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STEVE ROGERS
Y/n is pregnant. Steve is the father. Karen is a snitch. Tony is pissed.
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“Come on Nat, you can do it!” Pepper encouragers as she was trying to teach Natasha how to flip a pancake.
“I’m scared it’s going to fall on the floor.” Nat squealed quietly.
“Don’t worry, Bucky will still eat it.” Tony added.
“That was one time, and the peice of chicken had just fell, it’s not like it was down there for days.” Bucky defended.
“It had a bite taken out of it.”
“It was just one bite from Wanda, and I ate around it. Listen, I grew up in the drepression, we didn’t waste food back then, like you guys do now.”
“It’s true.” I added. We all laughed.
Nat flipped the pancake successfully and everyone playfully cheered, and clapped. Nat took a bow.
Y/n steps into the kitchen. I always loved how she looked in the morning, when her eyes are still glossy from waking up and her hair was kind of messy. I looked her up and down, she had done a good job of hiding those hickies I left on her jaw. And her hair didn’t give off sex hair vibes, which was good considering we’ve been keeping our relationship on the down low since it started about 10 months ago.
Only Natasha and Vison know about me and y/n seeing each other. Vison knows for obvious reasons (with his seeing through walls thing he has going on) and Natasha knows because she kept trying to set me up with Tony’s new secretary, and I was tired of it. Y/n wasn’t happy when she found out I told Nat, only because Natasha has been planning y/n and I’s wedding since the second I let the cat out of the bag.
“Good morning Y/n!” Peter beamed.
“Good morning Peter, are you excited for our training session today?” Y/n asked enthusiastically.
“Oh yes ma’am! I still have homework I need to finish though, so I might have to stop a little earlier.” Peter was sat down at the counter, next to Vision, who was talking with Wanda to his left.
“Ha! He just ma’am-ed you!” Tony picks at his daughter as he walked up behind her reaching past her shoulder to grab some bacon. Y/n rolled her eyes and smiled.
“He ma’am-ed me?”
“Yeah… he called you ma’am, that means you’re old.”
“Oh no! Y/n I didn’t mean it that way!” Peter frantically tries to correct himself.
Y/n just laughed. “I know what you meant Peter and thank you for being so respectful.” She gave her dad a side eye. “My dad’s just upset because he’s starting to get as old as Cap and Bucky over there.”
“Ha ha.” Tony mocked back at her, as he started making some coffee.
Once everyone was settled, y/n had sat next to me. Tony doesn’t even think twice about it, me and y/n have always been close. She has such a love for history and when we first met she would talk my ear off with questions about the war and growing up. In return I’d ask her about what’s going on in the world today. We’ve always complemented each other.
Everyone was off in their own conversations, so I took the chance to speak quietly to y/n.
“Good morning, doll.” I whispered, and placed my hand on her leg. She smiled sweetly and said good morning.
“Do you want rest of my bacon? It’s making me kind of sick.”
“I thought you loved bacon.”
“I do, but this morning it’s making me nauseous.”
“Well you look a little flush. Do you feel hot?”
“Kind of. I think I’m gonna go step outside.”
She stood up and silently made her way to the side door stepping out onto the porch looking over the pond. No one seemed to notice. Y/n had always had that way about her, not many people noticed her, she had always said she felt invisible. I don’t think it’s such a bad thing.
By that afternoon, y/n had only gotten worse. She spiked up a fever and had thrown up a few times. I’ve been in her room almost all day, the rest of the team has been out on a small mission. Peter was downstairs with his nose stuck in his homework. Y/n was laid on her side, with the covers tucked under arm, her face smushed halfway in the pillow. She was so tired, but she wanted me to tell her stories about my past, so I did. She would giggle and her hair would fall in her face whenever there was a funny part in the story.
“Well why didn’t you just walk away?” She laughed and took a deep breath in.
“I had to be there for Bucky, bastard, always getting me in trouble,” I said as I smiled at her.
Y/n alarm rang to remind her it was time to train with Peter. She started to pull the covers off her legs.
“Oh no ma’am, you’re resting today.” I stated getting up and grabbing her covers, gently pushing her back onto her pillow and tucking her back in.
“No cap, I feel better,” She protested.
“Good, that means all this resting is working.” I said playing along.
“But Peter really needs to be properly trained, incase any missions happen sometime soon.”
“I’ll train him today.”
“You don’t have to, Steve, I promise I feel %100 better.” She clearly did not feel %100 better. Her eyes were very close to shutting, her face was flushed and she still had a small fever. All in all, she was tired and needed to sleep.
“I love you,” I said as I opened the door.
I watched as she sank back into her pillow, she closed her eyes and mumbled, “I love you.”
In the kitchen, I saw Peter with his headphones in answering math problems. I walked past him and used the cord of his headphones to pull the bud out of his ear. He jerked his head up, and took his other earbud out to listen.
“Hey I’m sorry Peter, y/n is just really not feeling good, I think I’m going to take over your training today. Is that okay?”
“Of course captain, is y/n okay?” He asked, closing his text book.
“Yeah, I think she’s just exhausted,” I said “now go get changed, you got 5 minutes or you’re gonna do extra laps.”
Peter jumped up, abandoning his work and hurried to get changed.
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“Come on kid, you’ve worked enough today, let’s go back home.” I said gesturing back in the direction of the tower. We had just ended our post training run, and we were right in front of the gate.
“Um actually, Captain, is it okay if I come home later. Ned and I have to rebuild something he broke, like usual.” Peter laughed.
“No problem kid, just don’t forget this.” I tossed his phone at him. He thanked me and took off toward his bike that he had tied up at the gate.
I turned around and started walking back to the tower, my phone rang, it was Tony. I answered it with a “hello?”
“Hey Steve, what’s wrong y/n, Wanda told me she wasn’t feeling well.” Tony asked obviously worried about his daughter.
“I think she’s fine, maybe food poisoning or something like that. Cho said it could exhaustion, which would make sense, she’s been non stop working for the past few days.”
“Okay, thank you, we should be home soon.”
“Safe travels.”
And the call ended.
I got to the door and opened it. It’s always weird when the tower is empty, it just feels foreign. I‘m on my way to y/n’s room when I hear distance, quiet cries.
Is that y/n?
I knock lightly on her door and the cries stop, like she didn’t know I was here and didn’t want me to hear her.
“Y/n, baby? Can I come in?” I asked gently, not wanting to scare her.
“Su-re.” She chocked out. Her voice was shaky.
When I opened the door, she on the floor at the end of her bed shuttering. I felt pain in heart, watching her try to hold in her cries.
“Y/n, hey.” I walked over, and sat next to her. “ are you okay? Do you feel sick? Does anything hurt?” I wanted to make sure she wasn’t in any physical pain before anything else. She shook her head no.
Her cries faltered, she sniffed and wiped her eyes. She looked at me and started sobbing again. I took her in my arms, she buried her head against my neck and wrapped one of her arms under mine and around my shoulder. My heart was breaking.
Then she looked up at me, pulled away and walked into her bathroom. She came back with something in her hand, sat down on her knees in front of me. I was still leaning against the footboard of her bed.
Her face was full of despair and worry.
She handed me a stick, a pregnancy test as I soon realized. And it read positive, and I cried too.
I was very worried about y/n, call me paranoid but ever since she was young she never got sick like the other kids. And when she did it was serious.
As of now we were heading back to the Avengers tower. I called Cho to see what she had to say about y/n, and she basically told me the same thing Steve did. And since they were both no help at all, I decided to ask Karen.
“Hey Karen! Check on y/n.”
“Y/n’s fever is down.”
“Check her heart rate.”
“Both heart rates are normal.”
“Karen, does y/n have two hearts now?” I laughed, making a mental note to check out the software again, make sure Karen hasn’t gone rouge.
“Yes Tony, y/n’s and her baby’s.” A million thoughts just went through my mind. And none of them were good.
“Her baby’s?”
“Yes, y/n is 2 weeks along, in a very healthy pregna-“
“Karen call y/n!”
“Calling Miss y/n.”
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Hello! This is one of the most special things I ever wrote. Not only because it’s emotional, but also because it was requested by one of the sweetest people this blog gave me the pleasure to meet! I hope this was what you wanted, @purplerain85 ! Thank you for trusting me with this one!
Prompt: You’re a single mom to a little girl and Tom absolutely falls in love with both of you and wants to start a family.
Warnings: Besides wanting to have babies with Tom, none.
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Summary: Life had always been hard for Y/N, but when her destiny is uprooted by Hydra, she calls out to be saved. And two Asgardians answer. Pairing: Loki Odinson x Reader Word Count: 7665 Warnings: Angst, violence, mentions of drug abuse and torture/blood, language, fluff, implied smut, more fluff A/N: This was written for @tilltheendwilliwrite and her 7.7k Follower Celebration. Congrats on the milestone! My prompt was the quote, “Be careful with her. She is just newly back, and the ordeal has left terrible scars.” and it is in bold in the fic. I had originally posted another version of this back in mid-June, but I was not happy with how it came out. I took it down a few mins after posting it, and finally finished the rewrite yesterday. I am much more happy with it now, and I hope you all enjoy. It was beta’d by @saxxxology and @idjitmonkey, gif made by me. :)
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Nobody ever wakes up knowing that their destiny will change and they’re going to die before their time.
Sometimes it’s quick—a gunshot, car crash, or some other kind of tragic accident. Other times, it’s slow—prolonged illness, accidents which maim and cause slow deterioration, or the worst one of all: the small percentage of people who end up truly knowing what torture is before their life is taken.
Y/N Y/L/N was one of those people.
A life as tragic as hers, one filled with confusion and anger, led her down paths she never would have travelled. A gift she developed late in her life, one which should have been a source of great power and understanding, manifested as a burden. It didn’t take long for her choices to catch up with her.
It began with alcohol, the burning liquid finally quieting the voices in her head enough to allow her to sleep. When her body adjusted and a full bottle of whiskey would no longer send her into the blissful peace of darkness, she turned to harder drugs, and thus began the spiral which ended up landing her in jail for heroin possession after an almost fatal overdose. If not for a compassionate judge who ordered rehabilitation instead of continuing her jail time, she would still be locked away, fighting through the war inside her mind alone.
When she was abducted from Dolan’s Recovery House, a farm doubling as a halfway house on the outskirts of the city, her path jutted off course like a rogue horse separating from the herd, galloping through an unfamiliar dark forest. The only thing she was focusing on was her recovery—both mental and physical—taking the time to learn her gift instead of running from it. Michael Dolan, the owner of the farm and recovery house, knew Y/N was different the moment he saw her, and it didn’t take long for her to confide in him, allowing his guidance to support her through her recovery. It was her contentment that caused complacency, giving the men who came in the middle of the night little to no security to overcome when they took her.
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