’re ready to take him, you cunt stretching as he fills you more completely than any man ever has.
Steve waits for you to adjust but you’re too impatient. You have a frantic need in you that has to be sated. You rut up under him, thrusting your hips so that he slides in and out of you, his cock moving along the ridges of your cunt. You moan and kiss him passionately as he begins to mimic your movements. Your tongue coaxes his lips apart and you dip it into his mouth, swirling it with his as you kiss him passionately.
Even as he thrusts, you feel like things are going too slow. You push his shoulder. He takes the hint and rolls, keeping himself sheathed inside you. You sit up, leaning your palms on his chest, and begin to bounce. With each downward movement, you force more of him inside you, until he’s hitting your cervix and sending a sharp pain through your core. Steve stares up at you in a half daze, moaning and thrusting up into you at a slower pace than you’re moving - countering the frantic bouncing with slow deliberate thrusts.
You guide his hand to your cunt and he begins to rub your clit with his thumb in small tight circles. It sends a sharp current right through your core and the pressure that has been building inside you bursts. You throw your head back and cry out loudly as you come, your whole body shuddering above him. Steve continues to thrust up into you as your cunt flutters and squeezes around his shaft.
“God,” he groans and with a jerk, he comes. You can feel the pulse of his cock as it spills inside of you, painting your internal walls white.
You collapse down on top of him, breathing heavily as you slowly come down from your orgasm high.
“Holy shit, that was amazing, Steve,” you hummed.
Steve rubs your back and kisses your cheek. “It was pretty great,” he agrees.
Things continue as normal when you get back from your holiday. The romance of the weekend carries you through for a few weeks, so it almost feels like you’re riding a cloud. You certainly don’t remember things like ‘morning after pills’ that you had planned to get, and given that you don’t see Steve for a little over a week because he’s gotten caught up with work, and even then it has been a quick lunch date, you don’t have more sex to remind you that that was something you were supposed to have done.
So when you’re hit by a strong bout of nausea, the feeling of needing to vomit is strongly enhanced by the fact that it immediately reminds you that you had unprotected sex with Steve.
You panic. Steve trusted you, and you let him down. Not to mention that there is no way either of you are ready for this. Neither of you has even said ‘I love you’. Putting a child in the equation is so far down the track it might as well be an alternate universe.
You rush to the store as soon as you can and purchase a pregnancy test. Despite the directions saying it’s best taken in the morning, you can’t wait. Your anxiety is through the roof and all you can think is even though Steve is probably going to freak out about this, there is no way at all he can take it any worse than you are. All these possible outcomes pass through your head, but even the fairytale marriage and happily-ever-after one scares you. You want that, but getting it like this seems like a bad way to go about it.
You watch as the indicator line turns bright pink.
The test says you need up to five minutes before you get results, but no sooner has the indicator line filled in, but a fainter pink line traces in beside it.
The panic you feel shoots up to insurmountable proportions. The part of you that must have been hoping you just had the flu is crushed completely. You aren’t sure what to do first. You aren’t even sure whether you want this baby or not.
Eventually, you settle on calling Steve. While part of you thinks you should at least figure out what you want first, you need someone to help you weigh up the decision, and if you do decide to keep the baby, it will be his baby too.
You pick up the phone and call him.
It takes a little while for him to answer, and you were just about to give up and try texting him that you need to talk when he picks up.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Steve says, just over a whisper. “I can’t talk right now. I’m in the middle of a debriefing.”
“Oh -” you say, taken aback. “I - uh… sorry.”
“Are you okay?” Steve asks, and the genuine concern in his tone almost breaks you.
You take a deep breath and try to keep your voice steady as you speak. “Yes… no… I don’t know. We need to talk… in person.”
“Of course, honey,” Steve says, soothingly. “I’ll come around right after I’m finished up here. I can bring you dinner. What do you feel like?”
“Just something light. Soup, please,” you say. “I’ll see you then.”
“Okay, I’ll see you then,” Steve says and disconnects the call. You spend the rest of the afternoon trying not to spiral.
Steve shows up a little after six looking a little bruised and very tired. As he hugs you hello - being careful to keep the bag of takeout away from you while also providing a warm and comforting embrace - all you can think is that you’re going to break his heart.
“Come in,” you say.
“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Steve asks as he lays out the food on the table.
“You might want to sit,” you say.
Steve looks at you with his brow furrowed. “Is this the breakup talk?” He says, taking a seat.
The way he says it worries you a little. Like he’s been preparing to have it himself. It only adds to that intense sense of dread you were already feeling. You sit down opposite him and take several deep breaths, willing yourself not to just throw up.
“I hope not,” you say. “God… I don’t think there’s a way to break this to you easy.”
“Then just say it,” Steve says, sitting up straighter, clearly going on defense.
“I’m pregnant,” you say.
Steve blinks at you a few times like he’s having trouble processing the words. “Oh,” he says simply.
“Just oh?” You ask.
“Sorry,” he says, shaking his head. “I was bracing for you to tell me you were HYDRA or something.”
You laugh, thankful for the break in tension, but you also know it probably won’t last.
“How? You said… You said it would be okay?” He asks.
“I - I forgot, Steve,” you say, apologetically. “I meant to get myself the morning after pill. And I forgot.” There’s a pause and he sits back and runs his hands down his face. “I’m sorry.”
“Are you?” He asks and it feels like a knife in the heart.
“Yes,” you say, your face falling. “I - I really didn’t mean for this to happen.”
Steve lets out a breath. “I don’t… Look… I …” he shakes his head like he’s trying to clear it. “I’m sorry - I don’t know how I’m supposed to react to this.”
“I don’t think there is a right or wrong way,” you say, frowning.
“I don’t want to …” He stops and rubs the bridge of his nose. “I don’t think I’ll make a very good dad, but I won’t let you do this alone.”
“You?” You say. “You’ll be an amazing father. I just wish… I wish this was something you’d planned to do, instead of -” you wave your hands around “- this.”
He shakes his head. “I want to believe you didn’t do this to trick me. You sound sincere at least. I just… I work so much, and it’s dangerous work. Plus, people around me are in danger just having me in their lives. That’s no life for a kid. I’d always thought… if I did decide to be a parent I’d have stopped fighting.”
“Well,” you say. “I haven’t decided what to do yet. Maybe you still will get that.”
“You haven’t?” He asks.
You shake your head. “I needed someone to talk to,” you say and start crying.
He moves quickly, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you. He carries you to the couch and sits beside you, holding you. “It’s okay. Of course, you did. I’m here now.”
“What do you think I should do?” You ask.
“It’s your body and your life. I really don’t get a say in that,” you say.
“I know,” you say, shakily. “But you must have an opinion.”
You sigh. “Well,” he says. “I don’t feel ready, but if you have them. I’ll help raise them. You won’t do it alone. I’ll make sure you’re both safe, and taken care of. I’ll make sure they have the dad I wish I had,” he explains. “If you decide not to have it… I’ll be there too. You won’t go through that alone either.”
“Yeah? You’d really be okay with that?” You ask.
“Not if you feel pressured into it, I wouldn’t,” he says. “But don’t be too surprised. Just because abortion wasn’t legal back in my day, doesn’t mean people didn’t do it. They just did it with a coat hanger and were just as likely to bleed out in their kitchens. I’m just glad people can choose safely now.”
You cuddle up to him. “I appreciate that, Steve.”
“The only thing I would ask is that if you plan to adopt them out, that you just let me take full custody,” he says. “I think it would be too easy for someone with bad intentions to get hold of one of my kids just because they want the genetic material.”
The weight of those words felt a little oppressive. It meant a lot. In a way it was good. He was willing to step up and be a parent alone if need be, just to protect them. That meant if you decided to raise the baby together, he’d be there. But taking the option of giving him custody would definitely be the end of you and Steve as a couple. You couldn’t date the man who was raising the baby you chose not to keep.
“What’s your gut telling you?” Steve asks. “What do you want to do? I’ll support it, no matter what.”
Keep the baby and raise it together
Have an abortion
Give him custody and never see them again
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Steve/ “How about we try out the bed instead?”
You look him up and down and lick your bottom lip. He looks so good, and you are so ready for this. You want him now, no more waiting. “How about we try out the bed instead?”
He looks out the window and back at you, before approaching and wrapping his arms around your waist. “We can do that.”
He leans in and you bridge the difference, kissing him hungrily. There is a frantic desperation to the way you kiss, like this can’t happen fast enough. You begin to back up towards the bed, stripping off each other’s clothes as you move. By the time your calves bump up against the bed frame, you’re both down to just socks. He’s beautiful. Possibly the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen naked. Every part of him looks like it was designed by artists - all the way down to the pores of his skin. His cock is thick and straight and uncut and you wonder how it will feel having such a large cock stretching and filling you. Steve lifts you easily and tosses you onto the mattress. You squeal and scramble back, opening your legs to invite him between them.
He kisses his way up your thighs, grazing his teeth over the soft skin and tugging on it gently. You moan and lift your hips, wanting more - needing it with every fiber of your being. He sucks at the apex of your thigh and your cunt floods. Your arousal drips from you and Steve spreads your folds and laps it up greedily. His tongue explores every part of your cunt, lapping over your folds, dipping inside you, and flicking over your clit.
You moan and tangle your hands in his hair, pushing him down against you more. He sucks on you hungrily and swirls his tongue inside you, moaning into your cunt. His tongue is replaced by two thick fingers and he pumps them in and out of you as he sucks greedily on your clit. He presses his lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves and flicks his tongue back and forth over it.
It feels like there was a wildfire roaring through your veins. Your moans and gasps fill the room as he brings you closer and closer to the edge, and as good as it feels, what you really want is to feel his cock penetrating you.
“Fuck… oh god, Steve! Yes!” You cry, writhing on the bed under him. He curls his fingers and as they press down on your g-spot you come. You arch off the bed and cry out as your orgasm crashes down on you.
Steve sits up and wipes his mouth, and goes to climb off the bed.
“Where are you going?” You ask.
“Protection,” he says, pointing at his suitcase. “I packed some.”
You look from him to the bag. You want him so badly and you know he can’t get sick. It’s true that you aren’t on birth control, but part of you wants to take the risk, you can always get the morning after pill tomorrow, after all.
Be patient and let him get it
Tell him you can’t wait.
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Percy Jackson & The Avengers: Convergence - they steal an old pirate ship
I'm alive!! I'm so sorry for just ditching you guys, but I was in Shasta for a week and didn't have any internet access so I wasn't even able to say that I was gonna not update. But I hope this nice, semi-long chapter makes up for it! Reminder that this is also available on FF, Inkitt, Ao3, Webnovel, and Wattpad
On a completely different note, I'm going to be starting to write a book. Like, a real published book. It'll take a few years but I'm determined and I love the idea I thought of so if any of you are interested, email me at firstname.lastname@example.org and I might be willing to send some samples. I want input, badly. And all the people in my life are biased. Total strangers on the internet are totally made for this, right?
I recently got into readers marauder era fanfics and I'm already in too deep, gays (and yes I meant to say gay, we all know it if you're reading pjo fanfiction). There is no escape.
Anyway, I'm running out of prewritten chapters, so I have to get to writing that while preparing to write a book. Wish me luck! Happy pride month! 🏳️🌈✨
- your author
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"Run it by me again. Just one more time," Steve asked, still highly confused.
They had made it to Florida and were now at a private dock. Percy had just briefly explained his control over any water vehicle and the Captain was not getting the point.It was understandable. Percy still barely got it.
However, they didn't have a whole lot of time, and every second they wasted discussing Percy's weird powers was another second Annabeth's captors had to hurt her. They did not have time for this.
"We are going to steal a boat, and I'm going to sail us the rest of the way," Percy sighed.
"Ok, but, how are we going to sail it if only you know how to do it?" Steve asked.
Even Piper was getting frustrated now. "He can control the boat! We won't have to do anything! The boat will listen to his will! Oh my gods!"
"But how is that possible!?" Steve shouted.
"How would I know?! I was just born with the freaky powers!" Percy yelled right back, getting fed up with this never-ending conversation.
Jason decided to cut in before things got too out of hand. They had to save Annabeth.
"Guys! This doesn't matter! What matters is that we save Annabeth, and we can't do that if we're stuck here arguing over something that is out of our control," he said.
Percy huffed. "He started it."
Hazel rolled her eyes. "How does Annabeth put up with you?"
"Honestly? No idea," Percy smirked.
"Let's just get going, team. We have a boat to steal, right?" Tony asked.
"Yep. And I think this place has the perfect one for the job." The son of Poseidon then started walking away, apparently following his weird sailing powers.
I guess we're supposed to follow him, thought Piper.
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"This is supposed to take us through the most cursed waters on the planet?" Bruce asked, looking the boat up and down.
"Yes. Isn't it beautiful?" Percy said and smiled, running his hand along the side.
Tony leaned over to Frank. "Is he seeing the same boat we are?"
Frank just shrugged, used to Percy's weirdness by now. Honestly, it was a little hard for him to imagine the team taking what was in front of them to Polyphemus' island. It seemed like it wouldn't survive the normal ocean.
To be clear, what Percy was suggesting they take was an old pirate ship, currently on display inside of a warehouse at the dock. It was covered in dried-up barnacles, and the mast was split in half. There were also holes all along the sides. It was a miracle the thing hadn't crumbled already.
"Yes, Tony, I am. This thing will run for me. It doesn't even need to be repaired, I can handle that. The only thing that matters is that it is built to withstand the type of waters we're going out in," Percy said. "We need all the advantages we can get."
Natasha, to everyone's surprise, spoke up, "I think we should trust Percy. If he says it'll work, then it'll work. He's the son of Poseidon, right? Nothing can hurt us while in the ocean. Am I correct, Percy?"
Jason cleared his throat and gave Percy a significant look. The Avengers needed to know that they were basically powerless in the triangle. The older teen looked ready to explain, but Frank spoke before he had the chance.
"Actually, no. The Sea of Monsters is outside of Poseidon's realm of power, hence the name. Percy won't have the same access to his father's domain as he does out here," he said, "So, basically, we're entering a dangerous situation, with no backup, and an inexperienced team. Should be fun, right?"
The Avengers were shocked, to say the least. Not at what the boy had said, but who had said it. As far as they had seen, Frank wasn't as confident as his physical form portrayed. They were wrong. Frank was confident, and his friends were proud of him for it, too. It had been a large transformation from when Percy had first met the son of Mars.
"Well, I think we should start heading out. We want to get as far as possible before the sun goes down, right?" Piper asked.
"Right," Percy nodded.
She wasn't really certain about all of this sailing stuff. Sure, she had been on the Argo II, but that was different than an actual boat. For one, it could fly and was controlled by a gaming console. She hadn't really bothered learning how to actually run a ship for that.
But now, she had to act like she knew what she was doing, and that was scary. The Avengers may put on a confident front, but she saw the insecurities in all of them. Some were harder to find than others, but finding insecurities was her specialty.
They really were going into a completely unknown situation. At least Piper and the Seven had been in this world for a little while, but the Avengers hadn't even encountered a monster before. It would sure be a shock when they were faced with some of the worst ones for their first fights. So, she and the rest of the demigods had a responsibility to be the examples, no matter how much the "adults" liked to point out that it was "ethically wrong" for them to do that.
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Turns out, the kid hadn't been lying about being able to sail the ship. Tony would be the first to admit that he was skeptical of the structure of the vessel, but he was proved wrong when, after the group had gotten the thing into the water, it had started to magically prepare itself for departure. Not a single drop of water leaked into the interior; it was like the water simply moved around the holes.
It was spectacular!
Before he knew it, the group had settled into the boat and were moving away from the dock. The Avengers were marveling at everything around them, considering that Percy wasn't even steering the thing, and yet it was supposedly moving in the right direction. To add to the shock, the ship's parts were moving themselves. It was not logically possible, and yet there Tony was, watching it unfold like some kind of acid trip.
"This is...amazing," he muttered, leaning against the rail with Leo, who he had taken a certain liking to. They were a lot alike.
The son of Hephaestus grinned, "Right? I told you guys Percy had cool powers. You should see him with Blackjack or Arion. It's wacky, man!"
"Who's Blackjack and Arion?" Tony asked, noting the new names.
"Oh. Right, I forgot. Blackjack is Percy's pegasus, and Arion is Hazel's horse. Percy can talk to them because his father created horses," Leo answered.
And just when the man of iron was getting used to all of this, he was pulled back into astonishment.
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After a couple hours of mingling and exploring, Percy called the team up to the deck. He had started to feel it a while ago when he knew it was still a distance away, but now he knew that they were approaching the Sea of Monsters.
It was a blank spot for him. Everywhere else, he could feel the ocean's power thrumming, waiting for him to control it. But here, there was nothing. Considering they were in the middle of the ocean, it was pretty obvious what it was. That was how he had tracked the place down without a map. It was his blind spot. He would just follow the blankness like it was the North Star.
Once everyone had gathered, he told them the news, and to say the atmosphere changed was an understatement. What smiles they had had disappeared, and their expressions turned serious.
"It's time, guys. Get ready. The first thing we're going to come up on is Scylla and Charybdis. We have to go through them to get into the sea. Now, I've planned this so that we should hopefully be able to pass through without any problems, but with six demigods' luck, we shouldn't rely on that too much. Charybdis only feeds three times a day, so if I planned this right, we should be able to pass over her without a fuss. Everyone got it? Be prepared for a fight, but don't expect it, please. We don't need any more reasons for the Fates to curse us."
Hazel stepped up, "Should the Avengers help us if we end up fighting something? Or should they just observe how we deal with monsters first?"
"We can handle ourselves," Steve defended.
Jason sighed, fed up with the same old arguments, "Alright, that's it! The Avengers will let us take the lead in any fights we may or may not end up in. They will not do anything without one of our approvals because we have actual experience with these beings. They will not be put on the sidelines, but they will also not be on the front lines. Does that work for everyone?"
Percy sent a thankful grin to his cousin, "Thank you, Jason. And yes, it does."
Jason just nodded in return.
"Alright, gang! Buckle up! Make sure to keep your hands and feet inside the ship at all times, and remember, the sword points away from you. It's showtime!" Leo cackled.
Just as he finished, they entered a wall of mist, which was unsettling to say the least. The temperature dropped almost three degrees as they passed through it.
Percy pulled out Riptide before steering the ship towards Charybdis. Hopefully, if everything went to plan, they would be out of this Hades-forsaken place by sunrise.
But, of course, nothing ever went to plan on a demigod's quest.
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Maybe it wasn't the best idea for me to come, was Bruce's first thought as he got his first glimpse at a greek monster. He had taken refuge inside the sleeping quarters of the ship, practicing his breathing exercises. He was really hoping this didn't turn into a Code Green. This was definitely not the place to let the Hulk loose.
So far, it had been silent upstairs, so Bruce concluded that it was going good so far. He had researched the Greek and Roman myths before they had left and on the plane, and everything that he could find on Charybdis was not reassuring. It was true what Percy said, that she only ate three times a day, but nobody really knew when those times were. Until Percy, apparently. He had survived the Sea of Monsters, so everyone on this ship had to trust his judgement in everything they did here. Bruce could tell that the other Avengers were struggling with taking orders from a "child." But Bruce had learned to not underestimate anyone on his travels while in hiding. Plus, look up any demigod's name and there was a whole list of accomplishments to find.
If Percy said that he knew when the monster liked to eat, then he knew when the monster liked to eat. It was as simple as that.
So, ten minutes into their first obstacle, and things were going fine. Everyone was eerily quiet, but no sign of Charybdis or Scylla yet. Of course, as soon as someone thought about it, an outline of a serpent appeared in the fog surrounding the boat.
Frank was the first one to spot it. "Guys..." He looked up at Percy. "We have a problem."
He pointed into the fog and Percy cursed. "Oh schist. I knew she couldn't just leave us alone."
The Avengers had figured out that something was coming and were unsure what to do. The demigods seemed to be just waiting like sitting ducks for the thing to attack them, and that was not a good plan. The Avengers don't wait for their opponent to strike first.
"Alright, that's it. I'm going to see what it is," Tony mumbled, activating his Iron Man armor.
"No, Tony! That's not a good-" Piper got cut off as the billionaire flew off, "...idea."
If she couldn't yell at that idiot, she was gonna yell at his teammates. She turned around, prepared to cuss out some idiot "superheroes," but Hazel beat her to it. "What was he thinking?! Why didn't you idiots stop him?! He has no idea what he's getting himself into! That monster is NOT something you guys can handle without our help! Mortalium tam stultus!"*
Natasha appraised the small demigod. She sure was a young spitfire. And from what she had seen already, a powerful one.
"Ok, let's just calm down, alright? Tony should be able to hold his own until we can go save his stupid ass," Leo sighed. Working with mortals was draining.
They were always so brash about things. And yes, coming from a greek, that statement was pretty hypocritical, but it still wasn't a lie. He idolized Mr. Stark's work, but man if only the guy could learn some restraint and he would be perfect.
Just as Leo had spoken, an explosion was heard, followed by a muffled string of curses. Only Tony Stark could come up with those creative swear words, so at least there was proof that the guy was still alive. For now, at least. The group needed to get that soon.
"Alright, hold on! This is gonna get bumpy!" Percy shouted, steering the ship towards the sound of fighting.
He willed the vessel to move faster, and it, of course, obeyed. In his head, Percy was just thinking rush rush rush. They needed to get this fight out of the way and get to Annabeth right after. Percy was praying to any god that would listen for there to not be any more disruptions to their journey. He just had to be confident in his skills. He had done this before, so he knew what lay ahead of them.
And it was going to be a challenge.
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Tony would deny any claim of him being held in the mouth of a sea serpent by his leg. Cuz that didn't happen. Totally.
But if it did, then the rest of the questing group would have worked together to fend off the monster until they could get away. Percy would've used Riptide to stab the monster in the leg, while Jason flew up and used his gladius to cut open her eye. The rest of the group basically just put on a full-frontal assault until Scylla released their idiotic teammate. Leo blew some fire, Hazel manipulated the Mist so that the Avengers could all see it for what it was, Piper made it loosen its grip with her charmspeak, Frank and Clint released some well-placed arrows, Natasha fired some gunshots, and Steve sliced into it with his shield.
All in all, the thing realized quickly that it was outmatched.
Then, after Tony received a very stern reprimanding by Piper and Steve, the group carried on. They didn't have time to dilly-dally. Saving Annabeth was their top priority.
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"Let me go, you skatá!"* Annabeth screamed, kicking her captor in the knees.
She had been knocked out as soon as they had shadow traveled, so she hadn't woken up until an hour ago. When she had, her wrists and ankles had been shackled to a stone wall with imperial gold shackles. The terrorists had stepped up their game.
There was dim lighting, but from what she could figure out before, she was in a cave of some kind. They had completely cleared out the area around her, so there weren't any visible location markers. That is, until they moved her.
The people who had grabbed her were strong and bulky and covered in black. They had black combat suits with black ski masks covering their features. Stereotypically, Annabeth would've figured the goons to be stupid, but they kept her shackles on and put a sack over her head so they at least has someone smart on their team.
Annabeth was getting really sick of not knowing anything, though.
So that's where she found herself at the moment: as a "defenseless" hostage. It was quite comical, really. Did these idiots really think that she would go quiet?
She felt one of her kicks come into contact with a kneecap and heard a satisfying grunt of pain from one of the thugs. Good, she thought, I hope that hurt.
Then, she was thrown onto the cold, stone floor and forced to hold her head up. The whole situation was so stereotypical that she wanted to laugh. But then she also didn't want to come off as more psycho than her captors, so she kept it to herself.
"This is quite interesting," a voice said, "The prideful daughter of Athena, reduced to a simple mortal's hostage.
The sack on her head was yanked off, so Annabeth spat down at the man's feet, glaring at him with a burning hatred. Taking a quick survey of the room, Annabeth found that she was being held captive on Polyphemus' island. The room was the main room of his cave; the one where she, Percy, and Grover further blinded the cyclops.
"If you had actually gotten me on your own, it might have been impressive, but having to use monsters is just pathetic," she said.
The leader growled and kicked her in the jaw. It didn't have enough power to break it, but it did cause her to bite through her tongue.
Annabeth spit out the blood produced in her mouth, dirtying the man's shiny shoes. The guy would have to do a lot worse than that to scare her.
"Hmm... I like your spirit. It's going to be that much more fun when I break it," he hissed, kneeling down to her eye level.
"I hope you rot in Hades," is all Annabeth responded with.
The guy laughed. ACTUALLY laughed. So, he was a crazy sociopath hades-bent on tearing down the natural order of the universe, Annabeth decided, how nice.
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I kinda really love this and I hope you did too. Now, to get into some unasked political shit: Love is love. I like all genders, and I still don't want to see any of them practically having sex in front of me. So just, accept yourself and others for who they are and move on. Is that so hard? Happy pride month & happy Father's Day!!
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The group was spending time in the dining room of the ship when all of a sudden, Percy remembered something truly horrifying. Like, beyond disgusting!
“Oh, my gods! Guys!!!” he exclaimed.
Hazel rolled her eyes and said, “What, Percy?”
“Charybdis is my half-sister! Ew ew ew ew ew EW EW EW EW!!!” Percy shouted his answer.
Everyone simultaneously gagged.
(Inside, Steve was starting to get seriously concerned about these kids’ chaotic family.)
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I feel like we as a society have gone from using code words to tell if you read fanfiction to telling your mom "uh, yeah, I'm reading among us fanfiction, what about it?"
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[START] [ABOUT AND WARNINGS] [FAQ]
Steve/ Tell him you feel the same
Tears prick your eyes and you hug him tightly again, pressing your cheek against his chest. “I love you too,” you mumble into his chest. “I love you, Steve. I don’t want to live my life without you.”
He tightens his arms around you, and with almost no warning, lifts you, carrying you to the bedroom. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him hungrily as he holds you, bridal style, and carefully sets you down on the bed. You don’t let him pull back. Instead, you spread your legs, pulling him down on top of you. You hold him close, letting the coarse material of his uniform rub against the thin fabric of your slip. You moan gently into his lips, not wanting to let him go, but knowing you probably need to if you want this to go any further.
For now, you just relish in his kiss and the closeness of his body. You didn’t realize how much you needed him until he wasn’t there, and you’re going to take your time and appreciate him now he’s back.
You nip at his plump bottom lip and run your hands up into his hair, tugging on it gently. He hums softly and grinds his hardening cock down against you. You drip for him, your fluids dampening your inner thighs.
“I need you, Steve,” you moan against his ear. “I need you so badly.”
He sits up and starts unfastening his uniform and you sit up with him to help. Your hands fumble on clasps and zips as the two of you shed each piece of his clothing.
When he’s naked, you push him onto his back and begin to run your hands over him. His perfectly sculpted body is currently marred with a collection of bruises and scratches. You place gentle kisses on them even as you grind your pussy on his thickly muscled thigh. He hums and runs his hands over your slip, before grabbing the hem and lifting it over your head. You moan softly as he latches on to one of your breasts and digs his fingers into your ass.
You reach over to your bedside table and grab a condom, tearing it open and rolling it down on his shaft. He grabs your hips and lifts you, lowering you onto his cock. You moan as he fills you, his girth stretching you as you seat yourself completely. “God, I missed you,” you moan.
“I missed you too,” he whispers and begins to buck his hips up into you. You wrap your legs around his waist and tug on his hair as you bounce slowly in his lap. You swirl your hips in a figure of eight, even as he holds you as close to him as your bodies can go.
It’s intense and intimate and all the more special, because you love him, and now you both know that it’s true. He’s yours and this is it for you.
His hand slips between the two of you and he begins to finger your clit, rubbing it quickly as you ride him. Your cunt clenches and your clit twitches and with a loud moan, your orgasm washes you. As your core clenches and squeezes, milking Steve’s cock, it pulls him over too and he releases inside of you.
You stay wrapped together like that for a while, just breathing each other in as your bodies settle. Eventually, Steve lies you both down and slips out of you. He takes a moment to toss away the condom before he has you back in his arms again.
“Do you think you can handle this?” He asks. “Me being Cap that is? And what that means?”
You nod. “I do. I know it won’t always be easy, but you’re worth it. I am better with you,” you say.
He kisses you deeply and when you pull back you rest your head on his chest. Sleep takes you as you listen to the steady beat of his heart.
Your declaration of love is just what your relationship needs to progress. You go from basically living with him to officially living with him. The two of you talk about your future - marriage and children and all those future life goals that are important for a couple to share. You’re on the same wavelength and you know that if he asks you to marry him, you will say yes. You have no doubt about it in your mind.
Even after you live together, Steve is the true romantic. He still likes to take you out on dates, even if they are just walks in the park or out to get coffee. So when he takes you for a walk on Brooklyn Bridge you don’t even think about it.
He’s a little nervous as the two of you walk hand in hand, and you wonder what’s on his mind. He keeps checking his pocket and looking around like something is about to happen.
“Are you expecting an attack, or to get called away?” You ask as two of you stroll over the Brooklyn Bridge together. It’s very busy and once in a while, people look at him with that look that tells you they recognize him, but they just can’t quite place where they know him from.
“No,” he chuckles. “Sorry. Guess I’m a little nervous.”
You look at him with your brow furrowed and it slowly dawns on you why he’s so nervous and why he really wanted to take a walk on the Brooklyn Bridge. You drop your jaw and your eyes go wide. “Oh my god!”
“Hey!” He yelps. “You have to let me do it first.”
“Okay,” you say, though you're trembling slightly. He pulls you out of the flow of walkers and closer to the railing and drops to his knee. Tears are already pricking your eyes even before he starts to talk.
“Sweetheart, I don’t know what made you approach me at that party, but I’ve been so thankful you did ever since,” he said. “You get me in a way so few people ever have. I love you for your kindness and patience, and how you don’t take any shit. I don’t want to live my life without you in it.” He opens a box, with a beautiful diamond ring. “Will you marry me?”
“Of course, Steve,” you say, the tears breaking and running down your cheeks. “Of course I will marry you.”
Steve slides the ring onto your finger and gets up. “You’ve made me so happy,” he says and pulls you into a deep kiss. Around you’ve drawn a group of spectators who applaud and when you pull apart you start getting strangers congratulating the two of you.
“How about we go get some lunch,” Steve said. “We have a lot of plans to make.”
“That sounds perfect,” you agree.
You feel a little high after the proposal and Steve walks with you to a cute little French-style cafe and you sit outside under an umbrella while you eat. You can’t stop looking at your ring and every time you do, you smile. This is the start of something very big and you have a lot to plan out. Dresses, and flowers, venues, and caterers. You are going to have to choose your bridesmaids and have a bridal shower and a bachelorette. You need to announce it and possibly have an engagement party.
There’s a lot, and you aren’t sure where to start.
“So what are you thinking?” Steve asks. “What kind of wedding do you want?”
A traditional church wedding to go with Steve’s religion.
Something quiet and outdoors.
Big and grand
Very, very untraditional.
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hackers heart is now on my mind fuck so here’s a request
reader gets jealous at a gala with a lot of girls flirting with steve so she starts to act up but he puts her in her place 😉
captain’s princess — steve
au: hacker’s heart
warnings || smut, spanking, size kink, brat behavior, degradation, steve’s got a big cock, marking, tiny!reader, throat fucking, rough sex, slight hair pulling, dom!steve, captain kink, platonic!bucky x reader
word count || 3k
note || this was supposed to be short and then turned into a whole fucking fic....anyway, happy 4k to me! here’s absolute filth for you
Something Steve hadn’t realized until this very moment is that you were a jealous woman. He would have suspected it, really. You were clingy to him, wild and unashamed. But more importantly, you liked showing the world you were his girl.
He doesn’t know why he’s surprised you started to misbehave when some girls seemed to crowd around him. You had promised to behave and you were doing so good until the girls started flirting with him.
You really had been so good up until you saw that girl’s hand on Steve’s chest and how he smiled sheepishly at the touch. He was yours, you had thought with a clenched jaw. You huffed out, hand clutching the wine glass in your hands. Another girl had grazed her hand over his bicep and you swear you turned feral.
You felt the glass of wine in your hand disappear, making you turn to find Bucky Barnes in front of you with the glass between his fingers.
“Look like you’re gonna go ape shit, figured you didn’t want to break the glass and cut yourself.”
“Oh I’m gonna cut somebody,”You grumbled, shoulders scrunched together grumpily as you glared at the women surrounding your boyfriend.
“He doesn’t realize they’re flirting,”Bucky told you, looking at you pointedly.”You know you’re his girl.”
“Yeah, but they don’t,”You mumbled, crossing your arms.”He isn’t an idiot, Bucky, he knows they’re flirting, he’s letting them touch him.”
“He doesn’t notice,”Bucky tried to persuade you from doing something stupid,”All he’s probably thinking about is when he can get back to you.”
“Yeah, right,”You murmured, taking the glass of wine and downing it quickly.”I’m gonna hack them.”
“Of course you are,”Bucky sighed, glancing down at your hand which you held out to him. He looked at you with a puzzled expression.
“Phone, Buck,”You explained, motioning for him to hand over his phone.
“Steve has it, he wanted me off screens for the night,”You told him with shrug.
“I really don’t want to get in the mid—hey!”
You reached your hand into his pocket and got out his shiny new phone,”Oooh, finally upgraded like I told you,” You commented, quickly jailbreaking his phone and linking into your code to get a look at all the screens in the room. You sent a virus into both their phones, while also making one their phones blow your with notifications about the device over heating when you overloaded. You didn’t need to look up to know Steve knew what you were doing. You just ignored his glare.
Just as you were about to continuing hacking into the phones, Bucky took it back with a frown,”You made your point, you got his attention. Why can’t you be normal and just flirt with other guys to get his attention, you always gotta break the law?”
“Why didn’t I think of that?”You replied, a little smirk on your lips. You can feel your boyfriend’s eyes on you,”Oh, where’s Thor? I’m gonna have him bench press me.”
“That’s a terrible idea, why am I helping you?”
“You’re bored ‘cause Nat isn’t paying attention to you either,”You said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Maybe I should flirt with Thor...”
“Bet he could bench press you too.”
Bucky laughed at that, rolling his eyes,”Why don’t we just ignore them and have fun?”
“I stress you out.”
“That’s...true, but hey, fuck it, I could use a little wild energy.”
“Wanna dance?”You asked curiously, tilting your head at him.
“Oh now you’re using me to get him jealous?”
“Bet it will Nat jealous too.”
Bucky took your hand in his immediately, making you laugh and you guys just danced ridiculously around the room. You almost forgot about the jealously seeping into your chest, just having fun with one of your best friends.
He showed off some old moves, playfully spinning you around until you collided against Steve’s chest. The blond capturing you with a hard stare, frown etched across his face. His hands tore you away from Bucky just as Nat finally found the brunette soldier.
“You think I haven’t noticed you ignoring me, huh, princess?”He towered over you easily, his hands clutching your waist tightly. You rolled your eyes at him, pushing out of his grip. You knew since you were in public he’d be less rough and would let you go.
“I haven’t been ignoring anyone, just figured you were busy,”You shrugged, taking a step away from him and going towards the bar. You have Captain America stalking after you with an annoyed expression, and you just really loved getting on his nerves.
“You said you’d behave,”Steve whispered into your ear, close behind you as you got another glass of wine.
“I am behaving, not that you would notice, too busy getting felt up by all those pretty girls, or did you think I wouldn’t notice?”You snapped, jaw clenching after taking a long sip of the red liquid.
“Is that what’s got you acting like a brat, dancing with my best friend and hacking into innocent girls’ phone?”Steve asked, taking the glass from your hand and seizing your arm to pull you towards the corridor.
The party noise got quieter as Steve dragged you down the hall until he reached the elevator. With a gentle shove, he pushed into the uncrowded space.
“It’s not my fault you’d rather get fangirled over than dance with me,”You bite back, pulling away from his grip and standing on the other side of the elevator with a dramatic huff.
“Oh, you’re really going for the whole brat act, aren’t you? Something doesn’t go your way and you always have to act up, baby, I don’t know how many times I can tell you that you are the only one I want,”Steve tried to get across, his arms coming to cage you against the wall.
“You let them touch you,”You said softly, looking up at him with sad eyes. Steve softened at the sight of you, but it was short lived as you tried to evade the conversation once again by trying to slip under him to get away. You almost succeeded.
“Can you stop running away from me and have an actual conversation?”Steve scolded, gripping you tightly by your waist now. You avoided his gaze until he hooked his finger up your chin.”You’re my girl, my princess, I didn’t realize how they would effect you, okay? I’m sorry, but your behavior was inexcusable and you know that, you wanted me to pay attention, didn’t you? I’m right here, baby, and I’m all yours.”
You chewed on the inside of your cheeks and he can tell you are contemplating whether you’re gonna give in to him. Steve can tell you’ve forgiven him, but you had a twinkle in your eyes. A look he knew very well, you wanted to be tamed. You wanted him to claim you as his and vice versa.
“I dunno,”You rolled your eyes,”Think I might like hanging out with Bucky more or maybe...just maybe I’ll go drink with Thor, bet he could show me a fun night.” The words made Steve growl, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder when the elevator doors open. He carried you to your room easily, naming you grin at you hang from his broad shoulder.
Steve threw you onto the bed, your stomach hitting the soft bedding. He grabbed your ankle, pulling you down so you were towards the end of the bed. He forced on your hands and knees while he ripped the dress from your body.
“That’s was really expensive,”You hissed out.
“I don’t care,”Steve grunted out, his hand smacking at the flesh of your ass.”Brats don’t get nice things.”
Both of his hands came down on your ass, the flesh jiggling and reddening under his blows. You let out a wanton moan, pushing your ass up towards him. Steve smirked, shaking his head at you.
“You’ve got such a mouth of you, I oughta fuck that pretty throat till it’s raw,”Steve rasped, pulling you back by your hair until you were up on your knees. His lips are on yours, his rough kiss went straight to your core. He positioned you to lay down with your head hanging over the bed. Your view of him was upside down and you know what’s coming.
Steve unbuckled his slacks, ridding his body of all his clothes until he was standing over you tiny body. His cock slapped against your face, his size making your mouth water at the feeling. His heavy member was so big compared you, the head of his cock ending mid-throat with him lined up to your pretty face.
“Gonna fuck my throat, Captain? Think you can handle me?”You taunted, licking at his thick cock.
“Open your mouth, princess,”Steve demanded, spitting onto his cock and your mouth. You held your jaw open, moaning when Steve’s cock stretched past your lips. He wasn’t gently, slowly easing into your throat all the way until he could see the outline of his cock down your neck.
Steve groaned, taking in how you choked around him. He pulled out quickly, his hard dick coated in your salvia.”Fuck, Captain.”
“Shut up,”He commanded, thrusting back into your mouth to see how you accommodated his massive length. You closed your eyes, your jaw wide and tongue sticking out to lap his cock up. His balls hit your face with every thrust, his hips moving back and forth. The squelching noises of you choking around him only encouraged him further, determined to fuck the attitude out of you.
“You look so fucking good like this, princess, taking my cock like it was meant for you,”He uttered with a whine, fucking into your throat with no mercy. You took his like a good girl, eagerly sucking on him until you could feel the way he throbbed over your tongue. One more thrust, his cock bulging in your throat as he shot his seed down your throat. He held you there, copious amounts of thick ropes into your pretty mouth.
Steve pulled out, slapping his cock against your face and then pushed into you one last time before stepping away. He leaned down to kiss you sweetly, his taste lingering in your lips. You whined against his lips, panties ruined with how wet you were for your boyfriend.
“Please,”You croaked against him,”Need to touch you...”
“You gonna be a good girl, follow your captain’s orders?”He asked carefully, grabbing ahold of your body and bringing you into his grip. You wrapped your arms around him, nails digging into your biceps while he laid you on the bed. His weight draped over you, his body pinning yours into the bed.
“Yes, yes, just please,”You begged, head dipping into the crook of his neck to leave kisses against his hot skin. You licked up his neck, feeling his vein pulse against you befor you bit harshly at his tough skin. You sucked and nipped until there was a large purple mark showcased on him.
“That’s it, princess, ‘m all yours, mark me all you want,”He encouraged, feeling you move on to another spot. You left bruises in your wake, attacking his shoulders, his collar bone, and he chest. You were possessive, he realized that now and he liked it. His cock jumped at the feeling of you claiming him, making him rut his hips against your wet cunt.
He dipped his fingers between your thighs while you kiss every part of his body, whimpering and whining as he fucked you open with two fingers, then three. He rubbed his thumb against your clit, encouraging you to cum for him quickly so he could stuff his cock inside you. You quivered against him, moaning out his name as you clawed at his chest.
“Need your cock, Captain, want you to destroy me,”You whined, spreading your legs for him.
“My pretty princess, gotta fuck all thought negative thoughts from your head, don’t I? Is that what you need? That dumb baby brain of yours has been making you act out, hasn’t it? Just need me to fuck the brat out of you.”
You’re nodding under him, capturing his lips with need. He grabbed your face gently, kissing you with such love and dominance.”Please, Captain...”
Steve nodded back at you, lips staying on yours as he grasped his cock in his hands. His dick was already hard again, his stamina and drive superior to literally any other man on the planet.
The bulbous head prodded against your entrance, walls stretching around the large member as he pushed in slowly. Steve swallowed your whines, gasping into your mouth when you squeeze tightly around him. He held your thighs open, his hips rutting into you. He sank inside you, sheathing his sensitive cock fully into your sopping cunt. You were so wet for him, squelching as his cock thrusted into you.
“Can you hear how wet you are for me?”Steve uttered, lips trailing down your face to the sweet spot on your pulse. He sucked another mark onto your skin, groaning when you rocked your hips against him.”So warm and tight for me.”
“‘s all for you, Captain,”You mewled, arms wrapping around his shoulders to press his chest down against you.”’m your princess.”
Steve smirked against your jaw, his heart preening at that. You were his princess, his best girl, and the love of his life. The fact that you thought anything different earlier today made him desperate to show you.
“Yeah, you are, Captain’s little princess, so perfect and gorgeous,”He drew his hips back, his cock nearly all the way out of your clenching pussy. He slammed back in one smooth motion, causing your back to arch off the bed into him.”You were fucking made for me, weren’t you? Made to take this cock, made to be mine.”
You can barely utter out any words, just a soft uh-huh of agreement while he pounded into you with his brute strength. His cock bulged in his belly, protruding slight in your small frame. You feel so fucking full and good with his cock stuffing your cunt. The bed rocked with every harsh thrust, the headboard banging against the wall carelessly. Steve didn’t care who heard, he needed you to know you were his and he was yours. He wanted everyone to hear. The banging against the wall is loud and it only encouraged him to fuck you hard as you turned into a mess of whines underneath him.
You scratched down his back, nails leaving red marks down his back. It made him moan out, his mouth attacking yours in a class of tongue and teeth. He loved how you marked him, his hand squeezing the flesh of your thigh. He moved one of your legs to hang over his shoulder while he fucked into you. With this angle, he hit that spot that made you tremble. He didn’t let up, his thrusts rocking the bed underneath him. His hand went to brace himself on the headboard, pounding into you as your moans echoed off the walls. He wanted everyone to hear.
His grip tightened around the wooden frame, the headboard and frame cracking under his strength at the same time. You gasped out, you body jerking when the frame collapsed underneath you. Steve wasn’t even phased, his pace never faltering into your welcoming cunt.
“Fuck, Captain!”You cried out, the fact he had broken your entire bed made you gush around him. Nails clawing into his back to the point that you actually break skin, making Steve groan.
“You gonna cum, princess, know you’re close, can feel your tight little pussy squeezin’ my cock, so go ahead, cum for your Captain, be a good girl for me,”His forehead head in against yours, hands holding himself up over you. His fists grasped the sheets, broken bed rocking and squeaking under your passionate fucking.
“Steve!” You sobbed out, tears leaking from your eyes from the incredible pressure releasing from your tummy. You felt like you were floating almost, nerves vibrating at incredible speeds as your body quivered underneath him. With your walls tightly wrapped around his cock, Steve spilled inside you. He pumped his hot cum into your eager pussy, a guttural groan emitting from his throat.
Steve nearly collapsed onto you, careful not to crush you. He flipped onto his back, the bed cracking more when he pulled you against his chest.
You heaved out heavy breaths, kissing him slowly and gently before giggling at the state of your room.”You broke my bed.”
“Yeah, I did...”He grinned at you,”Guess you’ll just have to sleep in my room, princess, gonna have to stay with me indefinitely.”
“Mhm, how about forever?”You whispered, hands resting against his chest. You smiled at the marks that cover his body, knowing you claimed him put you at ease. The possessive feeling subsiding now that you now that everyone will see your bruises and scratches on him.
“Sounds perfect...”Steve looked at you with such love and admiration,”You’re not gonna make me hang up all those picture on our wall are you?”
You glanced over to your little collage of shirtless Polaroids of Steve and a gossip article with you straddling him at restaurant displayed in the middle,”Oh definitely, can’t not have my wall of hotness.”
He shook his head, holding you close to his chest. Steve just can’t stop smiling when he looks at you,”I love you, princess.”
You beamed at that, chewing on your bottom lip,”Even when I’m wild and a brat?”
“Yeah, even then,”Steve kissed you gently once again, peppering your face with loving kisses. He drank up your giggles and smiled,”’m not gonna stop till you say it back...” His fingers danced along you waist, making you squirm and fall to his side. He moved over you again quickly, the bed falling completely on the ground with a loud thud.
Both of you laughed out at that, holding each other close and just enjoying the love you shared.
“I love you too, Stevie, forever,”You uttered with a huge grin, another laugh escaping your lips when he molded his lips against yours sweetly.
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Blood in Your Veins: Chapter 11/20(?)
I keep on forgetting to post here with updates. Whoops. Hopefully with school done with most folks I'll see more reviews too, crossing fingers.
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Relationships: Tony Stark & Stephen Strange, Tony Stark/Stephen Strange. And getting to know a handful of original characters that were needed for the plot.
Some Other Tags: Gen or Pre-Slash, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Kidnapping, Hurt Stephen Strange, Hurt Tony Stark, POV Stephen Strange, Medical Procedures, Palladium Poisoning, Hollywood Science, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-typical resignation to a possibly terminal condition
Summary: An overly-long prompt story written for tumblr’s @ironstrangeprompts #608: Kidnapped to play doctor for a still unseen other prisoner, Stephen realizes there is only one person on the planet who would have palladium in their blood.
Chapter 11: I'm Just As Scared As You
"What's the toxicity at?" was Tony's greeting the next morning as the door closed behind Stephen.
Stephen deposited the smoothies and food container on the table. "Yesterday's sample was 0.63, which is encouraging. It slowed down. We're hoping that the increased frequency of dosages keeps it slowing down and, if we're fortunate, lowers the toxicity number." He took the medical case to the cot to open up, as was standard. "Any new symptoms?"
"Energy's still not great," Tony admitted. "Not sure if that's from Yusifov's increased pace or the higher dose of the meds, though." And as was standard, he went first to check his weight.
"Possibly both," Stephen replied. "Just let me know if anything new develops."
"Yea, sure." Tony looked down at the scale. "Weight's at 74.9 kilos," he said as he stepped off it. "Bit over four pounds gained. Not bad, right?"
"Still not quite the eleven pounds you lost, but you're definitely healthier," Stephen agreed. "And you're at a healthy pace in terms of weight gain. Another two or three weeks and I think you'll be in a good place for surgery."
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Summary: MJ and Peter begin to deal with the aftermath of Peter’s identity being revealed
Warnings: Cursing (I think)
Word Count: 1,739
Written for @spideychelleweek with the prompt “On The Run”
Also read here on AO3
Michelle can feel Peter’s panic radiating off of him— or maybe it’s her own. She can tell he’s moments away from hunching over and throwing up— or maybe it’s just her. Maybe it’s both of them. Maybe she and Peter are one in the same in the moment the Daily Bugle reveals Spiderman’s secret identity.
She sees him clutch his head and cry out— she can’t quite make out what he says.
One moment, Peter’s standing on a post and all eyes are glued to the screens around them. The next moment, courtesy of a snap decision made off instinct, Michelle is being swept off her feet and into the air, cradled close to Peter’s chest.
She doesn’t scream or shout as he carries her through the air. Instead, she clings to him and holds herself as closely to his body as she can manage— and then a little closer.
She tucks her head into the crook of his neck and shuts her eyes tightly. She doesn’t need superpowers to hear his heart thundering in his chest— it beats violently in unison with hers.
He stumbles to a landing on the cluttered roof of a skyscraper, a safe distance away from the original source of commotion. She lets her feet fall to the ground, but she momentarily refuses to let go of him. Peter holds her tightly, melting into the hug. She feels his muscles trembling and his chest heaving. So, she holds him closer.
She’s hardly sure of how to react to the situation, much less how to comfort Peter. All she can think to do is stroke his back with a gentle hand.
“MJ, I-I swear I didn’t do that,” he stutters out, his voice taught as he fights back tears, “I-I swear that video was fake.”
“I know, I know,” she forces herself to sound more calm than she feels, “I trust you.”
But that doesn’t mean the city— or the world— trusts Peter. They eat what’s given to them by the media, and the media just fed them a meal that stated that their Friendly Neighborhood Spiderman— Peter Parker— is a murderer and a villain.
“I’m sorry,” Peter sighs after a moment of quiet.
“Hey,” she leans away from him to look into the eyes of his spider suit, “you have nothing to be sorry for.”
“I know, it’s just—” he leans into her touch as she cups the side of his face in her hand, “—this is a really shitty start to our relationship.”
“Yeah,” she hums with a slight smile, “but I’m with you the whole way through.”
She can tell his expression has melted into an admiring smile as he replies, “thank you, MJ.”
Before she can reply, Peter’s phone begins to ring loudly and he steps away from her. He takes out his phone and sighs, then glances at her. She nods in acknowledgement and gives him his space as he answers the call.
“Hey, Mr. Fury,” she hears him speak— his voice now stronger and more solid, but she knows its a facade.
“Yeah, I saw it,” he continues, “what um... I’m on a roof- No, I don’t- I... they don’t exactly put the address on the outside of the buildings.” He glances at Michelle and feels his heart flutter as she smiles at his remark.
Michelle sits down, continuing to listen to the disjointed bits of his conversation with who she assumes is his boss and watches him anxiously pace back and forth. His words are wary in their delivery— as if he can’t fully trust the man on the other end of the line.
While Michelle didn’t know exactly went down in Europe between Peter and Mysterio, she could tell it had impacted his ability to trust others. Even when they ordered lunch together or had a brief conversation with a classmate, Peter always seemed hesitant and wary. He only seems to fully trust May, Ned, and Michelle now— she didn’t blame him, even if she didn’t know the full story.
“P-probably May, Ned, and MJ,” Peter says, Michelle’s attention being caught by the sound of her name, “... MJ’s with me... MJ’s my girlfriend—“ her heart leaps and a tiny grin tugs at the corner of her lips, “—Ned should be at his sister’s art studio, it’s, uh- do you know Mr. Delmar? Yeah, it’s not too far from his sandwich place. Then, May should still be at our apartment and- oh. Of course you know where that is.”
Peter waits a few moments, nods, then sighs softly in relief, his shoulders relaxing, “thank you, Mr. Fury... I will, thank you.”
He hangs up on the call then peels off his mask, Michelle adoring the way his curly hair fluffs out at it springs free.
“What now?” She asks him as he sits down next to her.
“We-“ he’s cut off as his phone begins ringing once more. He’s checks the caller ID then says: “it’s Ned.”
He answers and tells Ned he saw the news, assures Ned that he and Michelle are safe, then informs him that one of Fury’s agents will be picking him up. After he hangs up, May calls. Again, he answers and listens to her panicked rambling before he repeats the same words he gave Ned. Happy calls afterwards and the same procedure is repeated, followed by some instructions from Happy.
Quickly, with Peter’s phone ringing off the hook, Michelle turns off the ringer and tosses it to the side.
“Calm down,” she says as smoothly as she can.
He runs his hand through his hair— a nervous tick of his, “I-I’m sorry.”
“You’re okay,” she assures, “now, what do we do?”
“We just have to wait here. Maria or Dimitri will pick us up,” he explains, his voice more shaky with Michelle than it was with the others— she guesses that means he trusts her to see him weak and afraid.
“I don’t know who either of those people are,” she points out blandly.
Peter smiles lopsidedly at her, “I know. They’re agents— ones you can trust.”
Michelle raises an eyebrow at him, “that sounds like an insurance commercial: ‘Agent’s you can trust.’”
His eyes light up and he lets out a genuine, goofy laugh. She chuckles with him and feels a sense of relief as she does so. Normally, she’s unreasonably self conscious of her laugh, but she knows that Peter’s doesn’t judge her. In fact, he repeats the same phrase every time she giggles— as if he’s afraid she’ll forget it:
“I love your laugh.”
She flashes him a sheepish simper and her face warms up, although she should be used to his flattery. But still, she grows flustered and is only able to reply with a soft “you too.”
Before Peter can tease her for her stiff reply (she does enjoy his sweet and playful teasing), the sound of police sirens from below fill the air. The couple’s hearts stop in unison and Michelle sucks in a breath. Peter instinctively snaps his hand around with a protective grip.
Warily, the two look over the edge of the building, spying the cops below. They weave their way through the streets, as if trying to trace the path Spiderman took.
Michelle’s eyes are steely as they stare at the cars with their wailing sirens. Her heart pounding and breaths uneven, she takes in their every move until they speed past the block where she and Peter try to rest.
Michelle looks back at Peter, “they passed us.”
He nods, but her words hardly seem to comfort him. Michelle frowns and observes his state— planning her next moves.
A beat passes and Peter stirs anxiously, his hands fidgeting and muscles trembling slightly. Michelle reaches forward and cautiously takes his hand away from her wrist and rests it in her palm— he graciously intertwines their fingers and mumbles a thank you.
“How’re you feeling?” Michelle asks when the silence becomes unbearable.
“Like...” he sighs heavily, “...like I just fucking ruined everything. And like I’m gonna throw up... or cry... or both.”
She frowns and her expression droops into one of concern and pity. She pulls him into a hug and he rests his head in her chest, listening to the quick beating of her heart.
“If I hug you, you have to promise me you won’t throw up on me,” she semi-jokes.
He ignores her comment as says simply instead: “you’re scared.”
She looks down at him and nods slightly, “yeah,” then she adds, her voice softer than before, “...I’m worried about my family.”
“Oh,” Peter remembers Michelle’s fathers and little sister, “I didn’t think about that.”
“Do you think they’ll be okay?” She asks, desperate for assurance.
He bobs his head slightly, “I think they will. I can ask Fury to do something to protect them.”
She nods quickly, “please.”
“Consider it done,” he hums, “what else is scaring you?”
“Other than the fact that you just got framed as a murderer and now we’re running from the law?” she says, “not much.”
She tries to sound casual, yet Peter can hear the waver in her voice over the anxious pounding of her heart and the uneven breaths that leave her slightly-parted lips. He sits up and scoops her protectively into his arms. She curls up in his touch, her head against his chest as she lets herself become enveloped in his strong arms. He never fails to make her feel safe— as if he’s made of vibranium and can be her shield against anything life throws at him. While, yes, she would usually shrug off such a thing with an “I can protect myself” but, more often than not, it was a relief to have a source of protection in their bizarre, upside-down world.
“I really don’t know what’s going to happen next,” Peter mutters, resting his head on top of hers, “but we can be scared together.”
She lets out a breath and closes her eyes lightly. “Thank you, Peter.”
The shivering couple curls closely together with only each other as protection from the wild world they live in. Maybe some day this whole thing will blow over, maybe Peter’s name will be cleared— maybe they’ll be okay. For now, that seems to be a far-fetched though to laugh at. For now, they’re terrified and feel empty— like shells of humans.
For now, they’re on the run.
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Good Clingy - [ Bucky Barnes x F Reader ]
Summary - Headcanon about Bucky being the good kinda of clingy.
Word Count - 274
!WARNINGS! - tinny bit of implied smut, sliver of angst (if you squint, tilt your head and use a magnifying glass), this fic could be considered for gender neutral reader except for bucky calling the reader pretty girl one time, but other than that basically just Bucky being cute and protective
Notes - if you have any requests for headcanons and/or oneshots please send them in - [ also @metalbuckaroo i think you might like this ]
Bucky, he would be dominant in bed, and protective of you in every aspect of life, practically a tough guy with a staring problem. But if it was just the two of you or if it was you and him and people he felt comfortable around, he would follow you like a little puppy.
If you got out of bed to get a snack from the kitchen, he would follow and wrap his arms around your waist as you look for one. If you went out to the grocery store or do any kinda shopping, he would be right next to you holding your hand. If y’all went to some kind of a party or gathering, he’d either be right next to you or behind you with one or both arms wrapped around you.
Plus he is the biggest cuddle bear of all time, not that you mind of course. He is like a personal heater so especially in the winter, it’s nice. He is a good kinda clingy but so are you.
If you ever ask him why he always follows you he would just respond with, “I just wanna be close to you sweetheart. To know you here with me, I’ve lost so much I don’t know what I would do if I lost you. To protect you if someone tries to hurt you or hell if they look at you the wrong way. I know you can handle yourself but I just want you to know I’m always here for you. I love you pretty girl.” “Aw, Buck I love you too. You’ll never lose me, I promise.” You respond as you give him a kiss then snuggle back into his side.
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[START] [ABOUT AND WARNINGS] [FAQ]
Steve/ Don’t say it back
You smile at Steve, the words feeling both beautiful and terrifying. You aren’t sure how you feel or if you’re ready to say it back. You lean in and kiss him tenderly, trying to get across how you feel about him. He cradles your jaw as your lips softly caress his, and slowly you pull back and smile at him. As you pull back, you take his hand. “Come on,” you say. “The day’s not over yet.”
There isn’t much of the day left, but you try to fit as much into what’s left as you can. Steve seems to overthink things a little, and you’re not quite sure what’s off. He changes his mind about where to eat three times, and in the end, you get take-out and bring it back to your room to eat on the bed.
“I really love it out here,” you say as you eat sitting criss-cross on the bed.
Steve smiles a little and nods. “I’m glad. I wanted to make it special.”
“It’s going to be,” you assure him, taking his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. “Because it’s you and me.”
“Right,” Steve agrees and swallows thickly.
“If you’re not ready, we can just cuddle. That’s okay,” you say.
He shakes his head. “No, it’s not that… it’s just…” Something about the way he holds himself changes. He seems to shift from the overthinking man he’d been all afternoon, into the Steve you had gotten to know all this time. “Are you ready?”
You put your box of noodles on the side table and took his and put it beside it. “Steve,” you said, looking into his eyes. “I am so happy and content, I am totally ready for this. But I feel like something has upset you and I don’t want you to do anything you aren’t sure of.”
He nods. “It hasn’t. It’s nothing. I guess… I had this image in my head about what this was supposed to be. And I just realized that was idealistic and what is here in front of me is real. Does that make sense?”
You smile and nod. “Complete sense,” you say. “You can’t live in a fairytale for very long. Is reality good though?”
He nods, and wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “Very good,” he says and brings his lips to yours.”
You kiss him passionately, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and climbing into his lap. He runs his hands up under your shirt as the two of you kiss, and you roll your hips in his lap. He fumbles with your bra, and the longer he does, the funnier you find it until you break the kiss laughing.
“Need some help?” You giggle.
“What is that made of? Vibranium?” He laughs, pulling your shirt off and twisting around you so that he could see your back. You turn in his lap so he could see better, and he runs his large hands over your skin before returning to the clasp on your bra. He carefully works it open - one hook at a time, his hands moving gently rather than dexterously. “It’s like one of those puzzles you buy at a bookstore.”
You laugh as he slides the straps on your bra down your arms and kisses your shoulder softly. “Where were we?” He asks.
“Mmm…” You hum. “Let’s see shall we.”
You lean back and capture his lips, kissing him deeply. His hands skim under your breasts, cupping them and massaging them gently. You grind back in his lap, feeling his cock harden against your ass. He groans softly into your lips and pulls you back so that he’s lying on the bed and you’re laying back on him. You roll your body against him, your back arching and curving against his body, and your ass rolling against his cock. Steve groans louder, sliding his hand into your pants.
His fingers work over your clit as you rut against his hand. He kisses down your neck and sucks a patch of skin on your neck. You unbutton your pants and push them down so your bare body grinds against his fully clothed one.
He rolls you so you’re on your stomach on the bed and he kneels above you, pulling off his shirt. You roll over and scramble to remove his pants, freeing his cock. You lick your lips as it springs free. It’s as perfect as he is. Long, thick, and uncut, with the perfect amount of veining. For a moment, you’re struck dumb. He is also large. Very large. To the point that you’re not even sure he’ll fit. You get onto your hands and knees and take the base in your hand as you pull back the foreskin and lick over the head. He groans, tangling his hands in your hair, and watches you as you begin to suck his cock.
You slowly suck up and down his shaft, pushing him deeper and deeper back into your throat, trying to take him all. You're a good inch from becoming flush to his crotch before you begin to gag. Steve cradles your jaw and pulls back. “I don’t want you hurting yourself,” he says.
He guides you back on the bed and kissing down your body, ghosting his lips over your skin and making you break out in goosebumps. When he reaches your thighs, he bites you gently, pulling at your soft flesh with his teeth.
You moan and your cunt floods as you jerk your hips up. He runs his nose up your folds, its point briefly touches your clit, and you hum, the muscles in your legs tightening. His tongue flicks over the swollen bundle of nerves, sending wave after wave of pleasure surging through you. Two of his fingers eased into your cunt. He curls them, stroking them over your internal walls and teasing them over your g-spot. He moves them like he’s beckoning an orgasm forth - calling it to him.
You start to writhe and moan under him. Your orgasm builds and you grip the sheets, squeezing your eyes closed as you focus on it. “Fuck, Steve!” You cry. “Oh god!”
He adds a third finger as he looks up at you, watching your reaction. His fingers move inside you and he twists his hand so his knuckles grind against your g-spot. You jerk and cry out, arching your back off the bed. “Does this feel alright?” He asks, spreading his fingers. It burns a little but adds to that pleasantly full feeling inside you.
“Yes,” you moan. “Oh god yes.”
“I’m not bigger than that,” he says, slowly pumping his fingers in and out of you. “You don’t need to be worried. I’m not going to hurt you.”
“Okay,” you whimper. He curls his fingers and returns his mouth to your clit, nibbling on it. His fingers press down on your g-spot and he corkscrews his wrist. You come, crying out and bucking up hard on the bed.
He removes his hand and crawls up your body, placing kisses at random intervals as he approaches your mouth. He grabs a condom and rolls it on, before aligning his body with yours. He takes your hand and guides it down to his cock, wrapping your fingers around his girth.
“You’re in control,” he says, looking deep into your eyes. “Guide me to where it’s comfortable.”
You guide him inside you, and very slowly he sinks in. You sigh as he fills you. This control he’s given you is such a loving, and caring act, that is at the same time incredibly sexy. It makes you feel a little guilty that you never said the words back, but you know, it’s better not to lie about the heart. Your head tilts back slightly, your lips parted and he places small kisses along your jaw.
His cock hits a spot where there is a slight sting and your grip tightens around him. He stops pushing and he tilts your head so you’re looking into his eyes. “There?” He asks.
You let your body adjust and you shake your head. “More,” you breathe.
He pushes in further. You feel him reach that limit where pleasure becomes pain and you stop him. You let his cock go and wrap your arms around his neck. He gives you a moment to adjust to him and begins to thrust.
It’s nothing like you’ve ever experienced before. He alternates between a gentle, pleasant rhythm, allowing you to feel his cock run along the ridges of your cunt, to just pounding into you so that you can’t even catch your breath. You feel like you’re about to come undone. Just when you think this is it, nothing can possibly feel any better than Steve Rogers’ dick inside of you, he brings his arm between your bodies and fingers your clit.
You come. Explosively. Clinging to him as if he’s stopping you from falling. You cry out his name and he grits his teeth and groans as he releases inside you.
The two of you lay panting for a while before he slips from within you and collapses down on the bed. You roll onto your side and watch as he removes the condom. “That was amazing,” you hum. “You’ve ruined me for all men.”
He smiles and looks at you. “That’s good because I don’t plan on sharing you with any others.”
The weekend away together is a turning point for the two of you. Steve seems to become more serious. Almost like he wants to move away from just courting you, to sharing a life with each other.
You spend a lot of time with him at his home and he spends a lot of time with you at yours. Obviously, there’s still work and Avenging that keeps you apart, but when there is free time, you opt more and more to spend it together. It gets to the point that you could almost say you were living together. He has stuff at your place, you have things at his. Both of you have keys and security codes so you can come and go as much as you like, at any time of day or night. But it’s not official and you both keep your own places.
The only looming shadow over things is you still haven’t said those three little words. Not that Steve is being quick to repeat them. It’s like he put them out there, and you know how he feels and now he is simply giving you the space to return them when you’re ready.
You just aren’t sure you know or not. You know you care about him and that you like spending time with him. This isn’t one of those fireworks in the sky things though and it’s hard to know if this is love in that ‘I want to spend the rest of my life with you’ ways.
He is good in so many ways, but he is so hard on himself and he never puts the relationship first. Avenging is always first. Dates are interrupted by missions that pop up suddenly. He is often home late and you can go days at a time without hearing from him at all. You aren’t sure how well you are equipped to be an army wife, and certainly feeling like the woman he’s cheating on the Avengers with isn’t great. It’s hard to know which side wins out - the side where he is present and attentive and kind, or the side where you’re swept aside and he risks his life again and again.
It comes to a head when Steve is away on a mission for almost a month. It’s a month of not hearing from him at all. Not knowing if he’s alive or dead. Not even knowing roughly where he is or if you’ll ever see him again. There’s a chance he could disappear for good and no one will know what happened to him.
Each night sleep comes later and later and is disturbed more and more regularly. You’d wake early to check for messages that never come. You barely eat and start subsisting on a diet of caffeine and mood stabilizers. You worry yourself sick.
You’re asleep when he finally returns. There is no call, but the key sliding into the lock is enough to wake you. You startle and rush out to find him stepping through the door. You crash into him and his arms wrap around you automatically. Holding you close to him.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he mumbles into your hair. “You must have been so worried.”
“Why didn’t you call?” You ask, looking up at him.
“I didn’t want to wake you. I haven’t been back long, but I needed to see you,” he said. “I love you so much. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
Tell him you feel the same
Tell him you care about him, but you don’t think you can do this anymore.
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~ Father's Day 💞 ~
Imagine celebrating Father's Day with Tony
You helped your child and prepared everything in advance. Garlands, decorations, his favorite cake.. You bought father's day cards and gifts. Your daughter also drew several adorable drawings.
When Tony gets up and walks into the living room, she throws herself into his arms and yells "Happy Father's Day daddy!!!"
Tony takes her in his arms and gives her a big hug while discovering all the decorations and gifts.
It's heartwelhming and he's so happy. He has a big smile on his face and you are the happiest person in the world.
This happiness is what Tony deserves forever. You hold him tight and you know today it's going to be a really good day 💞
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Here's all the chapters of Winter's Frost (lmao oh god I cringe every time I look at that title ngl. I am so bad at coming up with titles)... I don't know if anyone even cares lol but if I continue the fic, I'll update this post with links to future chapters so it's easier to find the updates through all my ramblings
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For those of you who wanted a sequel to ‘Gentle’, here you go. For those who haven’t read ‘Gentle’, this can be read on its own.
Smut. 18+. This is disgusting (disgusting!) porn but it’s disgusting porn with feeling <3
Loki’s attentions have yet to leave you.
It isn’t as if you’re knocking on his chamber doors every night - and the heavens know he doesn’t visit you in the servants’ quarters.
But still. There is something between the two of you, though it’s only noticeable by those who care enough to look. And those individuals are few and far between; just how you imagine Loki wants it.
There have been a few times you’ve fallen victim to Brenna’s sharp gaze when you arrive at the kitchens or laundry pools late. Asta is always quick to defend you. It isn’t as if a maid can simply turn down one of the princes.
You appreciate Asta’s kindness, and her willingness to come to your side. Still, you would be fine without her. The ache Loki leaves between your legs as you finish the remainder of your chores is reminder enough that cold shoulders are worth it.
“We’ve taught you how to take me so well, sweet girl,” Loki muses as he buries himself to the hilt, the thickest part of him now surrounded by your heart. Loki looks at the junction of your bodies, where it becomes nearly impossible to see where he ends and you begin. Your walls clench around his length at his praise, and Loki feels you soaking him. He groans.
Loki makes it a point to cover you in his mark whenever you see him. Sometimes he sucks over skin that has only just healed, but often he just bruises you wherever you will have him. Tonight is no different, and Loki smirks at one particularly visible bruise at the hollow of your neck. He ducks down to run his tongue over it. You take the opportunity to card your fingers through Loki’s hair and pull, the same way you learned to that first night together. You feel Loki’s cock twitch inside you at the suddenness of the action.
“Spitfire,” he says, approval seeping through his voice. You keen under the nickname - though you would for any title Loki might choose to give to you. He latches onto your nipple, worrying the bud with his teeth and making you a mess. He reaches between your bodies too, pressing against your clit in the way he knows makes you see stars.
You’ve already fallen apart on his fingers once tonight, and Loki has cum inside you twice. He’s close - so close again, and he wants to fill you.
Loki had explored things with you that you never could have dreamed of. He’s tied you up, bent you over. He once spent the entire night rubbing against your sex with just his balls, bringing you to the point of overstimulation over and over again.
But the nights like these are the most intense, when he finishes inside you again and again. Your stomach would swell to accomodate for Loki, and your dresses fit tighter around your middle the next day. When that happened, you always caught him looking at you unabashedly.
Once more, that is Loki’s goal tonight. He’s spearing up in you, ready to release his final load. He is a gentleman though, always bringing you to climax first. This time, it comes with one final press on your clit and a whispered confession about how beautiful you are. You come undone with a shout, tightening around Loki and raking your nails down the taut muscles of his back.
Loki tries to hold his own pleasure back, but you feel so good on his member when you come, and he spills inside you. You feel him paint your walls with his seed, and press your head into the pillows as he does. You’re both panting rapidly, looking at each with an almost shocked expression at how right this feels. Slowly, Loki pulls out of you, sitting back on his knees to take the sight in.
You’re a dream. Your lips are kiss-swollen, hair a mess. Your body is thoroughly marked with love bites and teeth marks.
But what catches Loki’s attention is your distended belly. You’re absolutely filled - almost bursting with his spend. It drives him feral.
“Look at you,” he murmurs. Loki presses a kiss above your navel, and without warning, presses down on your stomach. You whimper as Loki watches his load trickle from your used hole, staining his bedsheets. Satisfied, he lays down next to you, pulling you into his arms. You stay there for what seems like hours, nothing but Loki filling your senses. You think he’s fallen asleep when he finally speaks.
“Out of all the maidens I choose to bed,” he tells you. “You’re my favorite.”
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chapter 7 (the end? I'm not sure yet)
Title: Winter's Frost
Rating: R to be on the safe side
Summary: Loki never told anyone the real reason he became so obsessed with Midgard. Much better to let them think he wanted to hurt his brother than draw their attention to the one thing in the universe that makes the God of Mischief truly vulnerable.
WARNINGS: m/m, reference to rape
Notes: since I don't read comic books and am a huge Loki (mythology) nerd, I'm pulling on some actual Norse mythology in this one. I've referenced Loki's shapeshifting/gender-bending abilities before, but here I go into something a bit more specific, and take a teensy bit of creative license in the process. so if you're reading and are like "wtf that didn't happen in the movies/comics!" that's because that's not the source material I was using.
The Bifrost was his last resort. The Destroyer had failed to even keep Thor in line or take out the bumbling idiots who didn't even know they were harboring HYDRA within their ranks. Loki had some power, but no allies, and it would take too long for him to ferret out every HYDRA operative hiding on Midgard, but if he could simply wipe SHIELD off the map, that seemed like a good start. But first he needed to know just how destructive the Bifrost really was. Could it be used for a surgical strike? Could he take out one building at a time, or would it truly destroy an entire planet?
Bucky would never forgive him if he destroyed his entire home world just to ensure that his captors were dead.
The obvious solution was, of course, a practice run. It was a good thing he had the perfect target in mind. He would destroy Jotunheim entirely, ensure there was no one left to avenge Laufey, and see how long it took to erase the planet from the cosmos. If the destruction took a while, if he could center it on one thing and have the damage radiate out from there, then after his cursed birthplace was eradicated, he could turn the Bifrost on SHIELD's headquarters. Then, all that remained was to go down, grab Bucky, and then come back and destroy the bunker in Siberia. There would be no more torture, no more Winter Soldiers. No more trauma for the man he loved.
Oh, who let bloody Thor out of his desert cell? The meathead always had to complicate everything. Loki lacked the time, and frankly the patience, to deal with his self-righteous adoptive brother's newfound life purpose, which seemed to be 'annoy Loki by any means necessary.' Not so new, then, he supposed. Simply a new method.
I don't have time for this, you oaf! "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to destroy Jotunheim!"
For all that it lacked delicacy, he really felt this plan was a perfect win-win. His father would wake to find his oldest enemies eradicated, his heir apparent revealed as the reckless idiot Loki had always known him to be, and a new heir standing proud and ready to take his place. Bucky would be safe and sound, and since all of his friends and family were likely dead by now, there would be nothing to tie him to Midgard any longer. Perhaps he could be convinced, finally, to come home with him to Asgard and rule by his side. With Loki's shapeshifting power, they could even have a family. Hopefully Odin would stop keeping Loki's children as pets. Truth be told, he was still a little bitter about Sleipnir; unintentional though his conception had been, he was still Loki's son.
Even if Odin didn't see reason when it came to Thor, now that the idiot had fallen in love with a human of his own – after a weekend – that could at least pave the way for Loki to come forward about his own star-crossed love, and maybe be accepted at last. At the end of the day, he had no real interest in ruling Asgard, only stepping out of his brother's shadow and not facing ridicule for who his heart chose. He didn't even know anymore what he was more afraid of; Odin finding out he'd fallen for another man, or Odin finding out he'd fallen for a human.
"Loki, you can't kill an entire race!"
"Why not?" He laughed, though he was more confused than anything else. Since when did Thor care? "Oh, what is this newfound love for the Frost Giants? You could have killed them all with your bare hands!"
In three days? He doubted it, but he supposed stranger things had happened. It didn't really matter; all he wanted in that moment was to prove to Thor, and to himself, that all his years of practice had meant something; that he was truly every bit the warrior his brother was. Mostly, though, he wanted to kill time and keep Thor from breaking through the ice barrier to stop the Bifrost. It was taking its sweet time tearing Jotunheim apart; that was frustrating with Thor there waiting to muck things up, but encouraging for his true purpose.
"Loki, this is madness!"
"Is it madness? Is it?!" You have no idea! "Come on, what happened on Earth that's turned you so soft?! Don't tell me it was that woman!" I've spent years mourning a love I built and cherished and could tell no one about, and you get to parade around proud as a peacock after spending three days with her?! That is madness!
The look on Thor's face told him everything he needed to know, and he almost vomited. It wasn't just the ridiculously brief time he'd spent with her; Thor could do no wrong in their father's eyes. Even if he marched right up to Odin and announced that he intended to marry this woman and make her his Queen, he would suffer no consequences. No one would dare to speak against the heir apparent; the witless wonder could have anything and everything he wanted! Meanwhile Loki was raped in the service of one of Odin's pettier schemes, and he was ridiculed as weak and a pitiful clown, the son he bore taken from him to be ridden into battle like he was little more than another expendable tool for Odin to use and discard.
The more he thought about how differently their father treated them, the more embarrassed he felt for having been surprised to learn he was adopted. Stolen, really; like everything else Odin thought might one day prove useful. And still, Loki loved him. Still, he looked up to Odin as a father and wanted his love and acceptance. Odin had tormented and humiliated him for most of his life, and Loki still wanted to make him proud. How pathetic.
He was too distracted; too lost in his own spiraling thoughts. Thor kept getting the upper hand, and it was only thanks to Loki's talent for illusion and duplicate-casting that he hadn't outright lost yet. At least he did have those things going for him.
Damn. Too stunned by how hard he'd landed to move, he could only watch helplessly as his adoptive brother approached, certain Thor would kill him. Instead, he sat Mjolnir on Loki's chest. The blasted thing weighed a ton! He could feel it crushing his chest, preventing him from moving and making it harder and harder to breathe. The painful weight of it was too much to bear, but he refused to suffer in silence.
"Look at you," he taunted with what little breath he could muster. "The mighty Thor! With all your strength... And what good does it do you now, huh?!" He could swear the stupid hammer was getting heavier by the second. He could feel the weight of it cracking his ribs, and he winced, gasping for air.
"Do you hear me, brother? There's nothing you can do!"
And suddenly it was gone, and the bridge was shaking. Stunned, he lifted his head to look, and saw Mjolnir back in Thor's hand. "What are you doing?" No, no, NO! He sat up, horrified as he watched his brother smash his hammer down over and over again. "If you destroy the bridge, you'll never see her again!" I'll never see him again!
No, he couldn't let this happen! Never mind all his desperate half-thought-out plans to save Bucky and destroy HYDRA... He couldn't bear the thought of losing him forever! It'd been hard enough to go on living when he'd thought his beloved was dead; knowing he lived but was a helpless slave, alone with no one to protect him, to rescue him? Loki would rather die.
It hurt to move, but he had to get up. He had to stop Thor! If he destroyed the Bifrost, Bucky would be left alone in the clutches of his enemies forever!
The world was a blur for a moment. He was running at his brother, the bridge was shuddering beneath their feet, there was a blinding flash, and then suddenly Loki was dangling over an empty void, his only tether to solid ground his grip on the end of Odin's staff. Thor held the other end for dear life, though he, too, dangled precariously over open air. How had they not both fallen yet?
Odin. Odin was holding onto Thor to keep both of his sons from flying off into oblivion. Did he know what Loki had done? What he'd tried to do? Was he finally proud?
"I could have done it, Father! I could've done it! For you!" For Bucky... "For all of us!"
He didn't care. No matter what he did, Loki would never be good enough; would never be Thor's equal in their father's eyes. And worse, now his only link to Midgard and to the man he loved was gone. Now Loki didn't care. To Hell with them all.
A strange sense of peace, of surrender, came over him and, without a single thought nor care for what might happen, he let go. The sensation of falling with nowhere to land was strangely comforting. Perhaps the next life would be kinder to him than this one had been.
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Not sure how angsty this is as a prompt, but I'd been thinking about how much human culture and socialization is built around food and how Vision might have some angst surrounding his inability to fully participate in it.
So I decided to combine this with a little something for Vision for Father's Day. Why this one stood out to me as being for Father's Day, I really don't know but here we are! It's just a quick little something to celebrate dad!Vision and remind him that his kids adore him no matter what.
Outnumbered: Father's Day
Vision's systems rebooted, sight structures initializing. When they came online he noticed the absence of Wanda and Florence immediately. Wanda wasn't in bed and Florence's bassinet next to the bed was empty. He pulled himself out of bed and shrugged into his bathrobe, leaving the bedroom in a hurry. It wasn't like him to idle longer than the rest of the family had been asleep, and it felt curious to wake up in silence. As he passed they boy's room, he took a peek in; also empty.
It was when he foot hit the landing of the stairs that he heard the familiar morning sounds he'd grown accustomed to over the last two years. Plates clanged, babies babbled and there was a rhythmic banging that Vision couldn't quite place, and it wasn't until he entered the kitchen that he was able to identify it. Tommy, a wooden spoon clutched in his fat toddler hand, banged on the tray of his highchair like it was his own personal drum as Billy sang in the identical highchair next to him. Wanda, with Florence wrapped up against her chest, buttered toast at the counter.
"Darling, you should save your back and put Florence in her highchair, as well," Vision said, causing Wanda to look up from her task as he plucked Florence from the confines of fabric wrapped around her and placed a kiss on Wanda's lips. "She is almost 9 months old now, after all."
Wanda smiled, shimmying out of the baby wearing contraption and setting it down on the counter out of the way.
"Boys?" Wanda said, turning to the toddlers in their highchairs. "Remember what we practiced? Say, HAPPY.."
"HAPPY!" The boys repeated in unison.
"Thank you, lads," Vision smiled, kissing the tops of their heads and sitting down in front of the two highchairs. He placed Florence on his knee. "Are you hungry?"
The boys nodded just as Wanda swooped in and set their plates in front of them. Eggs, toast and bacon. Tiny fingers pinched pieces of toast and eggs from their plates and ate them, chewing slowly. Billy grabbed a piece of toast, stretching his butter coated fingers toward Vision.
They played this game daily. One boy would offer food to Vision and he'd take it, thanking them for the tiny piece of food as he popped it into his mouth and chewed for just a short time before Wanda would save the day by handing him a napkin to spit the offending morsel into when they boys weren't looking. It didn't matter than he couldn't eat; when a toddler offers you food, you take it.
"When do you think they're going to realize I've been lying to them their whole lives?" Vision asked, handing the dirty napkin to Wanda who threw it in the trash for him.
"What do you mean lying to them?" Wanda asked, sitting down at the table with her own breakfast. "You're entertaining them. There's a difference."
"Not when I can't eat," Vision replied, bouncing Florence on his knee. "So much of the human experience is centered around food and yet, it's not something I'll ever be able to experience."
"Vision," Wanda started, narrowing her eyes at him. "How many times before have you thought there were things you couldn't do and one day, you could? You're constantly evolving, your systems are becoming more advanced daily. Helen makes sure of that. One day, you might..."
"But what if that never happens?" Vision asked. "We know Miss Cho is doing a lot for me -- has done a lot for me -- but this is a little more than a system upgrade."
"Never say never," Wanda said encouragingly.
"I won't," Vision said, looking back at the boys. "But these two? I can't even make S'Mores with them if we go camping."
"You can make S'Mores," Wanda corrected. "You just can't eat them. Vision, stop denying yourself experiences because a small part of it isn't exactly how you're imagining it to be."
"And what will the kids think when they get older?" Vision asked. "Dad can't eat. What's wrong with him?"
"The kids adore you, Vis," Wanda said. "They won't think any less of you because you can't enjoy an ice cream cone with them -- which you tried and hated, if you remember -- or can't eat a S'More in front of a campfire. They'll remember you taking them camping and building them that fire, not that fact that you didn't eat anything."
"Sometimes I just wish...."
"Vis," Wanda said sternly. "It's Father's Day. Let's not do this today. The kids love you, I love you and we want to celebrate you today. Are we still going to the aquarium?"
"Of course, darling," Vision smiled. He looked down at Florence on his knee and then up at the boys in their highchairs and knew Wanda was right. The kids didn't care that he was different. It was him that cared. "I shouldn't project my feelings about myself onto the children. Let's enjoy the day. What do you say, kids? Shall we go see some fishies?"
"FISHIES!" Tommy chirped, squeezing the life out of a handful of scrambled eggs. They ran down his fist and onto his tray. "FISHIES, FISHIES!"
"Go Bye-Bye!" Billy added as Florence started waving at Billy.
"Alright," Vision laughed at the chaos that three kids under three brought to his life. "Let's finish breakfast and we can get ready for Bye Bye."
The boys dutifully ate their breakfast as Wanda finally brought out Florence's highchair, setting it next to the boys chairs. Vision plopped her into the chair, buckling her in while Wanda grabbed the pureed baby food from the fridge and added small pieces of toast to her tray. He looked at his children, now all three in highchairs and growing up quicker than he'd ever imagined they would.
Sure, his life may be chaos with three small children but it's a chaos he wouldn't trade for anything in the world.
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