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A bun in the oven | Part 1

PAIRING | Baker!Boyfriend!Tony Stark x Girlfriend!Employee!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT | 5.8K

SUMMARY | The relationship between you and Tony has been going steady for a while, and Tony is ready to take the next step in your relationship as he asks you to move in with him and his cat, Oliver. When you find out you're pregnant not long after the move, your relationship takes an unexpected turn, but you and Tony are set on giving your little baby the best life you possibly can.

RATING | Explicit (E)

WARNINGS/TAGS | Established relationship, unspecified age gap, use of nickname (Peach, Detka, Bambi, Baby Girl, Cupcake), parts of Reader's body are described (thighs, stretchmarks, belly), unplanned pregnancy, references to morning sickness.

SMUT | Daddy kink, pregnancy kink, breeding kink, lactation kink, dirty talk, teasing, begging, fingering, squirting, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), overstimulation.

A/N | All I have to say is... wow. I didn't plan for this fic to become this long, but I'm very happy with how it turned out! I want to thank @ccbsrmsf1 for all the help during this fic, from helping me when I was stuck during the writing to supporting me through it all; it all means more than you'll ever know. Thank you so much for proofreading this; your reactions made my experience unforgettable! Eu te amo 💜

Banners: Yours truly | Divider: @firefly-graphics | GIF: @ccbsrmsf1

Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist | AU Masterlist | Part 2

Today is a long and busy day in the bakery for you, especially since Tony isn't there to run things like he usually does. Every Wednesday is his one day off; this time, it is an absolute rush of people the entire day. Your colleague, Alex, had to be called in as well, and you're delighted when the door finally closes; the bakery case is pretty much empty aside from a few cookies and a few stray pieces of pie.

''Why don't you go home? I'm sure the boss will be happy to see you,'' your colleague and good friend, Wanda, tells you with a wink. Since you and Tony started seeing each other, you have been practically inseparable, and you can't wait to see him and little Oliver again.

''Are you sure you don't need my help-'' you try, but she cuts you off.

''Go home, Detka. You've been here since 6 AM; you deserve to let yourself be taken care of at home,'' she says with a knowing look, and with a sigh, you nod, taking off your apron to go home. The drive is surprisingly fast, and before you know it, you're ringing the bell at Tony's house as he asked you to come over tonight.

The door swings open, and Tony greets you in a casual yet sexy outfit, lightly messed-up curls, and Oliver in his arms. A broad smile adorns his face as he takes in your outfit, which is comfortable yet perfect for the chilly weather outside. Tony is the first to lean in for a kiss, and as soon as your lips meet his, every last thought in your head seems to disappear, and all you can think about is that you're home again with your two favorite boys.

''How's my girl doing today?'' Tony asks as you step in, giving Oliver some scratches as well.

''I'm tired. We had a long and busy day, but I'm happy to be home again with my two favorite guys,'' you say before giving a peck on his lips, needing to stand on your toes to reach him since he's quite a bit taller than you are. After a few last scratches behind Oliver's ears, you venture into Tony's house and see how you need a bath to relax your aching muscles on your way to the bathroom.

''I'm going to take a bath, is that okay? My legs are sore beyond belief, and I could use some relaxation,'' you ask Tony, who confirms you can.

''I'll run it for you, Peach. You can just get undressed, and I'll do the rest,'' he tells you before heading to the bathroom. You trail behind him with your Kindle, but he walks faster than you. When you reach the bathroom, the bath is already half full, and there are many bubbles in your favorite scent, Peach.

You quickly undress yourself as you're facing away from the bathroom, failing to notice Tony walking your way as you're going to unhook your bra.

''Please, let me do it, Peach. I missed you so much today,'' he whispers against your ear, and you can feel your nipples pebble at his words combined with the cool temperature in the bedroom. His fingers unhook the lacy garment without a single problem, letting it fall to the floor and exposing your now hard nipples.

His long fingers get a gentle hold of both of them, stimulating them lightly but enough to have you clenching around nothing and moaning his name softly. Your hips involuntarily buck against his crotch, and you can feel him getting harder in his pants, too, knowing he enjoys this just as much as you - if not more.

''D-Daddy,'' you say in a breathy moan, his hands now cupping your entire breasts, massaging them softly, your hands holding onto his arms as he does so. Not long after, he lets them go to hook his fingers behind the hem of your panties, tugging them down in a smooth motion as he crouches behind you, allowing you to step out of them.

''Turn around for me, Peach,'' he asks in a low voice, and you do without hesitation. His lips place soft kisses on your thighs, whispering sweet words to you, his hands gliding from your calves up to your thighs and butt, where they rest for a moment to massage it as well.

''You're perfect in my eyes, Peach, all these curves adorning your body have me falling in love with you every single day,'' he says as his kisses trail up, placing one on your mound, too, right above your pussy. A wave of arousal flows through you as his lips make contact with your sensitive flesh, leaving you to clench around nothing and wish he was eating you out like a starved man.

''Those heavenly, thick thighs I want to be buried between every day, these beautiful stretch marks adorning your legs and belly, your amazing hips that I can never give enough love, and this perfect, soft, poochy belly that makes you softer than the softest teddy bear,'' he says, placing kisses everywhere before finally getting up, his hands staying on your waist.

''I'm so lucky to call you my girl, Peach, and because of that, I want to discuss something with you over dinner,'' he says before capturing your lips again, your fingers digging into his biceps as he takes your breath away. As he pulls away, a small smile dances on your lips, your eyes closed just a few seconds longer to keep the moment's magic alive.

''I love you, Tony, and I want to thank you for everything,'' you say with a shy smile, met with a broad one adorning his face.

''Oh, my beautiful, delicious Peach, you deserve nothing but the best, and I promise to give you nothing short of that every day. I love you so much, and I should thank you for everything you do for me. You truly make every day brighter with your existence, and I can't wait to spend every day together with you,'' he says, stealing one last, deep kiss before guiding you to the bath.

With one playful smack on your butt, he helps you into the bath, and you let the warm water engulf you as Tony crouches next to the tub so he's at eye level with you.

''You can take as long as you need, alright? I'll get started on dinner for us, and Oliver and I will be waiting for you when you're done,'' he tells you, stroking a piece of your hair behind your ear as he looks at you with nothing but love and adoration. With one last kiss on your forehead, he gets up, lighting a candle on his way out before letting you relax in the hot water, and you open your Kindle, ready to finally finish the book you've been reading.

As you let your muscles relax, you subconsciously let one of your hands rest on your belly. Over the last few months, you and Tony have been talking a little more about the possibility of having children, and even though neither of you is actively trying, you wouldn't say no to getting pregnant sooner than later. Little did you know that Tony couldn't stop thinking about you getting pregnant.

As he's preparing dinner for the two of you tonight, his mind constantly wanders about what it would be like to have a little one. Everything seems to pass the revue from how he would care for you when you're pregnant to how you two would raise them. As he thinks about potential baby names, he suddenly hears your footsteps on the hardwood floor as you walk into the kitchen.

''How was-'' is all he can say before he turns around, his jaw practically on the floor at the sight before him. You're dressed in one of his dress shirts, which is about three sizes too big for you, and from what he can tell, you're wearing little underneath. He can't ignore the way he can feel himself stir in his jeans as he looks you up and down, smirking back at him with an innocent look on your face.

''What's wrong, Daddy? Is there something on my face?'' you ask with a mischievous, semi-innocent tone in your voice that has Tony going crazy for you already. It doesn't take long for him to have you onto the counter, two of his fingers working you through your orgasm, leaving bruises on your neck from the small love bites.

''This was your goal, wasn't it? Driving Daddy so crazy he just had to give you what you so badly wanted?'' he asks you, but you're too far gone even to register what he's asking you. All you know is how the pleasure is taking over your entire brain, and white edges appear in your field of vision as the pleasure is becoming too much, and you squeeze his biceps hard as you cum, your arousal squirting all over your boyfriend's arm and the kitchen floor.

With a satisfied smile, he works you carefully through the rest of your orgasm, giving gentle kisses along the column of your throat, his free hand rubbing your thigh soothingly. A slight whine escapes your lips as he pulls out his strong, thick fingers before holding them out for you, allowing you to lick them clean for him. With a content smile, you lick them clean, listening to Tony whispering sweet words to you.

''I can't wait to start our family, Peach; I bet you'll look even more beautiful when your belly gets nice and round. Our baby will be growing to be a healthy and strong person. God, I hope they'll look just like you, Peach,'' Tony tells you, sealing his words with a gentle kiss on your cheek before he helps you back on the ground, your legs still unsteady under your body.

''Careful there, Bambi! How about this: you go and sit on the couch with our little devil, and I finish dinner while you watch some TV,'' he offers, and you nod in response, finally trusting your legs not to give out from under you.

''I love you, Tony; I'm the luckiest woman on earth,'' your hands grab his cheeks before you pull him down, kissing his lips softly before turning around and settling on the couch. Oliver finds his spot on your lap soon after, but this time, he is adamant about lying his head on your belly as if trying to protect it. You don't think anything of it right now; instead, you give him the scratches he desires while watching TV, just like Tony said.

Thirty minutes later, your dinner is ready, and Tony has set the dining room table already. A few candles light the room in a dim, romantic light, your favorite music plays in the background, and the food looks as delicious as ever. How you got so lucky to have a man who is both a master at baking and cooking is beyond you, but you're not one to complain about it for even a second.

As soon as you're seated and ready to eat, Tony cuts right to the point, impatience taking over as he tries not to wobble his leg up and down the entire time. There's a bit of a lump in his throat as he thinks about how to approach this topic, but eventually, he decides to rip off the bandaid and ask you straight up what he thinks.

''Peach, do you remember when I said I wanted to discuss something over dinner with you?'' he starts, and you nod as you grab some salad.

''I want to discuss you moving in with me - with us. That way, you're closer to the bakery; you and I can spend even more time together that way. And I'm sure Oliver wouldn't object to you moving in, either,'' he says softly as his deep, dark brown eyes look into yours in anticipation of your answer.

''I-I'd love to, but the lease of my apartment isn't up yet for another seven months,'' you tell him, brows knitted as you think about the considerable fine you'll have to pay to end the contract earlier.

''You don't have to worry about that, Peach. I-'' he starts as he thinks about how to bring up his next point. ''- I already paid the fine to get out of your contract, so all you have to do is get your stuff before the end of the month, and you're all set to go.''

Your eyes widen at his confession, and you can feel the butterflies in your stomach go wild at his confession. A broad smile works its way onto your lips, and you quickly get up before straddling Tony's lap as you pepper his face with a bunch of kisses.

''Thank you *kiss* thank you *kiss* thank you!'' you told him, and from that moment on, you were slowly either moving stuff into Tony's house or selling stuff that you didn't need anymore. Before the end of the month, you're officially moved into Tony's house, living with the man you love more than anything in the world.

It's been nearly three months since you officially moved in with Tony, and this morning, you got a chance to sleep in as you're having a day off. You're wrapped in Tony's arms as you're lying on top of him, exchanging slow kisses with a hint of tongue here and there, teasing one another a bit. These mornings are an absolute godsend for you both; you always like to make the most of them.

Tony's hands are roaming over your body, slowly gliding over your waist and hips until they find their place on your butt, squeezing suddenly to get a little yelp out of you, making him chuckle.

''What's going on, Peach?'' he says with a mischievous look, and you can't help but giggle at the sight. His usually dark brown eyes have darkened, and there's a hint of lust in them before he leans forward, catching your lips in a slightly possessive kiss, making your head spin from the intensity of it.

"Tony, please!'' you say against his lips, and before you know it, you're lying on your back, and he's lining his cock up with your entrance, ready to push in until he's buried completely. He stills as he looks up, his tip brushing over your entrance as he moves, making you squirm a little at the feeling.

''That's not what I want you to call me, Peach; I believe you know better than that,'' Tony says with a raised eyebrow, and you look up at him with a bashful look, a blush creeping onto your cheeks at what he's asking of you exactly.

"I'm sorry, Daddy,'' you tell him almost in a whisper, but it's good enough as he leans in to capture your lips with his, teasing you at the same time as he strokes his length, letting the head push against your entrance, but it's not enough to slide in, driving you crazy. All you want is to feel him inside you, every ridge, vein, and throb inside your pussy as he makes love to you, makes you fall apart on his cock.

''Please, Daddy, don't tease me,'' you whine softly, the teasing almost being too much as your hand slips down, but he lets go of himself to pin your hand above your head, making your breath hitch at the quick assertion of dominance, your arousal only making you wetter for him.

''But you're so beautiful when you beg for me, Peach. I can listen to it all day,'' he whispers into your ear before softly nipping your earlobe with his teeth, his hips thrusting forward as his cock glides through your folds, making you moan as it rubs over your sensitive clit.

''That's it, Baby Girl, want you to fucking moan and beg for Daddy,'' he says in a growl, the hand that was holding your wrist going back to his length, lining it up once again.

''Daddy, please fuck-'' is all you can say before he slides into the hilt, a long, broken moan tumbling from your lips. He lets you adjust to him before setting a slow, leisurely pace, wanting to take his time to have you fall apart for him. He revels in every moan and whimper falling from your lips, his eyes trained on yours to make sure there isn't any discomfort on your part.

''So big, Daddy, 's so big inside me,'' you breathe out as he pulls out before sliding it back in at an almost teasing pace, stretching out your pussy with every inch that he slides back into the warmth of you. He groans lightly when you wrap your legs around his waist, sucking him deeper into you.

''God, I love being inside you, Peach; I want to fuck you bare every single day until you're pregnant with my babies. Seeing those delicious boobs growing as they're filling with your milk, drinking from them until they're better, and your amazing belly growing round with our baby,'' he grunts against your neck between kisses and nips, which he soothes with his tongue.

''Will fuck you every single day until my cum drips out of this tight pussy, stuffed so fucking full with it that it drips out of you, and I'll stuff every last bit of it back until you're round for me, Peach, is that what you want? Do you want to carry Daddy's babies? Being a beautiful, pregnant wife for Daddy?'' he says as he picks up the pace, and your fingernails are making red lines on his back from the pleasure as you're trying to ground yourself.

''Fuck, yes, Daddy! Want all your babies!'' you exclaim as his cock hits your sweet spot just right, having you dangerously close to the edge without actually tipping you over. You can feel the pleasure building, but you also know you need just one more thing, and you're not afraid of begging for it, knowing how much he likes it.

''D-Daddy, fingers please,'' you croak out; the pleasure of his thrusts has you nearly unable to speak a coherent sentence, but the look of delight on your face tells him you're very much enjoying yourself.

''Where do you want them, Peach? Do you want Daddy to play with your perfect, sensitive, perky nipples?'' he asks as he pulls on one of them playfully, a loud whine escaping your lips at the feeling.

''M-my clit, Daddy, need them on my clit,'' you say with half-lidded eyes. A broad smile is dancing on Tony's lips as he picks up the pace as his thumb presses onto your clit, making the orgasm wash over you with a force you've rarely felt before, squirting all over Tony and the bed with a loud moan, your back arching into him as he praises you endlessly.

''Fuck! Doing so good for me, Peach, cum for Daddy!'' he says, and not long after, he cums too, his seed squirting onto your walls, the warmth filling you up as your hands scratch his back, a deep growl escaping his chest as you're both panting, riding out your orgasms. Tony carefully pulls out before crawling down your body, scooping up the cum that's dripping out and stuffing it back into your sensitive pussy, whines escaping your lips from the oversensitivity.

''Daddy, 's too much!'' you say as you try to close your thighs, but his broad shoulders prevent that from happening as he shushes you. Tears are flowing down your cheeks as the overstimulation gets too much, and you jerk your body away from him, and that's when he stops.

''You're okay, Peach, I'm here,'' he whispers against your scalp as he places himself next to you, and you crawl into his hold, softly sniffling as you let the emotions run their course. Tony's whispering sweet words to you as you come down from it, letting his warmth envelop you entirely under the comforter until it's time to get up and shower.

''Do you want to go and take a shower with me, Peach?'' he asks, and you nod. He steps out of bed and guides you carefully to the shower, where you let the hot water run over your body as Tony gives you endless kisses while washing every inch of your body.

''So perfect for me, Peach, 'm the luckiest man on earth to have such a beautiful wife,'' he says, and you turn around with wide eyes, a knowing look on your face. Your heart skips a beat at the word, but at the same time, the butterflies in your stomach go wild, too, and now it's all you can think about—becoming the future Mrs. Tony Stark.

''You like the sound of that? My wife?'' he asks with a broad smile, and you nod before standing on your toes, placing a soft peck on his lips.

''I do,'' you say with a wink, and then you finish the rest of your shower before heading out, ready to make breakfast for you and Tony and feed little Oliver. With a towel wrapped around your hair and body, you walk out of the shower, only to find Oliver, who has made his way into the bedroom and is now biting something previously in Tony's bedside drawer.

''What are you-'' you say as you walk over to Oliver, whose head snaps to you, his big eyes showing his guilt as he knows he got caught. When you see what he was trying to use as a chew toy, you can't help but let a deep laugh escape before grabbing it and heading to Tony.

''You'll never guess what Oliver did when I walked in,'' you tell Tony, who looks at you with one eye closed as he just got shampoo in it.

''I believe he wants a little brother or sister because I caught him trying to destroy the condoms in your bedside drawer!'' you tell Tony, who can't help but shake his head with a chuckle. Little did either of you know that Oliver's wish had already come true, though you don't know it yet.

You've been sick the past week, and Tony has taken excellent care of you. From showering you when you were too weak to stand on your feet and clean yourself to giving you food and fluids, he has done everything in his power to make you feel better, but in all honesty, it has only gotten worse.

During the entire week, Oliver has never left your side, permanently curled up by your side, on your legs, or with his head protectively on your belly. Right now, you're lying on the bed, a few pillows under your head, Oliver on your lap with his paw on your stomach to protect you, and a thought wiggles into your head.

A while ago, you read something about cats that can sense when a woman is pregnant, and ever since you remembered that moment, you couldn't shake the idea. Oliver is lying with his head on your belly right now, and you're scratching him behind his ears when you decide to call Wanda, as she's supposed to come over with some groceries later that can't wait until Tony's home late tonight.

''Hi, Detka. Is everything okay?'' Wanda says as she picks up the phone after the second ring. Worry is laced in her voice, though you're quick to reassure her.

''Everything's okay apart from me being sick, of course,'' you say with a sigh as you're trying to prevent another wave of nausea, which works this time. Oliver switches positions and is cuddling even closer now, which makes you melt at the sight, and that's when you remember you're still on the phone.

''I- uhm… I have a favor to ask?'' you say in a high-pitched voice.

''Could you- uhm- Will you maybe get me a pregnancy test?'' you mumble, and you're not sure if she heard you, but she did.

''Really? I mean, of course, anything you need, but do you think your being sick might be morning sickness?'' she asks, and you hum in response, your hand lying on your belly as you think of the possibility of a tiny human growing inside you. The baby who will be the perfect combination of you and Tony. It's something you've dreamt about for a while, and now your biggest dream - becoming a mom - might come true.

''I'm about 50% sure. Oliver has been more clingy lately, and I read online that they can sense pregnancies, so I think it might be worth doing a test,'' you tell her honestly, and she agrees to buy a test for you so that you can ease your mind.

''You're the best, Wanda,'' you say before hanging up, and when you do, another wave of nausea hits, and you grab the trashcan just in time. Your morning sickness is the worst when you wake up, but it tends to linger throughout the afternoon, too, which isn't exactly fun either.

Not long after, Wanda has the groceries you requested and a pregnancy test. Oliver is happy to see her, and after a few scratches behind his ears, both of them are settled on your bed, where you can find the most comfortable position right now.

''Thank you for getting the test; I wasn't sure how else I would get one since I can't leave the house in this state,'' you sigh as you play with the box in your hands. Nerves are starting to take over now that you're getting ready to take it, and even though you're 99% sure what the outcome will be, it's still scary.

''It's okay, that's what friends are for! How late are you, if I may ask?'' she asks you, and you look at her with a nervous look on your face. The reality is settling in about how long ago it may have been, and you realize the signs have been quite noticeable. From the morning sickness to the increasing bra size and the fact that you're eating more, it all points towards pregnancy.

''If I had to make a guess, I'd say I'm about 6 or 7 weeks pregnant,'' you tell her, a small smile darting on your lips as you think about the little human inside you. You look at the box before getting ready to take it.

''Will you stay with me? When I take the test?'' you ask her.

''Like you even need to ask! Now take the test; I'm curious if I will be an auntie in 7 months!'' Wanda says excitedly, and you can't help but laugh as her enthusiasm works its way into your mood as well. A few minutes later, the test is taken, and you're waiting for the result.

''Are you hoping for a positive?'' Wanda asks as she holds your hand, and you squeeze it as you think about the answer. Of course, you're hoping for it, but deep down inside, you can also feel a little guilt, as this would mean you would have to give up a part of your dream to work in a bakery, which is your passion.

''I feel like 95% of me is hoping for a positive test, seeing how I've always wanted to be a Mom, and I know Tony wants to become a Dad as well. But there is also this five percent of me hoping for a negative, knowing that if it isn't, I will have to give up my dream of becoming a baker. I know it's not true, but deep down, it's a thought I can't seem to shake,'' you tell her, tears welling up in the corners of your eyes.

''I feel so… selfish to admit it out loud,'' you say as you wipe the tears with the back of your hand, and Wanda pulls you into a side hug, her arm wrapping around your shoulders as you lay your head on her shoulder, letting her comfort you right now.

''It's not selfish to think that way, Detka; getting a child will change your life no matter what, but I think you and Tony will get through this without a single problem,'' she tells you reassuringly, and just when you're about to answer her, your alarm goes off. You pick up the test, and an excited squeal leaves your mouth, seeing it's positive. You're pregnant with the baby of the love of your life, and your dream is coming true.

''Oh my god, I'm so happy for you, Detka! I'm so happy you're going to be a Mom!'' she says as she pulls you into a hug, and now you can let happy tears flow over your cheeks, clamping the test tightly to your chest as you let the emotions run their course. From that moment on, your hands are constantly on your belly, and all you can think about is how Tony's going to react.

Not too long ago, you ordered a cute bandana for Oliver to wear when this day arrives, and you're glad you had the foresight to order it already. Now, you're settled on the couch, and Oliver is wearing the dark blue piece of fabric, happily purring in your lap as you watch some tv to distract yourself from the fact that Tony can come home at any moment now.

''Peach, I'm home!'' Tony says as he walks through the door, and you get up to greet him, carrying Oliver as well. You're excited to see him, but you're also nervous to tell him what's going on.

''How're you feeling, Baby Girl?'' he asks, feeling your forehead for a potential fever. His hand rests on your cheek, rubbing your cheek lovingly with his thumb.

''Good, how was your day?'' you say, and before he can answer, he suddenly notices the bandana Oliver's wearing, and his eyes grow wide as the words sink in.

''Is this- Are you- Is is true? Are you pregnant?'' Tony asks, and you nod as you take the test out of the pocket of the hoodie you're wearing, showing him that you're most definitely pregnant with his baby.

''Oh my god, I'm going to be a Dad! I can't believe it, there's a little baby growing in this belly of yours,'' he says before capturing your lips with his, and not long after the kiss turns salty as Tony's tears escape, so you pull back from it, wiping them away with the back of your hand.

''I'm going to be a Daddy,'' he whispers to your belly as he crouches down, lifting your hoodie to place a few soft kisses on it, whispering sweet things to the little embryo. His emotions are overwhelming as the tears keep flowing, yet he's very happy at the same time. The day he's dreamt of for almost 2 decades is here, and he's happy to share it with you.

A week later, you have your first ultrasound planned, and you're just stepping out of the shower with Tony. This morning is rough, and you even contemplate rescheduling the appointment.

''Are you sure we have to go today? I want to lay in bed,'' you try to convince Tony with a slight pout, which he swiftly kisses away.

''I'm sure we have to go, Peach. I know you want to stay in bed, but we'll see our little Cupcake for the first time today! If you want to stay home, we, of course, can, but I think it's important we go if you're feeling good enough, my juicy Peach,'' he tells you, and with a soft groan, you let your head fall against his chest. Tony and his reasonable thinking have you feeling some way, though you know he's right.

''Alright, but only if I can go in a comfy outfit; I don't feel like wearing jeans or a bra today,'' you tell him. A smirk appears as he leans in to whisper the following words in your ear.

''You will never hear me complain about you not wearing a bra or panties, Peach. You know that's how I want you always to walk around.'' Your breath hitches in your throat at his words, and you turn your head to capture his lips with yours, giving him a deep, passionate kiss that leaves you both breathless.

''God, I love you so much,'' you tell Tony before turning around and putting on a comfortable outfit, ready to go to your appointment. Armed with your water bottle and some medicine against the worst of the morning sickness, you go to the car, and 20 minutes later, you're at the hospital, ready for your appointment.

During your time in the waiting room, you get increasingly nervous, and Tony can tell by the way you're fiddling with your hands that something's going on. He grabs one of them and squeezes reassuringly before leaning in and placing a soft kiss on your cheek.

You're called in a few minutes later, and it's finally time to see your baby for the first time. The nurse explains everything, and before you know it, you can not only see your baby for the very first time, but you can also hear a rapid heartbeat that has both you and Tony tearing up. Your baby is healthy and growing at a rapid rate.

''Congratulations, you two, your baby is happy and healthy there! You're about eight weeks along now, meaning your due date will be around February 14th,'' she tells you, and you look at Tony with pure adoration in your eyes. You'll possibly have your love child on the day of love, making it perfect.

''Thank you so much,'' you tell the nurse, and when you're finally home, you're cuddled up on your bed, just like you wanted before you left the house. You're sitting on Tony's lap with your back against his chest, your legs stretched out over his, and Oliver is lying on your lap, his head cuddled up against your belly.

''What do you think about becoming a big brother, Oliver? Are you as excited as your Daddy and me?'' you ask him, and Tony places his head on your shoulder to see his little boy's response. Oliver bumps his head carefully against your belly, and you can feel yourself melting into Tony's hold, his hands splayed out on your stomach.

''Meow!'' Oliver responds. You have never felt so loved as you do now. Your boyfriend is by your side, your cat is on your lap, and a baby is in your belly. The rest of your life is officially about to start, and you can't wait.

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rogerswifesblog · 2 years

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Ok playing on the secret girlfriend thing: what if she's his emergency contact and the first time the team meets her is when she's called because Steve got injured. Cue the avengers meeting a heavily pregnant girlfriend/ fiance

Oh yes-I got a request about something similar and I think I’ll post it today or tomorrow, I’ve already started writing it👀

Steve’s a very careful man, when it comes to his girlfriend, well, fiancé.

He’d be scared of loosing you. You made him realise, he could actually be a normal man besides being a national hero; Captain America.

Even though he was a super soldier and healed much quicker than a average person, you still liked taking care of his cuts, when he cut his finger helping you with cooking-but it was also the reason he was banned from the kitchen.

He may be Captain America, but deep down, he was just Steve, the clumsy Brooklyn boy, you’ve totally fallen for. And who could cook for dear life.

You always massaged his tense shoulders and back.

You treated him like a normal human being-that’s why he didn’t want you to be a part of his life as Captain America. He wanted you to himself. And he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.

Steve even thought about putting the shield down and moving with you, somewhere where you two could just be yourselves. Happily together.

It’s not like nobody knew about you relationship-your family knew. And they loved Steve. Especially your grandma. She always sat down with Steve and they talked about the old times. Your mother loved him too. She saw how good he treated you. And the two women also loved how much he could eat. Your grandma loved having him over, because she could prepare much more food, than she’d Normally would. Even your dad approved-especially after Steve let him drive his motorcycle a few times.

They wanted him in the family.

Then it finally happened.

After being together for two years he asked you to spend the rest of your life with him.

Without a second of hesitation you said yes.

A few weeks later he noticed your odd behaviour. You slept more, eat stuff you’ve normally wouldn’t even touch-for example olives. You didn’t like them, he knew it, because you always left them for him. And then there was this constant morning sickness…

Only a few days later you told him you were pregnant, giving him a shirt, with a text on it, saying; best dad ever.

He cried tears of joy, hugging you for a long time and talking to your tummy, even though your baby was still only a the size of a little bean.

Steve watched your belly grow, getting rounder. The first time your baby kicked-actually kicking his cheek-he looked slightly offended and then surprised at your stomach. “Oh god-did she-“, you nodded, grinning at him. He started kissing you and your belly softly.

Once again he cried, like like many times in the last few months. He’d never thought he could have this, a family, a normal life.

What he hadn’t expected was a emergency mission, about a HYDRA basis in Europe, with apparently many hostages.

He had to go.

But after two weeks he still hadn’t texted you. The worst scenarios played out in your head. It happened. Steve wouldn’t come back.

You’d be a single mom, not even married, because you fiancé had to-

Your phone ringing interrupted your pacing, while you were stroking your belly, to calm down your sweetheart. It’s like your baby felt your anxiety and was as you were.

“Oh god, Steve, I was scared”, you cried into the phone, when you saw his contact pop up. But it wasn’t Steve’s voice that answered. “Excuse me, this is doctor Cho. You’re Steve’s emergency contact and-“ “I-I’m on my way.” You said, already putting on your shoes, which wasn’t all that easy having a stomach the size of a watermelon. This child was huge. It’s definitely Steve’s kid. There was definitely some kind of serum in this child.

It took you forty minutes till you finally entered the Stark tower. Normally you’d drive faster, but you didn’t want to risk anything happening.

Pepper Potts was the one coming for you-she definitely looked surprised, but tried not to show it. You knew Steve hadn’t told anyone about…well, you.

“Steve’s emergency contact-“ “Y/N, yes. I’m…im his fiancé”, you said, feeling blood rush to your cheeks, while you gently rubbed over your round tummy. Pepper smiled friendly and nodded. “Great, let’s go then”, with that you entered the elevator, letting the AL bring you to the needed floor.

She looked at your round stomach for a moment, a wide smile on her rosy lips. Especially when she saw the ring in your hand, when you rubbed over your tummy, where your babygirl was kicking.

“What happened to Steve? Is he-“ “he’s alive, but hurt. During the mission he tried to get all hostages out of the building-after getting the last one out he run back in, nobody know why. Then the building collapsed and they couldn’t find him for two days. Three of his ribs are broken, his leg and he had a concussion-they also had a scare his kidneys would fail, but luckily they manage to stop any more damage. Hes just out of surgery-we would have called you sooner, but it all happened so quickly, nobody really ex-“, pepper broke her sentence abruptly, looking away. “Nobody expected him to have a emergency contact?”, you asked quietly.

Pepper nodded, already apologising, but you dismissed her smiling, telling her you knew, they didn’t know about you.

Walking into Steve’s room, your gaze fell on all the avengers sitting around him. Everyone seemed to be bruised and injuries, but nobody looked as bad as Steve.

You gasped quietly, making everyone look at you.

Only the beeping of the monitor could be heard. Bruce immediately stood up, offering you his chair, making you smile kindly, while your eyes filled with tears.

Everyone just watched you sit down. They were surprised. Shocked even.

How could Steve hide a girlfriend-a pregnant girlfriend for this long? Looking at your round belly it had to be at least seven months. Maybe more.

Tony was the first one to talk. “So nobody’s gonna talk about Steve’s apparently knocked up girlfriend, who he kept-owch”, pepper slapped the back of his head, making him wince. You chuckled quietly.

Steve had told you, Tony was very….Tony.

But it felt good, to laugh after having been scared for so long.

“I’m actually not his knocked up girlfriend-“, all eyes were on you. Shocked-only Natasha seemed to have a cocky smirk on her face, because she saw the ring on your finger. You lifted your hand, showing it to the others. A bright smile on your face. “I’m his knocked up fiancé.”

The team laughed quietly, already loving you.

There were many more questions about your relationship and baby-and just about you.

After about two hours Steve started waking up, feeling a hand holding his, he gently squeezed, interrupting your story about how Steve once nearly set the kitchen on fire.

“Oh god, Steve”, you gasped, watching his eyes flutter open. Slightly confused he looked at you, then at the other. Under the bruised skin you could tell he was blushing. He cleared his throat. “I guess…I guess you meat the team”, he mumbled, feeling how dry his throat was. Bruce gave you a cup with water and a straw, for you to help Steve drink something. “Yes, Steve, I was just telling them how you set the kitchen on fire-for the first time” “first time? How often did it happen?”, interrupted Tony you, making Steve whine quietly. Tony wouldn’t never forget about it-not after Steve nearly set his kitchen on fire, too.

“But Steve, really. You should’ve bring your midgardian girlfriend in sooner. She’s great”, Thor said, patting his leg with more force that necessary, making Steve wince.

After Steve drank enough, you put the cup away. “Why did you run back into the building?”, you asked him, gently squeezing his hand. He looked away for a moment, but then back at you. “I nearly lost the picture”, he mumbled, confusing the team. You knew what he meant; the first ultrasound.

Sighing you gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead, sitting on the bed next to him, and putting his hand on your belly. “You’ll never do that again, do you hear me? A picture is not worth losing your life, got it? Our girl needs her daddy in her life. And the next time you do something this reckless, I’ll kick your ass. Pregnant or not”, you mumbled everything gently, making him swallow hard. The others watched amused, while Steve nodded. “Yeah okay”, you raised your eyebrows.

“Yes, Ma’am, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again-“

“Oh we’re so keeping her-owwch, Pepper!”

😍

#steve rogers #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers fluff #flood my inbox #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x pregnant reader

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zoethebitch · 4 months

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There is still food, but these days, its presence is less about abundance and more about survival. There is a stark difference between who sends photos and who does not. Family members outside Gaza, presumably eating well and able to walk to the grocery store whenever the notion enters their mind, aren’t sharing photos. The food posted to the text thread isn’t elaborate, dressed up, or spread across a table. It’s food cooked in an improvised oven made of mud, decorated with seashells. Bread made from 50-kilo bags of flour discovered at the family bakery. Fried fish. Pizza. And while these aren’t the most complex dishes to grace the text thread, they are the most remarkable, the most joyful, because they are the most improbable. They’re celebrated not because they’re beautiful, but because it means the family ate well that day—because they made something out of nothing.

If everything you know is passed through word of mouth and from generation to generation—if the land and olive trees are gone, and the places that birthed recipes and stories are gone—stories are all that’s left. Maybe that’s the reason why, on a morning in early November, Amanda walks to the front of a crowd on the campus of the University of Arkansas and says everything she needs to say. She tells them about her uncle, Amjad, who was killed; her uncle’s youngest daughter, Hala, 5 years old, who was killed the following year; how the IDF raided her parents’ home when her mother was pregnant with her; and how her brother is still there, unable to provide his children with food, water, and medication. She tells the near-silent crowd everything that her family has suffered simply because they are Palestinians. She leaves nothing unsaid.

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Hey, your old bts posts reminded me - one of the actresses who played a pregnant lady in 1x07, Grasie Mercedes, has a podcast where oliver was a guest on it called "Not [blank] enough" and oliver's episode is "episode 12: not talented enough" (1 of 3 he's done available on spotify that I'm aware of). Not sure if you've listened or if most people new to the fandom are aware but it's definitely worth a listen (as is the one he did with national fire radio as he talks a lot about the show with real firefighters) 😊

Yes! I've listened to majority of the podcast he's done. They're all great listens.

Not (Blank) Enough - 12. Oliver Stark : Not Talented Enough Spotify - Apple Music

Imposter syndrome, white privilege, and body image are just a few things Oliver Stark discusses with Grasie Mercedes in an intimate conversation that they titled, Not Talented Enough.

National Fire Radio - The Size Up Episode 7: Oliver Stark Spotify - Apple Music

On this episode of The Size Up, Pip is joined by Rob Ridley from National Fire Radio. They welcome actor Oliver Stark, from the Fox Drama 9-1-1. Oliver plays firefighter Evan “Buck” Buckley on the show, which is now going into the 4th season. Pip and Oliver met just over a year ago, when Pip learned of Oliver's support for 5-5-5 Fitness. The guys spend some time talking about how the actors on the show, first priority is to portray emergency responders as regular people who choose to do a difficult job. Listen in to learn more about the show, Oliver's life and how he has been acclimating to this new normal.

Shut Up and Listen with Heather Matarazoo - Oliver Stark Spotify - Apple Music

In this week's episode, Heather speaks with Oliver Stark (9-1-1) about working through his fear as an actor, his experience growing up in London and why willingness is so important.

Strong Female Characters - "What we watch should be a reflection of how we live our life." Spotify - Apple Music (Oliver joins at 40 minutes)

Cher & Preeti talk about midlife crisis earrings, the lack of female protagonists in video games, and have a thoughtful conversation with Oliver Stark (Into the Badlands, 911) about feminism and allyship.

#anon #answered #podcasts #oliver stark #i havent listened to 'shut up and listen' because the audio isnt a great quality on spotify and it was bugging me

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so i have a theory of how these last two episodes will play out for Buck and how it goes with Oliver said in his interviews about how his partner needs to meet him where he is or they're not the right person and how he won't compromise what he wants for his partner.

I think that Kameron coming in episode 17 is going to give us the sperm donor stuff which by the end of the episode is going to give us Buck finding out that Natalia doesn't want kids because why would she want kids? She's a death doula, she's around death all the time of course she doesn't want kids. Then in episode 18 when Connor comes back the baby is probably born and Buck realizes he wants kids and that's not something he will compromise and that's how he ends things with Natalia.

There's just something about Kameron being the one to interrupt them that just screams the sperm donor and the topic of children coming up. It would not surprise me if Natalia tells Buck she doesn't want kids and "that won't be a problem will it?" and Buck says of course it's not but in the following episode he says it absolutely is a problem and that's how they amicably split.

You 🤝 me, anon, I've also been wondering if the topic of children could be a thing that would come between Natalia and Buck! And it would be a certain kind of deliciousness to have the very stark contrast of the death doula vs the almost-ready-to-burst pregnant woman together on screen!

#ask frida #anon

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skrunklybf-archived · 2 years

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go ham on the “it was a long time ago, we shouldn’t think about that anymore” prompt — love u forever <3

listen i need this excuse to write some angst 😮‍💨 i love youuuu baby 🖤

armin x f!reader x eren 🫣

warnings: baby shower!! fem reader, pregnancy, angst 😭

Eren's messy bun bobbed as he half-jogged, bent a little at the waist to accommodate the tiny girl running beside him. She grasped his hand desperately, her fist looking minuscule wrapped up in his. A pastel yellow gift bag bounced at her side, the polka-dotted tissue paper that poked out tickling her arm.

"C'mon, baby, your mom's gonna be pissed!" he huffed.

The little girl gasped up at him, "no swears!"

Eren apologized and shuffled the girl along, up the driveway and to the front door of your house.

It had been a year since you moved into it, and Eren had visited quite a few times already, but it still felt so foreign, even with his daughter's sloppy handprint plastered on the mailbox in purple paint.

He dodged the bundle of balloons taped to the porch column and eyed the front door, whereas the boisterous little girl beside him simply marched right in -- it was her home, after all.

You gazed through the kitchen window, watching the activities taking place in your lush backyard. A few adults were setting up a sort of relay race, setting markers in the grass, while a handful of kids chased one another around with colorful water guns. The day was roaring along, but you couldn't help but check your phone every few minutes, wondering where the hell Eren was with your daughter.

A warm hand on your waist snapped you out of your reverie. Compassion seeping from every pore, Armin peppered a few kisses across your cheek and pulled your back into his chest. He gently laid a palm over your rounded belly and hummed into your ear, "they'll be here soon, don't worry."

Leave it up to Eren to be late to your freaking baby shower.

Almost on cue, a screech rang out through your kitchen, making the both of you jump out of your skin.

"Mommy!" the wild animal you knew as your daughter crashed into your side, making Armin brace you before you tumbled.

"Olive, honey, you gotta be careful with mommy, remember?" Armin chuckled a little, affectionately pulling the girl in for a little group embrace. She nuzzled her face into your hip and laid a feather-light kiss over the side of your plump belly.

Eren watched from the doorway. Silently, he plucked up the gift bag Olive had dropped in her excitement and fiddled with the handles in his large hands. He felt out of place despite explicitly being invited, multiple times, not only from his best friend but from you as well.

Sensing eyes, you tilted your head and caught the brunette peeking.

"Look who decided to show up," you mused, tone and smile teasing him, "you almost missed the cake."

Armin followed your gaze and beamed at his lifelong friend. Olive dashed off and out the back door, deciding to tackle her favorite Auntie Pieck in a monstrous hug, leaving her parental figures to their own devices. Eren shrugged nonchalantly, though it tugged harshly in his chest to watch you turn and face him -- your summery dress hugged your pregnant belly in such a sweet way. He sucked a deep breath through his nose as Armin approached for a hug.

Eren forced himself to smile through the games, the music, the food. Truthfully it would've been a fun little day if it weren't for his lingering melancholy. He smiled fondly at his daughter, who gave him a gap-toothed grin as she ran past, busy being chased by Jean and Mikasa's son in an aggressive game of tag. With the kids preoccupied, it gave you a chance to sneak away, opting to shuffle to the kitchen and refill one of the drink coolers. Eren's legs sprung to action before he could even think it through.

The quiet of your kitchen was a stark contrast to the chaos outside. He could hear you humming along to the song playing just past the sliding door, bent at the waist as you loaded drink after drink from your fridge to the blue cooler. A pained gasp interrupted the melody, with you gripping at your back, and Eren found himself next to you in an instant.

"Here, let me." he ushered you to the side and took up your task quietly. There was so much he wanted to say. So much he felt like he couldn't voice, for who's sake, he wasn't quite sure. You could sense the quiet tension exuding from the brunette in waves, leaning against the counter and watching him work.

"Thanks, 'ren. My back's been ten times worse this time around." you sighed, a hand absently coming up to glide over your tummy. He tensed a little at the nickname, standing to his full height and shutting the fridge.

"Remember that tea I got you before Olive was born?" he began, setting the cooler on the counter beside you. "I could probably find it again. I remember you liked to take baths and drink a cup or two before bed."

Eren finally met your gaze, trepidation tingling on his tongue. Your smile didn't reach your eyes, only nodding slowly as he stared down at you. A few moments of thick silence slid past before either of you spoke again.

"... I miss those days, when she was really small," you sighed, turning to search for the little girl out the window. She was busy rolling around in the grass with your friends' kids, radiating sunshine from her muddied face. "She'll be a great big sister. Probably a little rowdy, but she'll get the gist soon enough. Armin's been teaching her how to hold a baby. She's so excited."

Eren swallowed. He put himself beside you, watching you through his peripheral. "Do you ever think about it?" he asked, voice low. When you didn't reply right away, he took the chance to keep going. "When it was just us three. The sink baths... the fights over changing poopy diapers." Eren chuckled humorlessly -- instead, a certain longing flooded his lungs. "Does Armin rub your feet before bed? You used to beg me to..."

You stood eerily still, just listening. Waiting.

"... I miss it, all of it. I miss you."

You sighed at his sobering confession. The room felt small and claustrophobic. Eren seemed to dominate the space without meaning to -- even just standing there at your side, leaning up against the granite countertop, his presence was almost overwhelming.

"That was a long time ago. We shouldn't... we shouldn't talk about it... like that, anymore."

Eren's chest began to ache at your reply. Of course, he shouldn't have said anything. He knew where you stood. Or at least, he thought he did -- there was a tinge of something to your tone, something he couldn't quite label, but it felt familiar. Almost comforting, in a strange and backward kind of way.

"Right," he mumbled back, pulling air into his deflated lungs, "you're right."

You excused yourself, offering a light squeeze to his bicep on your way past. Eren thought about the phantom touch long after he kissed your daughter goodnight and left yours and Armin's home that evening. Eren thought about his best friend and his ex girlfriend, the mother of his child -- and the new addition growing in her belly, one he couldn't quite claim as his own, as much as he longed to. He thought about how he'd never love someone else the way he loved you, still, even if you didn't feel the same anymore. He closed his eyes, praying for sleep.

"... I miss you."

#request #ks tag #eren x reader #eren jaeger #armin x reader #armin arlert #attack on titan #aot #aot x reader

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Captain America: Civil War ft Static (4) | s.r

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader, Tony Stark x Stark!Reader (siblings)

Genre: Angsty, Political

Summary: After watching Steve become an international fugitive to save his best friend (again), Tony wants to just talk to him and his sister to get them to sign the Accords and keep the Avengers together. But it seems like everyone has different plans.

(These scenes incorporate y/n, codename—Static, into the pre-existing story as a character without making drastic changes to the plot or mythos. All the major plot points from the MCU remain in place with the addition of the reader as Static, who is not only a Stark but also enhanced. Whatever events from the canon aren’t mentioned, take place without much change.)

Warnings: Swearing.

a/n: ok so, y/n isn't explicitly stated to be any race but seeing as I am POC, I wrote her with the same ideas in mind. I think it's especially important during this story to have someone from a different background to put forward their opinion. And I will not apologize for presenting that perspective in the media that I CHOOSE to write.

“Hey, you wanna see something cool?” Tony asks as he enters the tense room. It’s filled with a ringing silence. “I pulled something from Dad's archives. Felt timely.” With his free hand, he shows Steve two pens in a black presentation box with his blazer hanging off the other. Discarding the blazer off in the corner, he continues, “FDR signed the Lend-Lease bill with these in 1941.” He puts it on the table in front of him, where Steve is now seated. “Provided support to the Allies when they needed it most.”

“Some would say it brought our country closer to war,” Steve replies coyly.

And man, if that doesn’t annoy Tony.

“See? If not for these, you wouldn't be here,” he throws back. But then he sees the smile on Steve’s face and he relents. “I'm trying to . . . what do you call it?” He takes a seat opposite him. “That's an olive branch. Is that what you call it?”

“Is Pepper here?” He asks casually, looking around. “I didn't see her.

Oh boy, Tony thinks.

“We're kinda . . . well, not kinda . . .” He tries.”

“Pregnant?” Steve prompts.

“No. Definitely not.” He scoffs self-deprecatingly. “We're taking a break,” he admits. “It's nobody's fault.” His fault.

“I'm so sorry, Tony. I didn't know,” Steve says with genuine care reflected in his eyes. And you know that’s the bummer of it all. He knows that Steve means it. He knows that at the end of the day, no matter how much Steve buts heads with him, and pushes him on things he doesn’t want to be pushed, he does it because he is the most genuine person to ever fucking be genuine. The biggest challenge of wanting, almost needing to hate the Captain America he grew up hearing unending praise of is that all the praise was well founded. Cap, Steve is the kind of man, even Tony would want to rattle off to his kid about. Because that is the envious charm of Steve Rogers. He’s unbelievably admirable, even in the worst of times, such as these.

“A few years ago, I almost lost her, so I trashed all my suits,” he tells Steve. “Then, we had to mop up HYDRA . . . and then Ultron. My fault.” It was. “And then, and then, and then, I never stopped. Because the truth is I don't wanna stop.” But the thing is, “I don't wanna lose her. I thought maybe the Accords could split the difference.“ He stands up and paces a little. “In her defence, I'm a handful. Yet, Dad was a pain in the ass, but he and Mom always made it work,” He ponders aloud.

Looking at his reflection in the glass wall in front of him, he fixes his tie.

“You know, I'm glad Howard got married. I only knew him when he was young and single,” Steve remarks.

“Oh, really? You two knew each other?” He picks his blazer off the table he’s dumped it on. “He never mentioned that. Maybe only a thousand times.” He begins putting his blazer on. “God, I hated you,” He admits, because fuck yeah he hated him. Steve was this unseen, un-present figure in his life that he was supposed to live up to. And try as he might, he never could.

“I don't mean to make things difficult,” Steve appeals.

“I know, because you're a very polite person.” Tony walks past his chair to stand in the other corner.

“If I see a situation pointed south . . . I can't ignore it. Sometimes I wish I could.”

Bullshit.

“No, you don't.”

Steve smiles thinly. “No, I don't. Sometimes—”

Tony cuts him off. “Sometimes I wanna punch you in your perfect teeth. But I don't wanna see you gone. We need you, Cap. So far, nothing's happened that can't be undone, if you sign. We can make the last 24 hours legit. Barnes gets transferred to an American psych centre instead of a Wakandan prison.”

He can see the wheels in Steve’s beautiful blond head turning. He can see the man in front of him considering his offer.

Steve frowns thoughtfully and picks up one of the fountain pens from the presentation box. He stands up and paces, then turns to Tony. Behind him, in the control room beyond there are multiple screens on the walls, looking over every inch of the facility. Steve’s always looked big and strong, even in situations like this. Where he’s backed into a corner, not a lot of leg room, barely anywhere to run.

But it’s the kind of place Steve thrives, Tony presumes. ‘I could do this all day’ bullshit coming into play or whatever.

“I'm not saying it's impossible, but there would have to be safeguards,” Steve supplies.

And Tony finally has an inch.

“Sure,” He agrees instantly. “Once we put out the PR fire, those documents can be amended.” He takes the seat previously occupied by Steve. “I'd file a motion to have you and Wanda reinstated—”

“Wanda? What about Wanda?”

“She's fine. She's confined to the compound, currently. Vision's keeping her company,” Tony answers.

“Oh God, Tony!” Of course. Stevie go boom boom. “Every time. Every time I think you see things the right way—”

“What? It's a 100 acres with a lap pool. It's got a screening room. There's worse ways to protect people,” Tony argues.

“Protection?” Steve challenges. “Is that how you see this? This is protection? It's internment, Tony,” His voice rising at the end.

“She's not a US citizen,” Tony argues, his voice rising in retaliation.

“Oh, come on, Tony!”

“And they don't grant visas to weapons of mass destruction!”

“She's a kid!”

“GIVE ME A BREAK!” Tony pleads. “I'm doing what has to be done . . . to stave off something worse.”

But before Steve can say anything—

“No, you’re not.”

He looks at his sister. “It speaks… Apparently only to disagree with me… but it speaks.”

“I’m not disagreeing with you for fun, Tony. You’re blind if you can’t see that.” She bites back from where she’s standing at the other head of the table, opposite him.

“I am doing this for us,” Tony pleads. And why can’t she see that? The rest of them are fine. He expected pushback from Steve but why her? She’s supposed to have his back, always. So why can’t she see that is necessary?

“You’re not. You’re doing this for you.”

“Doesn’t negate the fact that it needs to be done,” Tony counters.

“Sounds pretty arrogant, don’t you think?”

He is well aware of the fact that he’s being arrogant, by why shouldn’t he be? This is inevitable. They are drowning, and he’s trying to get everyone to get on the lifeboat but she seems instant on going down with the Titanic.

“Doesn’t negate the fact that I’m right,” he states.

“For fuck’s sake, Tony! This shit is bigger than your ego.” She slams her hand against the table. And I’m the dramatic one?

“This shit is also bigger than your little crush on baby blue eyes over there,” He says, pointing accusingly at Steve. Is it a cheap shot? Yes. He knows that it is. But a part of him can’t help but feel that it might be true. He knows, he knows that no one can ever make Y/n do anything that she doesn’t want to but part of him—not as tiny as he would like—thinks that this never would’ve happened if Steve wasn’t around. If he wasn’t here, opposing him, she wouldn’t have either. Because when has she ever done that before? She has his back, always. He has hers. It’s always been that way. There is only one thing that has changed in their equation—the Star Spangled Man has started doing the devil’s tango with her.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” She asks, her eyebrows raised. It almost feels like she’s giving him a chance to reconsider, retrace his steps, make something up and try to act like he didn’t insinuate what he just did.

But ever the stubborn asshole, he says, “It means that half the reason you don’t want to sign the accords is that he doesn’t want to sign it.”

“Get over yourself, Tony. I don’t agree with a single thing he’s said,'' she states, contempt clear in her voice. “I’m not on his side. I’m not on his side.” Y/n’s eyes are locked dead into his as she continues, “But I sure as fuck won’t side with you.”

“You—you don’t agree with me?” Steve asks from where he stands diagonal to her, looking more lost than anyone with his intellect, who also happens to be cohabitating with the woman in question, should look.

“No,” she dismisses him without a second thought. Speaking to Tony again, she says, “You cannot actually expect me to—”

Steve chimes in once again, “Then why tell me to go find Bucky?” He runs an exhausted hand over his face.

“You told him to what now?” Tony asks, hands flying up.

“I never told you to find him. You were going to do it anyway, and there was no way of stopping you. I just told you to do it smartly—quietly. But that’s beside the point. I might not think that Sergeant Barnes blew up the UN but I never said I thought your benevolent stand on the Accords was logical,” she dismisses him again. Addressing Tony again, “And don’t you dare act surprised, like you didn’t think I’d—”

“I get to act however the fuck I want—”

Steve cuts off Tony’s protest, and in conjunction does the same to Y/n who was reeling up to meet him punch for punch. “You of all people—you don’t agree with me?”

Tony can hear the challenge in his voice. He knows well enough to know that this challenge just means he’s provoking her to get her attention.

Poor bastard, Tony thinks.

“Of course not, jackass! ‘The safest hands are still our own’?” He wanted her attention, he’s got all of it now. As she turns to face him now, Tony can see the steam flowing out of her ears. “Are you fucking losing it in your old age? The safest hands—?” She lets out the most condescending chuckle Tony’s ever heard. “You have any idea the kind of power we hold? Do you even have a small notion of the sheer magnitude of our power? And I don’t even mean your fucking heavy hitters like Vision, or Thor, or Wanda or—or me! No,” she shakes her head. “I mean fucking Hawkeye!” She exclaims. “Barton is capable of single-handedly taking down militias, mafias, criminal organizations overnight. And you know what that means? That means he can do the same goddamn thing to governments!” Her voice is raging. Tony remembers seeing a version of her like this a long time ago. It was in a courtroom when she was still a prosecutor. “That man, with a fucking bow and arrow can overthrow an entire government, especially in nations which don’t have stability. Nations where the government is a delicate balance managed by constant and relentless negotiations. He can bring down those establishments without breaking a fucking sweat!” Her arms are going wild.

“But he never would—” Steve tries.

She just laughs in his face. “He wouldn’t, is that it? You think he wouldn’t?”

Steve holds his ground. “No,” he states. “I know he wouldn’t.”

She looks at Tony and then back at Steve, a brutal smirk on her face, one which Tony knows leads to nothing but trouble. “You know how I know Barton’s capable of that shit, Steve? You know how I know? I know cause I fucking came up with it!” Oh fuck. “The plan that S.H.I.E.L.D. taught them was devised by me,” Tony remembers being terrified of the prosecutor-version of her sister. “And lemme tell you something else, Stevie boy.” The condescending tone is painful to witness. “There will come a day where Barton might just fucking use it and it will take a lot less than you think. You know how I know that?” Steve doesn’t answer so she does. “I know that because if you hurt Tony, and I don’t mean kill him, I mean just hurt him. Cause him pain, make him bleed, you hurt him, I would drop a building on you in a heartbeat and I will not have a single ounce of remorse for it.”

The pause that follows her statement is chilling.

No, seriously, Tony’s got fucking goosebumps. He’s not fucking around, and she sure as shit isn’t either.

But then, Steve, ever the fearless leader, counters. “Would you rather we give this kind of power away to someone else?”

Wrong question, Cap.

“This is not a discussion on nuclear deterrence, Steve. This is me calling for nuclear disarmament! I’m not saying Barton shouldn’t have that kind of power, I’m saying no one should!”

“But someone does,” Steve reasons.

“Yes, and you really think that doesn’t require oversight? You think when I call us nuclear it’s figurative? Cause it’s not Steve, we aren’t figuratively nuclear, we are literally nuclear,” she states with finality. “I don’t agree with a single line of the Accords because it’s a stupid fucking document that has nothing to do with public safety and everything to do with the privatization of superheroes, but do not confuse that with me being naive enough to think that we—that any of us are anything less than a constant threat to mankind—one bad day away from wreaking unforeseen devastation.”

“Then why not sign the Accords?” Tony finally decides to speak up. What? He went as long as he could without stealing the spotlight. He’s never been a fan of being a side character. “If you think we are capable of such—” he begins pacing, “destruction… why don’t you sign the damn thing?”

But what happens next kinda throws him off his game. Like way off. Because she relaxes. She is not a fiery red like she was when she was ripping Steve a new one, no. She’s calm and collected, like the Y/n he knows. And that kinda scares the shit out of Tony.

“Why are you trying to convince him to sign?” She asks, her head motioning towards Steve.

Tony folds his arms. “If he signs, we stay together. The Avengers stick together, instead of hunting each other down. We—we manage to do some good.”

She huffs. “What will that change?” She asks, sounding almost… annoyed. “What will change if you—a privileged white man gets him—Hitler’s wet fucking dream to sign the accords? What will that change? You think that will legitimize this somehow? That if Captain America signs the damn Accords it won’t be as heinous a document as it is right now?”

Tony wants to answer, but he isn’t given the chance.

“I am not like you, Tony. Not like him. What happens to people like us? The people who aren’t red-blooded American men?” With continued exasperation, she pulls a chair and sits on it. Like she’s taking a break, after a long day’s work. “Let’s put it this way,” she puts her feet on the table, one over the other. “Imagine if tomorrow, some sweet little second-generation immigrant Pakistani girl from I don’t know—Jersey City, let’s say—decides to become a superhero? You know, to defend her people, her small neighbourhood, her community. You make her sign the accords, and sign she does. But then there is a conflict in POK (Pakistan Occupied Kashmir)? There’s hundreds of people, begging for help, her people. But the UN—” she tsks. “—the UN decides what it always does, that they do not need to interfere. They decide that it isn’t a quarrel worth their democratic or military resources, let alone their Superheroic ones.” A beat. “What does she do then? Huh? Does she just sit there and take it? Does she just ignore the people asking for her help?” She clicks her fingers. “Better yet, what if there are hate crimes being committed in her neighbourhood, against her family, her aunty, her abbu or her bhai? What happens when the UN says that all that is too small-scale for her, beneath her? What does she do then?” With her elbow resting on the table, she begins creating small sparks around her fingers, rubbing them together, illuminating a soft pink glow.

“She can’t defy the accords, because unlike you, she doesn’t have the money or resources to get herself out of it. Neither does she have the undying allegiance of “the American people” that people seem to have for Cap over there, because she doesn’t look like him. She looks… different. So tell me, what does this little kid do?”

If he’s being honest, he doesn’t have a comeback to that. So Tony just stands there.

The sparks are gone and she stands too, faces him with her hands in her pockets, “I know I have a lot of privilege and power, and most of it is thanks to Peggy and Howard, and thankful I am. But there is absolutely no point in having this power if I don’t use it to do something worthwhile. To speak for little hypothetical kids like her. I may not be interested in being a hero but I’m not going to strip the chance away from others.”

“But like you said, this is hypothetical,” Tony tries. “The chances of this actually going down, what are they?” He takes a step towards her. “We can’t fight battles based on hypotheticals. And if you want to then, sure. Fine. What if Barton goes rogue tomorrow? You just said he could take down entire governments. So what then?”

Swinging her head from one side to the other, in mild agreement, “Yeah, maybe you’re right. Maybe there isn’t a point. But if Barton ever does go Darkside, we’ll be there to stop it regardless of the Accords. However, with the Accords, the chances that we get to bring him back to the light become lower.”

“If that is what you believe, how can you say you don’t agree with me?” Steve finally speaks up.

She lets out a frustrated grunt. “God. I don’t know how this isn’t getting through either of your thick heads!” She looks from one man to the other and then grunts again, “I am saying that these Accords suck. This one particular document is bad. It makes the individual reveal their identity to the public, which will cause a lot more harm than good for the ones who hide their identity to save the people closest to them. It grants the UN control over the missions we get to go on, taking away our autonomy. It’s an overall shit deal!”

Oh for fuck’s sake.

“We all have to make sacrifices, Y/n!” Tony shouts out. “But if it helps people, I for one, happen to think it’s worth it.”

“It’s not about sacrifices—”

He cuts her off, “Isn’t it? Because you say you want oversight but you oppose every restriction put on you. But I’m sorry to break it to you, Stark; this is what oversight looks like!”

“No it isn’t! This—this is just a leash around our neck, albeit a bedazzled one,” she exclaims and turns away in a frustrated huff, hands running through her hair.

Tony gets that at least. He’s frustrated too. Why can’t you see it?

But then she lets out a small laugh, but it sounds all wrong. It sounds exhausted and scornful. “You remember what you used to say about peace?” She turns to look at him now, a similar exhausted, scornful smile on her lips. “Howard did too. Do you remember it?”

Yes, he does.

Peace means having a bigger stick than the other guy.

But he stays quiet.

“Peace means having a bigger stick than the other guy,” she puts her hands back in her pockets, regaining composure. Then she clicks her tongue. “Well, we’re the biggest stick out there. Do you really think no one else will try to get a bigger one for themselves?”

“Then why not let the sticks decide?” Steve asks, head hung low, hands on his hips.

And suddenly she’s irritated again.

Tony has never seen Y/n be so… agitated before. It’s confusing him.

“Because the sticks are idiots. Sometimes they go all mad scientists and give birth to the next fucking Terminator,” she bites back. Say what you will, Ultron was way better than T1000. For one, he wasn’t fucking stupid. “Or they lose control over their hidden powers and open portals to other dimensions, ready to swallow the world whole.” Oooh. Yeah, that one was not fun. “And other times, they create absolute chaos on the streets of Bucharest to save their childhood best friend,” she says with a pointed look at her boyfriend.

Ouch, Tony thinks, that one’s gotta hurt.

“Even nuclear weapons are less threatening than us, cause at least they don’t have emotions,” she adds, her voice softer than before. She looks tired.

But then, Steve—ever the man to just… talk it out—says, “I don’t agree with Tony but, I don’t understand why you’re acting like we don’t know what we’re talking about? Like we’re kids, being stubborn?”

And that seems to be the straw that breaks the camel’s back. “Because you do know what you’re talking about!” It’s almost as if she blows up. “Steve, this much unchecked power? You know exactly what it is capable of.” But then she turns to Tony, “And fuck! Centralizing this much power?” She shrugs at her own rhetorical question. “Usually ends in fascism.”

Both of them begin to argue. Or try at least. She cuts them off before they can.

Throwing up her hands she says, “Look I don’t care. Believe what you wanna believe, fight for what you wanna fight. All I need is for both of you to be honest enough to admit that you’re doing this for you.” She points to Steve, “You don’t want to give up your freedom.” Then she points to Tony, “You don’t want to live with your guilt.” Running a frustrated hand over her face, she adds, “And I just want all of this to be over.” With that, she walks out.

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the-ace-with-spades · 9 months

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Charlie's 9-1-1 Fox ABC

Tags:

#911 Fox, #Buck My Beloved (derogatory), #Eddie Diaz, #Christopher Diaz, #buddie, #Bobby Nash, #Maddie Buckley, #Hen Wilson

Mini fics/fic ideas/prompts:

Amnesiac Eddie being dumb [buddie, humour, misunderstandings]

Trans Buck and the sperm donor thing but with a twist (tw trans pregnancy) [trans Buck wants to get pregnant, Eddie helps]

Tia Pepa sets Buck up with Eddie's cousins - yes, multiple [buddie, humour, jealous!Eddie]

Buck gets called Pops for the first time and Bobby has feelings about it

Chris' memory of the tsunami is different than Buck's

Buck's been in love with Eddie seven years and he doesn't know how to stop

Post Wrapped In Red AU where Buck leaves LA but still stays in contact with everyone and parents Chris from a distance [buddie] - chapter 1 snippet

(complimentary to above AU but can be read as a stand-alone) Lieutenant Diaz and Captain Diaz through the eyes of the new probie [future fic, buddie]

Actor tags:

#Oliver Stark, #Ryan Guzman, #Aisha Hinds

#charlie's masterlist

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rockytilly · 1 year

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BASIC INFORMATION.

full name: rocky tilly

age: twenty seven

birth date: 5th march 1996

birth place: new orleans, louisana

nationality: american

gender: cis male

pronouns: he / him

orientation: bisexual

occupation: main street records + heartbeat station

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

face claim: oliver stark

hair colour: light brown

hair style:

eye colour: blue

height: 6"2'

weight: 163lbs

build: athletic

PERSONALITY.

+ compassionate, jovial, ardent, punctual and resilient - airy, brazen, imprudent, boastful, pessimistic

FAMILY.

mother: joanie tilly

father: ramsay hart

grandmother: brandy hart

BIOGRAPHY.

joanie tilly and ramsay hart were never supposed to be parents — they met while ramsay was touring with his band across the deep south, where they drank tequila at shitty dive bars, screwed each others brains out in the bathroom and fought into the early hours at various motels when joanie would catch ramsay flirting with another woman or ramsay would cacth her flirting with another man.

it was a tumultuous romance, the kind that never should have lasted longer than a weekend and would have ended long before it actually did if it wasn't for joanie falling pregnant and giving birth to rocky nine months later.

motels and dive bars were no place to raise a new born baby, but his parents were hellbent on trying. the type of parents who believed a baby had to fit into your life, not change it.

it was when rocky was six years old that they dropped him off at his grandmothers, relinquishing their parental rights to ramsay's mother. the nine years that rocky spent in new orleans with his grandmother were the happiest and most stable years of his life — even if she was slightly unconventional.

rocky spent his days after school at his grandmother's store for all things magick and occult, where she hosted clients seeking comfort and closure after losing a loved one. marianne hart was an eccentric woman, a self proclaimed medium but she loved rocky with every fibre of her being and there wasn't ever a day that rocky doubted that.

he was fifteen years old when his mother knocked on his grandmothers door, a minivan parked outside with all of her belongings inside after splitting up with ramsay for good this time and claiming to wanting to start a new life with rocky — in montana.

despite begging her to let him stay in new orleans where he had built a life, joanie promised rocky that things would be different now and that she was ready to be a mother — she was lying, of course. joanie just didn't want to be alone now that she'd split up with rocky's father.

readjusting to life in montana wasn't easy for rocky, everybody he knew and cared about was back home in new orleans but he was resilient, being abandoned by his parents had at least taught him that. his teenage years spent in montana weren't always smooth sailings. joanie hadn't lied when she said she was through with ramsey for the last time. unfortunately that opened a revolving door to new men who never stayed long enough for rocky to learn their names. none of them lasted longer than a few months, some only as long as the weekend.

sometimes rocky would be left home alone for the weekend or several days, the longest joanie was ever gone was a month. returning only when her latest fling had ended. it was during these years that rocky made a conscious effort to focus on his school work, determined to graduate with grades that would make any school in the country give him early admission and get away from his mother as fast as he could.

rocky left montana shortly after graduation, returning to new orleans to spend the summer with his grandma before heading to fairford, seattle to complete his bachelors degree in music production. joanie and ramsey might not have shared much with rocky, but they did share a love for music. however, where ramsey's passion was with performing, rocky's was producing. whenever he listened to the music his parents or grandma played growing up, he'd often wonder how it was produced.

once rocky graduated from fairford community college after completing his bachelors degree and masters in music production he landed himself a job at heartbeat station as an intern where he worked his way up to host in the last three years. it's not the career he wants in music, but he considers it a stepping stone in the right direction.

TIDBITS.

during his years in college he worked at main street records, quitting after graduating but returned to work there part-time recently simply because it's one of his favourite jobs he has ever had.

working at the radio station is a means of networking for him, hoping to discover new talent and meet other people in the industry to help him get a foot in the door.

by no means considers himself a celebrity or even a local celebrity despite being a local radio host

has a tiktok channel that he posts tiktoks of himself producing music in the same vein of charlie puth's "anything can be made into music" tiktok series.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

PLATONIC.

friends / best friends / acquaintances / ride or dies / co-workers from main street records / co-workers from heartbeat station / old college buddies / drinking buddies / smoking buddies / room mates

ROMANTIC.

friends with benefits / first loves / ex-boyfriend + girlfriend / skinny love / doomed love / flirtationship / tinder matches / grindr hook-ups / college exes / college hook-ups

ANTAGONISTIC.

enemies / former friends / people he has burned bridges with / exes / petty rivals

CURRENT CONNECTIONS.

ex something of @thaddcarter. dated for a little over year and a half, never quite managed to put a label on it and ended recently after rocky got scared of things getting too real and self sabotaged their relationship by kissing somebody else

#fairfordintro

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mpreghotties · 1 month

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Julian Morris Vs. Oliver Stark! (Even though I love Oliver, I’m really rooting for the underdog Julian Morris!)

#julian morris #oliver stark butt #oliver stark pregnant #Oliver stark #male vore #gay vore #cock vore #mpreg birth #pregnant man #mpreg #male transformation #digestion #mpreg art #same size vore

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vroomvroommuppett · 1 year

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93) "It's okay, honey, you can pull my hair as hard as you want while I'm between your legs." with Oli & Barry x yn

prompt week

buy me a coffee!

ao3 link

NOTE: if you don’t like a pairing like this, skip it

#93 from the smut list

you, barry, and oliver had just gotten married and they surprised you with a trip to a private island in the bahamas for your honeymoon. the three of you can thank gavin and lia mchugh for setting you three up. long story short, you and oliver were already together, and you were already on a “9-1-1” spinoff as a fbi agent, and filmed on the same set as the mother show. gavin, who plays christopher, found out the two of you were fans of barry, so he called his sister, lia, who plays sprite in “eternals” to fly barry out to meet you and oliver. she agreed, as barry wouldn't stop talking about you and oliver. a few months later, you added barry into your relationship, he got a role on your show, and now you’re mrs stark-keoghan.

the first night you three were in your house in the bahamas, it was the sweetest sex ever. then after you mentioned wanting a baby, all the pleasantries went out the door.

“bar, look at our pretty wife, all laid out for us. isn’t she just begging to be filled?” “she really is. do you want us to fill you up and make you a mommy, baby?”

“yes. please. i want you both to make me a mommy, and i want to make you two daddies”

they had set you up so your back was supported by pillows, and barry was sucking and leaving marks on your boobs, while oliver was kissing your thighs. once he got to your pussy, he immediately started eating you out like a starved man. you had one hand in barry’s hair and one pulling on oliver’s hair to get him even closer. he stopped for a second and said

"it's okay, honey, you can pull my hair as hard as you want while i’m between your legs."

it didn't take long for the knot in your stomach to burst. barry kept sucking your boobs and oliver helped you through your third orgasm. he had also pinned your legs down. once you came down both detached and kissed each other tasting you. then they both kissed you.

the rest of the night consisted of them switching being in you, and that was actually how the whole week was.

and when you three revealed that you were pregnant? well gavin and lia were the smuggest because they got you three together and insisted you name the baby after them.

#k’s prompt weekend 2023!!#djkeruigbbygirl!!#oliver x barry x yn

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nicoline1998enilocin · 5 months

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Hi, and welcome to the Masterlist of my Fluffbruary 2024 Challenge, hosted by @fluffbruary! 💜

On this Masterlist, you'll find all the prompts I've filled along the way, and they will combine angst, fluff and smut. Each one shot will have its own appropriate warnings when necessary. All stories will be '' x Fem!Reader '' unless specified otherwise.

If you'd like to check out my other works, you can find them on my Main Masterlist. I hope you will enjoy all the works I've created in anticipation of Fluffbruary! 💜

I do not work with a tag list. If you want to be kept up to date when I post new stories, you can follow @nicoline1998enilocin-library 💜

Banners & Header: Yours truly | Divider: @firefly-graphics

| 🥀 ~ Angst | 💜 ~ Fluff | 🔥 ~ Smut |

When I'm with you, I feel like I'm home | 💜 | NATASHA ROMANOFF Prompt | Engagement Getting married is something Natasha had not even considered until she met you and fell head over heels in love. Now, it's all she can think about; she wants nothing more than to call you her wife.

A new start | 💜 | ARI LEVINSON Prompt | Caress You've always dreamt of turning your career around and starting in a new field. When you mention this idea to your husband, Ari, he is very supportive in the best way he knows to be.

Sweet as pie | 💜 🔥 | RANSOM DRYSDALE Prompt | Dessert You're treating your husband, Ransom, to a beautiful and romantic dinner for your anniversary, but he doesn't know that he is the dessert you've been thinking of all week. You can't wait to sink your teeth into him and tasing every last bit he has to offer you.

... Who's the fairest of them all? | 💜 🔥 | LOKI LAUFEYSON Prompt | Kneel After your last experience in front of your life-size mirror, you switch roles, and Loki happily lets you take the lead. From telling him how to touch himself to showing how perfect he is as he reaches his highs, he will never get enough of it, and he might be convinced to switch roles more often.

Angel | 💜 🔥 | SEBASTIAN STAN (RPF) Prompt | Angel Dating Sebastian is a dream come true, and you want to take your relationship to the next level officially. As you're on a beautiful vacation in Hawaii with your boyfriend, you decide to give yourself to him entirely, catching him by surprise. What you don't know, however, is that he has a surprise for you, too, making it officially a vacation never to forget.

Warm welcome | 💜 🔥 | TONY STARK Prompt | Evening It promises to be a beautiful night at home with your cat and a rom-com playing on the television when you're surprised by your fiancé, Tony. What was supposed to be a three-week mission turned into a two-week one and a surprise welcome, which you're very grateful for.

Love is in the air | 💜 🔥 | ROBERT DOWNEY JR. (RPF) Prompt | Bubble bath Valentine's Day has been incredible since you met Robert, but this time, he plans on making it extra special because this will be the last one where it is just the two of you. From breakfast in bed to a fancy dinner cooked by a private chef and a calming bubble bath, he is pulling out all the stops to make this a very romantic and relaxing day for you both.

A bun in the oven | Part 1 | 🥀 💜 🔥 | BAKER!TONY STARK Prompt | Bakery The relationship between you and Tony has been going steady for a while, and Tony is ready to take the next step in your relationship as he asks you to move in with him and his cat, Oliver. When you find out you're pregnant not long after the move, your relationship takes an unexpected turn, but you and Tony are set on giving your little baby the best life you possibly can.

Boudoir photoshoot | 💜 🔥 | YOUNG!TONY STARK Prompt | Photography Your wedding anniversary with Tony is coming up, and because of that, you venture out and make a special present for him. After some searching, you decide to go for a boudoir photoshoot, which will make a perfect maternity shoot. When Tony opens the present, he can't believe his eyes, and the two of you never leave the house on the night of your anniversary.

Baby fever | 💜 🔥 | YOUNG!TONY STARK Prompt | Wish You and Tony have three beautiful children, but since your youngest son is growing up faster than either of you would like, Tony's baby fever is kicking into high gear. He can't get enough of seeing you pregnant, and he's making it his goal to have it happen again. There's enough room in the house for one more, after all.

World's Greatest Dad | 💜 | CHRIS EVANS (RPF) Prompt | Care package With Chris being away for filming during long periods, parenting can be complicated by yourself. Luckily, your daily FaceTime calls help you through it all, though it is always most exciting when he finally comes home. This time, you and your twins have prepared a little package to welcome him home after another three months of being away from home, and Chris couldn't have wished for a better welcome home.

Life is better with music | 💜 | YOUNG!TONY STARK Prompt | Piano Music is something that has always been rooted deep into both your and Tony's families. From playing instruments since you were little to sing to your heart's content, it always brought you together. Now that you have your own family with your wonderful husband, you cannot wait to teach the same values to your own children, too.

#fluffbruary 2024 #masterlist

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edentorresxkingston · 1 year

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Basic Information

Full Name: Eden Marie Torres-Kingston

Nickname(s): E, probably a few less-kid friendly ones

Age: 31

Date of Birth: January 9th, 1992

Resident/Visitor: Resident

Hunter/Gatherer: Hunter

Gender: Cis woman

Pronouns: She/her

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Occupation: Funeral Home Director

Faceclaim: Adria Arjona

tw: death, pregnancy

Bio

Born and raised in Huntsville, Eden grew up around dead bodies. As morbid as it sounds, her family owned the funeral home, and funerals were a part of her life. Her mother liked to say that death was a natural, beautiful part of life that everyone had to embrace, and she loved teaching her daughter that. So, by the age of ten, Eden was more than accustomed to the dead, and more than used to chasing after anyone who dared to make fun of her for that.

Not everyone did. As cheesy as it was, at the age of sixteen, Eden found her very own high school sweetheart. Johnny was kind and sweet, and a football player, and his upbeat enthusiasm and keen sense of adventure were a stark, albeit fitting contrast to Eden's usual gloom and doom. He managed to bring out the best in her, and open her up to new experiences and the kind of world she had never known before. Her parents told her to be careful, and make sure that she was taking her future into consideration, but when Johnny popped the question during their prom, she immediately said yes.

That didn't mean, however, that their life was easy. It took her parents a very long time to warm up to John, and an even longer time to trust him to treat their daughter right. But Eden remained stubborn, swearing up and down that he was the love of her life, and, after another year or so, the two got married.

Happiness didn't last long when, not long after their wedding, the paradox occurred and the newlyweds, along with the whole town, had to get used to the new twisted reality. While they lost many friends and family over the years, it hurt so much more when June's parents passed, albeit peacefully, in their sleep. If there was ever such a thing as a peaceful death in a place like this. Within a matter of days, Eden had lost and buried her parents, and taken over the family business, becoming a young and inexperienced funeral home director.

It was rocky at the beginning, and then for some more time, but over the course of the years, Eden grew into her position. It was a never-ending business, especially in a place like this, and while some kids liked to whisper about the oddities of the job, Eden paid no attention to it. She tried to live her life as happily as she could, with John at her side, hoping that should death come knocking again, they'd leave this world peacefully.

All changed when she figured that her period was late. First, Eden wrote it off as nothing, assuming it was due to the never-ending stress she and everyone went through, but then the morning sickness came. The worse-than-usual mood swings. And when she finally pushed herself to buy a pregnancy test, it didn't show anything too surprising. Eden was pregnant, despite her and John's attempts not to bring a new life into the hell this town had turned into. Yet, the first time she got to hold Oliver Mateo Kingston, the beautiful little boy who looked so much like his father even mere minutes after being born, she knew that she had no regrets. Who knew that love could be so strong, that she could so easily swear to herself that she would do whatever it takes to protect her son?

The next few years were filled with love, happiness, worry, and so many nightmares. Eden and James had to raise their son, telling the little boy that the people outside, at night, weren't really people, that they weren't his friends, and that he couldn't go hang out with them. Every night, Eden feared for the worst, even as Oliver slept between her and James, and every night, she struggled to get used to the nightmares as her parents' twisted faces stared out the window, or banged on their door.

While the nightmares remained nightmares, what Eden expected the least happened just a little over a year ago. The family of three was home, watching one of the many VHS tapes that they knew so well at this point when Oliver wandered off, wanting to get crayons for a drawing that he was making. Eden and James should have expected the boy to return just moments later, but he didn't, and the two of them had gotten far too lost in their moment alone to pay attention to anything. A second turned to a minute, a minute turned to minutes, and the two lovebirds were snapped out of their little dream at the sound of their front door unlocking. Oliver was merely five at the time, but the boy was smart enough to know how the door worked and naive enough to think that the noises outside were those of friendly beings. The very moments that Eden and James couldn't get enough of suddenly became the longest of their lives as they bolted to the front door. While that felt like it was slow motion, everything else wasn't. Eden raced to the front door, desperate to pull her son away from the porch, and back into the safety of their home, all the while watching the monsters come closer, their faces twisting, ready to feast on the little human. She couldn't hear the shots fired from James' gun that he had somehow managed to take within the seconds this last, all she could feel was the cold night's air as she got outside, pulling her son from the stairs he had managed to get to, desperate to get him back inside. She expected to be pulled back, wishing that she could somehow save her son, wishing that he would have a happy life even if she was to be ripped open. She expected physical pain, but all Eden felt, as her arms wrapped around her son, was a shove back inside. James was by her side, firing one shot after another at the monsters that were just feet away, infuriating them even more. With a single look, filled with so many emotions, Eden watched James glance back at her and Oliver one more time before the door was shut, despite her protests. All Eden could do was listen to the loud thump against the door that happened mere moments later, all she could do was lock the door and cover her son's ears as James' screams echoed through the night. She remained pressed against the door, rigid with fear and terror as her husband's blood coated the ground, seeping into the house. She remained there, wide open and holding onto Oliver even as the boy fell asleep, even as the sun finally rose, bringing her to the first day of being a widow.

Ever since, Eden had closed off once again, focused solely on Oliver and her job, and trying to keep to herself as best as she can. She still hunts, making sure to help provide for the town as best as she can, secretly hoping that it would somehow lead to them finding a way out of this wicked situation. It never does, but it keeps her busy, it makes her feel like she's doing something, and at night, in the warmest dreams, she can almost hear James telling her that she's doing okay. But when she awakes, sometimes catching glimpses of the creatures wearing her husband's face, whispering sweet nothings, she knows it's all a lie. She knows that she cannot go back to the life she once had. She knows that every night, she has to tell her son that the voice he hears and the face he sometimes sees isn't his father's, that his father isn't there, playing hide-and-seek with him.

#huntsvilleintro #death tw #pregnancy tw

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Olicity

Time goes by by Liz2027 (Oliver/Felicity, 2/2, 2022-01-11) - Oliver is in an accessed that puts him in a coma but he wake up two years later."

Le Prix d'une nouvelle vie by Amelia_Queen (Oliver/Felicity, 8/8, 2022-01-21) - Oliver reçoit une visite en prison qui lui donne l’idée d’un cadeau pour sa famille. Mais rien ne se passe jamais comme prévu et Felicity va le découvrir à ses dépens."

Olicity: A whisper to the heart by Dnm (Oliver/Felicity, 6/6, 2022-01-06) - I got insppired by someone in twitter that made a scene on 6x12 . It starts with Felicity giving Oliver the news that she is pregnant. I imagine it happens a couple months after their 1 year anniversary. And its also available in wattpad"

Night at the museum by Liz2027 (Oliver/Felicity, 2/2, 2022-01-26) - John Diggle is a guard at a mysteries museum. He notices strange things happening with the Green arrow statue and the Overwatch statue."

Home by Magspseudonimo (Oliver/Felicity, 2/2, 2022-01-17) - After the island, China and Russia, Oliver worked for Argus until he had enough of Waller ways, he left to work for Diggle Security as a bodyguard. He work, he went home, he pretend like he was happy in front of his sister, he went to work again, he didn't deserve anything more, he is auto pilot until his past comes back and catches up him him, he is just waiting. His last job was different tough he found something he didn't even knew he was looking for it, a family, if only he was brave enough."

Other Ships/Characters

Revenge of the Black Swans. by Batwoman2019 (Kate Kane/Reagan, Oliver/Felicity as side pairing, 2/2, 2022-01-26) - What happens when the two people Mark thought were dead arrive in Gotham to get pay back. Will the Bat team be able to stop them or stay out of it."

Dependencia by dogoncabrera2 (Oliver/Harleen Quinzel, 3/3, 2022-01-20) - ACLARACION: Esta versión de Harley es diferente la de Margot Robbie, también es muy diferente a la versión de su serie animada si esperas algo así te sentirás decepcionado, sobre advertencia no hay engaño lee bajo tu propio riesgo. Si quieres mas información ve a la sección de aclaraciones Sinopsis: Después de una fragmentación con su equipo Green Arrow se encuentra con Harley Quinn que al parecer busca redimirse por su pasado ¿Qué hará Green Arrow? ¿La entregara al murciélago? ¿La llevara a la cárcel? Lo mas probable es que algo mas pase..."

Ships in the Night by Emmeebee (Felicity/Tony Stark, 6/6, 2022-01-20) - With shared interests in computers and superhero justice, Felicity and Tony have more in common than most. By the time they find themselves standing in her living room, their secrets laid bare, they’ve almost met more times than either of them know. (Or: Five times Felicity and Tony almost meet, and one time they do.)"

Cage Full Of Killers by F_my_entire_life (Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Oliver listed as character, 6/6, 2022-01-07) - Stiles and Derek get picked to be the tributes for District 12. Stiles only has one ability he can use, he can talk to animals, wolves mostly."

The Magic Bar by wheel_pen (John Constantine/Leonard Snart, 3/3, 2022-01-05) - Lenny intercepts John after a bad day at work, interrupting his usual downward spiral."

Naruto - Arrow by FrostZero007 (Naruto/Laurel/Thea/Felicity/Helena/Sara, 6/6, 2022-01-18) - aruto is reborn in the Queen family. This is the same Arrow, but instead of Oliver, the main character is Naruto. What decisions will he make and what will they lead to? Naruto / Harem"

Paragons by megamatt09 (Harry Potter/various including Harry/Mia, 22/22, 2022-01-21) - Harry Potter always has been determined to the point of madness. The coming Crisis will test his determination even more. Harry/Multi."

Alternate Timeline by drchemist (Oliver-centric, multiple ships listed, 24/24, 2022-01-19) - Alternative world to the one set in Arrow where Oliver never left on the Queen's Gambit and stays to work at Queen Consolidated, fulfilling his desire of being Starling City's biggest playboy"

Hope is never lost by Marhitee (Sara/Ava Sharpe, 3/3, 2022-01-02) - Ava y su compañera habían pasado por mucho en estos dos años desde que el caos comenzó y sabían que no debían fiarse de nadie dada su condición, pero la llegada a una comunidad puede hacerte cambiar de parecer al encontrar personas por las cuales vale la pena darte una oportunidad y quizá quien sabe, esto pueda acabar mas pronto que tarde si encuentras la ayuda adecuada."

A Girlfriend for Christmas. by Batwoman2019 (Calamity/Beca Mitchell, Thea listed as character, 10/10, 2022-01-15) - What happens when a year earlier a plane had come down and all on board had survived but one person did come out of the crash with no memory of the Bellas former rival's or the woman she loves."

Don't Call me Baby by swarley18 (Sara/Ava Lance, 16/16, 2022-01-30) - While schmoozing Star City’s elite at her husband’s fundraising gala, Sara meets a mysterious woman, who not only sweeps her off her feet, but will change her life in more ways than Sara could ever imagine. Ava returns to Star City after a lifetime away, hell bent on getting justice for her murdered parents, but her plan gets complicated when she starts to develop real feelings for one of her marks."

Avengers Injustice Heroes Among Us by HeroWitch (Thor & Kara Zor-El, Dinah Lance and Oliver listed as characters, 20/20, 2022-01-13) - (Injustice 2 MCU Arrowverse) Thor and the Guardians of the Galaxy discover a new Earth where a Supergirl, Batman, and Superman exist. As Thor meets the new Kara, he must protect this Earth from the terrible Brainiac, but he don't know that an even more terrible danger is brewing and that could threaten the entire universe."

Cross Destination by GabbySaky (Felicity-centric, 59/59, 2022-01-29) - Felicity Smoak morou em Vegas desde que nasceu. Quando teve a oportunidade de fazer uma boa faculdade, ela foi para Starling e conheceu alguém que transformou sua vida. Ela se apaixonou, foi correspondida, e viveu feliz com o jovem mais cobiçado e rico de Starling City, mas tudo desmoronou e coisas realmente dolorosas a fizeram voltar para Vegas. Lá ela fez uma descoberta assustadora, mas ao mesmo tempo incrível, algo que mudaria sua vida para sempre. Depois de 6 anos ela estava de volta em Starling. Desesperada. Assustada. Fugindo para salvar a ela e aos seus filhos. E isso acarretará em reencontro, alguém que ela não pensava em reencontrar, não depois de tantos anos. Oliver Queen. Agora a mulher de expressivos olhos verdes-oliva terá que explicar o que houve com ela em todos aqueles anos que se passaram, o por que de ela fugir e por qual razão escondeu a existência de duas crianças, gêmeas, do pai. Ele vai querer saber de tudo e então descobrirá não só o perigo que cerca a mulher que ama e seus filhos, mas também coisas desastrosas que o magoará no processo."

The Proposal AU by Hera_avalancefan14 (Sara/Ava Sharpe, 10/10, 2022-01-17) - You read it right. This is one of my fave romcom movie and why not make this an AVALANCE AU. I made some moderation out of it. You know, to make it easy for you guys!"

It’s just an Echo (of All the Things I Hate About Me) by Ashes737 (Sara/Ava Sharpe, 14/14, 2022-04-23) - Sara Lance counts her time in the League of Assassins as one her greatest sins and most plaguing regrets. While there's no doubt her time spent training with the League has given her an edge as a Legend, it's ultimately a part of her past that she would like to keep buried, but when a young girl's plea for help draws Sara, Ava, and several of the Legends back into the League's influence, Sara will have to come to terms with the League of Assassin's role in shaping her life and who she has decided to make herself into without it. -or- When Sara, Ava, Charlie, and Constantine are called upon to save a young girl from the League of Assassin's influence, Sara must come to terms with what it means to re-enter the League and see just how far she's willing to go to escape it again."

When Two Worlds Collide by Sharpe_Lance (Sara/Ava Sharpe, 36/36, 2022-01-23) - EARTH: A dying planet that will eventually be unable to support human life, so ships are sent off into the cosmos to go in search of new planets. OSSORY: 4,000 years after a war between the Alphas, Omegas and the Betas where two factions tried to eradicate the Beta's the Ossarans are now facing extinction. For generations the number of births has declined. To save there race they send out Scientific Exploration Ships to search for compatible races that might be able to help. Will these two desperate races find each other in time? Will they be compatible? Find out When Two Worlds Collide

whoever, whenever, you are (you're alive) by red_banner (Nyssa/Sara, 4/4, 2022-01-08) - She hadn’t quite gotten the whole story; Ava clones looked as surprised as she had felt to wake up in a room collapsing around her. She was told of science and code and a plan about the universe and planets. Clone. She is Sara Lance’s clone and is built in such a way that the memories of Sara Lance’s life stand intact in a way that demand to be felt and owned by this… by whoever she is now. Not only that though because, apparently, there is already another Sara Lance clone; built only hours before her, one who had escaped only seconds before she woke up. or There is another Sara Lance clone and things get complicated. or How Nyssara can still win."

A Second Chance by writewithurheart (Tommy-centric, 21/21, 2022-01-24) - When Oliver finds Tommy in CNRI, he thinks he's too late and is forced to flee to avoid the cops. But Tommy is rescued from the rubble. He survives his injuries and decides to use his second chance to help people the way he always wanted to.

𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐄𝐃 || 𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 by salvatqre (several Arrow characters listed, 10/10, 2022-01-04) – no description

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