#I STILL LIKE THE CAPTAIN BTW !!!!! where pat is 'my guy'. cap is more of my other mutual's (mail) guy :3 pspspsps hai mail haiii

[pineappical]

Hi!

I never used the submit thing so this is a first.

I hope I'm not being a bother but I have liked your art of the mustachiod men of your life,all good ones may I add, some time ago (and unliked it and liked it again so I could keep it higher on my likes...is that normal?).

Anyways, what I wanted to ask is, could you draw more Pat Butcher? It's great to find other artists that like Ghosts! And maybe the other mustachiod man, the Captain? 👉👈 I don't want to ask for a lot, if you don't want to that's totally okay!

Have a nice day! 😊

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THIS IS SO NICE THANK YOU AUH 🥺🥺🥺 also actually ive been planning on drawing more bbc ghosts fanart, im still really obsessed with it, but its def just because of how tight of a grip TL has on my brain rn that i keep putting off drawing other fanart for other fandoms i still cherish.. (also i do the whole, unlike-relike thing too all the time esp when i have 62k+ liked posts LOL)

[fluffymisha97]

Goodbye Captain America

Summary: Reader and Chris are going to the World Premiere of Avengers Endgame but before going to the premiere, there’s some emotions that Chris needs to deal with. 

Chris wanted to bring you to the world premiere of Avengers Endgame. Although you would’ve been there already due to the fact that you’d had a supporting role the in MCU. Your character was only introduced to the world two years back, so your characters story wasn’t over yet.

But it was over for Chris. He’d passed the torch or shield on to Anthony Mackie, the new Captain America. Chris had explained it to you, saying how he wanted to get off the bus before being thrown off. Something you fully understood. 

You were surprised at first when Chris asked you to be at his side on the red carpet mainly because he initially wanted to keep the two of you a secret. But you of course said yes. It would be the first time that the world saw you together. The cast knew about you guys dating, but no one had ever spilled the beans on you. Not even Tom Holland had gone running his mouth, who really was incapable of keeping secrets or spoilers for that matter.

It felt bittersweet in so many ways for Chris. He’d been used to playing this character for so many years now. It had been one hell of a ride. He would always look back at his time on Marvel with nothing but happiness. But right now it all felt too real for him. The end of an era. 

You stood in the walk-in closet trying to decide which heels to wear. You really didn’t want to wear any heels, but you also didn’t want to look like a small chump next to your tall man. Chris was in the bedroom fixing his cufflinks on his shirt. He looked so goddamn handsome. His blue suit fit him like a glove. You could almost feel yourself growing hot, but now was not the time. Your dress’s color was like Chris’s suit so that the two matched.

After you finally found a pair of high heels, you walked back into the bedroom where Chris was sitting on the bed with a strange expression on his face. You bent down to put on the heels and then went to sit next to him.

“Are you okay baby?��

Chris nodded, but kept starring out into the air.

“Chris?”

He turned to you and you spotted the glassy eyes immediately.

“It’s stupid, right? Being upset about something that I wanted? I mean it was my choice to get off now while I still had the chance. And it was the right thing to do, right?”

You listened carefully as Chris continued.

“I guess it finally hit me today. It was creeping up on me throughout the promo tour, that this is the end. That I’m not coming back. My last time playing Captain America.”

You rubbed your hands up and down Chris’s back as he let go of emotions that he’d holding onto for several months. He leaned his body forward and you wrapped your arms around him. Chris let go of the tears and let you hold him like a child. A few moments passed before he cleared his throat and went into a sitting position again. 

He sniffled a bit and wiped his eyes before letting out a small breathy laugh.

“I’m sorry. That was incredible un-manly of me. Couldn’t have been sexy at all.”

You only caressed his cheek feeling his beard tickling your hand. You leaned in to give him a long kiss. You pulled away, needing to breathe while still holding onto his face. You looked at those beautiful blue eyes, eyes that you could swim in.

“You know what I find sexy, Chris? When you’re happy and feeling good. .”

“Well then you’re just too kind to me then, Y/N.” 

Chris took your hand in his big ones and brought it up to his mouth and placed small kisses on the back of your hand. You knew that this wasn’t the end of your talk and that Chris would go through this multiple times maybe. This would be a topic that he would come back to even in the furture. The feelings, doubts and thoughts wouldn’t go away over night. 

You stood from your seat, gently patting his cheek before walking over to stand in front of the floor mirror. You readjusted your dress, patting it down. Chris came to stand behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. You looked good together.

“You look really beautiful Y/N in case I haven’t told you that.”

“No you didn’t but thank you. You look mighty fine too.”

You felt his body vibrate from laughing. You felt something else vibrate in his pocket as well. It was his phone, Meghan wanted to let you know that the driver was coming over in 5 minutes. His body got tense for a bit as he read the text out loud. You kept your hands on him, trying to calm him and prevent any signs of anxiety. You turned your head so you could kiss him which he reciprocated. You took a last look at you both before leading him downstairs.

It helped that Chris’s family came before you’d to leave for the premiere. They all kept him grounded. They did a bunch of pictures which was great. You took most of the pictures before Lisa demanded one of you and Chris. It felt like prom night really as you posed with Chris. You all got in the cars and were on your way.

Chris held your hand the whole ride. You drew circles on the back of his hand, which seemed to soothe him. As you finally arrived, Chris went out first and got his pictures taken alone and then with his family. You too were photographed alone before the time came to walk together as a couple. 

Chris held out his hand to you as you walked towards him. You were probably the most nervous one while Chris looked calm and collected. His smile was everything you needed. You stood beside him as he wrapped an arm around you while on of your hands rested comfortable on his chest. People were yelling and shouting all kinds of things that neither of you comprehended. You only had eyes for one man.

This was one of those moments where you felt yourself fall in love with Chris all over. He leaned down to you. Even in heels, he was like a tower.

“Thank you so much for being here...For being with me.”

He gave you a small peck on the lips before standing straight. Chris’s eyes and heart were filled with love. With you by his side he could easily say goodbye to Cap because you made everything better. MCU gave him one of the best roles in his life, friends who’d become like family to him and most importantly you. He would have to let Cap go but that seemed easy when he had you. 

Bonus:

As you were posing for the cameras, Robert Downey Jr. came running over to photobomb you. He let out a huge gasp and covered his mouth in shock while looking out on the crowd.

“Omg, the world is no more. Who would’ve thought this? Oh right, me. Btw I’ll take full credit for bringing these two together. My dear old Cap and sweet little Y/N, it was a match made in heaven, made by me. No seriously this is great, right?”

People went crazy. Truth was indeed out now but if felt alright. RDJ let out a laugh as he embraced you two and kissed Chris on the cheek as he quickly posed for a few pictures.

(Btw - I don’t know if I did the link thing right.)

[theonetheycallhannah]

The Treatment of Captain Syverson-Chapter Five:Sensory Integration 1

Pairing: Captain “Sy” Syverson x OFC (Shane Benton)

Summary: A Friday full of teasing for Shane ends in a steak dinner with a blue-eyed beefcake. If you don’t finish this chapter hungry for one or the other, if not both, I haven’t done my job! Lol! (For inspo on Sy’s date outfit, think back to that one Men’s Health photoshoot Hen did and just imagine his hair shorter. That’s what I did. lol!) 

Click me to catch up on the story and other stuff by Hannah!

Word Count: 4k (This date got away from me! Lol! And it’s only half over!)

Warnings: Mostly this is utter fluffy fluff, but I’m gonna put the following warnings on, anyway. Language, mature themes, alcohol consumption, borderline food worship (Shane may have a problem, I definitely do! Lol!) Also, pretty much every Sy fic I’ve read says that his given name is Logan, so...should his given name be used henceforth, that’s what I’m going with because it seems the most cannon and I like it and if it’s good enough for Wolverine...

Author’s Note: So, guys, this is crazy. First off, the reaction and love Sy and Shane’s story has been getting has taken me completely off guard and utterly made my day/week. (I’m serious. Every note makes my heart do a happy dance. A like, a reblog, a comment. It all means the world to me. Thank you for your feedback and for sharing this story.) Second, YOUR FEEDBACK MATTERS TO ME! Because initially, idk what I was thinking. I was going to skim over their first date and like…not write it…and I kept getting notes as I worked on further chapters to the tune of “can’t wait for this date!” and I thought…hmm…well, the date must be written! So, here it is, the first half-ish, of Shane and Sy’s first date. I hope it’s all you were expecting…or at least half of all you were expecting! Lol! More to come in part two of Sens Integ! (BTW, fun fact, these chapter titles are all named after treatments that therapists actually use on their patients sometimes! Lol!)

Disclaimer: Unfortunately for me, Henry is not mine, le sigh, and all mention of him, his characters, any characters from his films, or his precious doggy, Kal, are strictly for transformative and recreational use. I neither ask for, nor accept payment for the work I post on Tumblr or AO3. Unbeta’d because this is for fun and escapism.

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Friday morning. She was up with the sun. And a bit before, really. Today was the day. Her first date with Sy. She’d taken extra care in the shower, less clumsy, thank God! She shaved her legs because she had chosen to wear a knee-length blue dress with a scoop neck and cap sleeves in wrinkle-proof Jersey knit since it would be in her tote bag all day. She was not shaving because she thought anything would happen tonight with Sy. She didn’t think she was ready.

That is, she was ready, but, only physically. Emotionally, mentally, she would need to prepare for him a bit longer before taking him as a lover. She hoped he was on the same page.

He had an appointment in the early afternoon. He greeted her with his warm “Hello, sunshine.” Following it up by telling her how pretty she looked today, causing blush to burn in her cheeks. She’d reciprocated, even though he was in his typical tee and shorts look. It was still true. They got on their usual bikes to warm up for about 15 minutes, and then took to the leg press to try to advance his strengthening.

“I’m really proud of your progress! You wouldn’t have been able to do this much weight two weeks ago!” She encouraged him.

“Yeah?”

“Absolutely. Now, we are going to do some drills next. Simple ones, but they aren’t going to be fun for you. I’ve chosen to do them on your last day of the week for a reason. You may be sore. Ice and whatever you take OTC if you must. Ibuprofen or acetaminophen. But try the ice first. It shouldn’t be too bad.”

“Okay.” He conceded, dejected.

“Stretching afterward.” She promised.

“Okay!” He pepped up. She knew he just loved an excuse to have her hands on him.

Later, as he lay on the mat, sweaty from the exertion of the drills, with her up there with him having to use her whole body to leverage the proper stretch out of his hip flexors, she felt the heavy weight of his gaze. She tried to look anywhere but those sapphire eyes below her. They were too vulnerable. She couldn’t handle that right now. Not here.

“Shane?” Dammit, he was gonna make her.

“Hmm?” She looked down at him, smile meeting smile.

“I just…” he couldn’t seem to get out the words. But she thought she understood what he was feeling.

“I know, Sy. I know.” She gently patted his outer thigh where she had been bracing her hand for the stretch, and let his leg back down, while dismounting the mat, as well.

“Well, that’s about the hour. Any questions before I let you go?”

“Are you as excited for tonight as I am?” He asked. She chuckled. She couldn’t imagine him being more excited than she was!

“Yes! Hehe! But I still kinda meant about therapy, Sy.”

“Oh, right. Are you excited to finish up with your therapy patients at therapy today so I can pick you up from the therapy clinic and take you on our date?”

“Just because you say therapy 20 times doesn’t make it about therapy.” She laughed.

“Okay, I do have a question for you, since I’m here.”

“Shoot.” She encouraged.

He stood and held her face, taking it into a kiss so devastatingly and painfully tender, she could not process what to do next. She was leaning toward fainting. But then tackling him onto the mat again seemed an attractive option. She settled for placing her hands on his waist, ready to control the situation as need arose. But after a brief moment of slight deepening, he broke away, still holding her face in his large strong hands.

“Ahem. That’s a good question. Why don’t I have you a reply later this evening?”

“Sounds good to me, sunshine.” He grinned widely, and waved a quiet goodby to her.

She walked to the doorway of the small room to watch him walk out…his gait still uneven from his injury but improving enough that she could tell he once took very…confident strides. She could almost picture it. She sighed, forgetting herself for a moment until Anita came up behind her walking her elderly patient with a gait belt and front wheeled walker.

"Is that a bit of drool on your chin, Shane?" she said quietly, but still startling the younger therapist from her reverie.

"Oh, uh, hey." she checked her chin, absentmindedly, late in getting the joke, and rolled her eyes. "Funny, Nita. Do you need anything?"

"Nope, Gladys and I are just headed to the gym for a few minutes on the NuStep to round out her treatment." Nita grinned at Shane.

"Who was that handsome young man that just left, Shane?" Gladys asked her, as women of her…demographic tended to do.

"He's just one of our patient's Miss Gladys. But I can't tell you his name. It's against the privacy policy." She explained.

"Oh, okay. Well, if I was a few years younger, I'd let ya give him MY name…and my telephone number." she smirked with pride in herself. All three ladies giggled.

"I'm pretty sure he's spoken for, Gladys." Anita broke the news to her randy patient, smirking at her coworker.

"Shame! Well, that's one lucky young lady!" Gladys hobbled on with the walker as Anita cued her not to let the device get too far ahead of her feet. Shane was beet red from the whole interaction. At least she wouldn't have to wear blush tonight.

Her day finally finished, notes done, and final communications sent,  the most important (in her opinion, probably not her employer's) message of them all was next. The text to Sy that he could head toward the clinic to pick her up.

She touched up her eye makeup, applied another coat of mascara, and dabbed on some of her favorite lipstick in a deep red that complimented her skin tone. She also spritzed on a bit of her favorite Armani perfume before slipping on her dress and black ballet flats and sliding on a pair of simple hoop earrings. She'd had her hair pulled up all day in a clip, so it should be pleasantly wavy when she took it down…and with a bit of flipping, shaking out, and finger diffusing, it was.

She looked in the mirror. She was ready.

Was she ready? She examined herself in the full length mirror in the empty locker room at the clinic. The dress and the shoes suddenly seemed all wrong, both together and as individual pieces for the occasion. She looked great, it wasn't that…but…was it right for tonight? Should she cancel? Was she being ridiculous? Clearly she was, as she'd already sent the message telling Sy he could come get her. But the closer she got to being ready to go, the less ready she felt. Those butterflies were suddenly clawing at her esophagus, disrupting the bile in her stomach, and threatening to choke off her air supply. They were no longer pleasantly fluttering. She felt like she had a boot against her windpipe.

She was snapped out of the panic attack when she heard her phone go off. A message from Sy.

Your chariot, m'lady. Should I come in and get ya?

She grinned like a lunatic. How could she have considered calling tonight off?

Nay, m'lord, verily the gates be locked. I shall use the rear exit and meet thee around yonder forsooth.

Wow, you ran with that one. *laughing in tears emoji*

I have that tendency. Lol. *monocle wearing emoji*

She grabbed her bags, walked out the back door, and tossed the one that wasn't her purse into her vehicle, which was parked nearby and walked around to the front. He was standing on the sidewalk near that edge of the building.

The sun was just setting, and the light from it hit him so bewitchingly that it took away her breath. Not in the frightening way of the panic attack she'd just had, but in the nice way, like right before you surface from a deep dive and you know the sweet relief of oxygen is imminent. She assessed his ensemble with approval. Black books, sleek dark blue jeans, and a sapphire v-neck polo that even in the low light of near dusk made his blue eyes dance with vibrant intensity against his fading tan. His hair was starting to grow out ever so slightly, but it was still very close cropped. His beard, she could tell, had been finely groomed, combed, and styled. He looked…well, she'd never looked up the word "handsome" in the dictionary, but she imagined it would describe the image before her quite succinctly. And alternatively, Sy's image could be used as an illustration in the reference book, itself.

The best part, though, was the look on his face when he saw her.

She felt like he'd never properly looked at her, perhaps. Maybe he wasn't expecting a dress, or loose hair, or red lips. Or maybe it was a combo of the whole Date Shane package he was seeing before him. As his eyes beheld her, he almost looked confused. As if she was a stand-in. Or maybe an alien. Some body-snatcher. Only he wasn't frightened. She was having a hard time working out his expression as she'd really never seen it before, and particularly, never aimed in her direction. He said one word.

"Wow." It was reverent. Not a whisper. But barely a decibel above.

Again, her cheeks required no artificial pigmentation.

"Hey. You look…you certainly scrub up good, mister." she giggled nervously, feeling immensely awkward at her inability to properly compliment the chiseled image of Adonis before her. His every muscle hugged to perfection by the fabric covering it. How did you even begin to tell such perfection how perfect it was?

"You…Shane, I don't remember the last time I saw anyone look so beautiful." he frowned, as if trying to recall, then giving up with a smile, and leaning in to kiss her cheek. He lingered a moment to hug her, hold her as the day faded, breathe her in. She did the same. He was freshly showered and wearing cologne, as he often did, but it rarely hit her so solidly as it did tonight. She loved this scent. Woody, but earthy, with notes of bergamot, a kind of musky scent similar to amber, but more masculine, and something spicy that she loved. The combination exploded like an olfactory fireworks display.

The shirt was an unthinkably soft cotton (blended she thought perhaps with kitten, she could not stop touching it.) and the warmth of him radiated into her as his chest rose and fell over the course of his numerous breaths as they stood there holding each other and enjoying this feast for the senses.

"You ready for supper?" he asked, a faint but distinct rumble from his abdomen indicating that he most certainly was.

"Yes." she smiled up at him as he took her hand in his and led her to his truck. A Ford F150, the same sapphire blue as his shirt and his eyes. She was sensing a pattern, here. It wasn't the newest vehicle, but he had taken immaculate care of it. She felt shame for her own treatment of her Explorer, Bessie, which often functioned as storage shed, trash can, and sometimes, hotel, when she felt like a road trip on a shoestring budget. He walked her to the passenger side, opened the door for her, and helped her in, as the truck sat a bit higher than what she was used to.

"So, I have us a table saved at this great steakhouse just down the road. And then, it's supposed to be a nice night, I thought we could take a walk by the lake?"

It sounded perfect to her. Quiet and simple.

"Amazing. As long as your knee is up for a walk?"

"I've got all weekend to rest before getting tortured again." he smirked at her as he pulled the truck out of the parking lot and on the main road toward the interstate. "B'sides, who better to have with me if I start hurtin' than my PT?"

The emphasis he placed on the possessive pronoun, claiming her as HIS PT sent a delighted shiver through her that she blamed on the AC, which he promptly turned down.

He had his Spotify shuffling Kings of Leon at a low volume as they conversed lightly and pleasantly. Since it was an earlier model, even well equipped as it was, it wasn't quite ready for auxiliary or Bluetooth sound, so he'd bought one of those radio receivers that tune into an unused frequency and connect to your phone or iPod. She'd retrofitted her 2003 Ford Explorer in a similar fashion.

They were both caught a bit off guard when "Sex on Fire" came on, and tried valiantly to keep talking. But it was hard to hear anything but those lyrics. Singing of exhibitionism and dangerous sex acts that were definitely moving violations…and simply the sex being on fire. She was thankful, for once, that this song that she'd always found catchy without paying much attention to the actual lyrics, was now fading into the night as they pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant.

She remembered to wait for him to get the door for her, even though it had been ages since she'd been on a date or had any kind of romance whatsoever. He helped her down from her perch, giving her a gentlemanly moment to adjust her skirt before taking her hand and leading her into the building.

He opened the door and led her in by that lumbar lordosis that made everyone tremble and swoon. She was no exception just because she knew that part of your back was not actually called "the small" and she got perturbed when she heard it referred to as such.

"Welcome to Mark's, how can we help you?" the host greeted warmly.

"Reservation for Syverson." Sy piped up. She was used to being the voice in these situations. She was thankful not to have to for once. It was a small thing, but it was still nice.

"Right this way, folks." he grabbed two large menus, a mid sized one, and a small one, and led them to a cozy but still spacious two-top in a quiet corner of the dining area. The warm light was low and ambient, and there were real kerosene lamps on the tables, which she loved. It had the rustic ambiance of a cabin with all the refinement of any four+ star restaurant she'd ever been to. Not that she'd been to many.

"Here you are, the table you requested, and your menus. Have a look at them, and Katie will be out soon to answer questions and take your orders."

As he walked away, Sy pulled her chair out for her, and aided her sitting. His gentility was so refreshing to her, because it was so sincere and kind, and in no way oppressive or domineering, as some men seemed to use such gestures. Wielding them like a club rather than a feather. She was just used to seeing a certain side of him, teasing and silly as he was in therapy that this side of Captain Syverson, or as she may end up calling him one day, Logan, his given first name, if it pleased him, had taken her off guard.

"Nice place." she approved, looking around at he exposed beams of the ceiling and the iron and copper chandeliers and light fixtures on the wall. She also noticed quite curiously a copy of American Gothic by Grant Wood on one wall and The Kiss by Gustav Klimt on another. Such different styles to be displayed in one room. She really liked it though.

"It's one of my favorites. I try to come in every couple weeks or so." The fact that he liked steak on the regular was definitely a point in his favor. She loved it but rarely went out for it on her own. Eating out alone wasn't so bad, but it was hard to enjoy a steak dinner by one's self.

"What's your favorite cut?"

"Oh, I've tried most of them, and you can't go wrong." He assured her.

They had a crazy selection. Ribeyes, filets, sirloins, prime rib, all seasoned, smoked, topped and wrapped in every way you could imagine…it was like staring at the Netflix menu of steak. And much like she tended to do with Netflix, she relied on a classic favorite. After all, who goes for an obscure choice their first time at a new steak house?

"I'm keeping it simple and going for their prime rib and a baked potato."

"Ah, that's a perfect choice. We're getting some of their lobster mac and cheese to start, though. Unless you're allergic or something?" he added the disclaimer when he saw her eyes widen.

"Not at all, that sounds…"she was thinking "sexual," but decided instead on "heavenly."

Soon, Katie, a peppy, slender young redhead in black jeans she'd been poured into and a white T-shirt she had outgrown some time ago, descended upon their table with gusto.

"Howdy, I'm Katie and I get to take care of you fine folks this evening. What drinks and appetizers can I start y'all off with?"

Sy looked at Shane to prompt her to start.

"Sweet tea?" she half stated, half inquired. Katie nodded and jotted.

"Sure thing! Sir?" she thought her eyes sparkled when she looked at Sy…she couldn't blame her. But…she thought she could take her if she tried anything. She was certain there was a very sharp knife in the black napkin set-up at her right hand.

"Same for me, Katie. And we are also gonna need an order of your lobster mac to start and a bottle of your house cab."

"Fantastic. I'll be right back with the teas and wine after I put in for the lobster mac for ya, and then I'll take your meal order." she smiled brightly. Sy looked at Shane, though, as he replied "Wonderful."

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Her instincts about the lobster mac and cheese had been spot on. She couldn’t contain her yummy noises of enjoyment which amused Sy to no end. She couldn’t imagine the steak any better.

About that, she had been completely wrong. It was so succulent, tender, and flavorful, she debated on whether or not the provided au jus and horseradish were even needed. They were also too good to resist, though.

Her potato, twice baked to the perfect tenderness had a salt brined skin, and a garlicky butter that just sung with the sour cream and chives. She was in food heaven, and even if that meant she was dead, it was fine.

He’d ordered the same entrée as she had, but took his baked potato…a bit differently.

“You don’t like sour cream?” She asked, nonplussed.

“Nah, I mean, I can eat it, but…it feels weird in my mouth. I prefer the au jus and butter, instead. It’s much more tasty.” He said, waggling his eyebrows.

“I guess I’ll take your word for it.” She laughed.

“You’re welcome to try mine when I get it all doctored you how I like it!”

She did, right from his fork. And he was right about it being so flavorful, but she preferred the mild, creamier texture of her own side with the savory notes of her steak.

They ate and enjoyed each other’s company and conversation.

“Ya know, Sy, I totally had you pegged as a beer man, instead of a wine guy.” She said, as she brought her own glass of the deep red liquid to her mouth and nose, inhaling the bouquet before she took her sip.

“Normally, you’d be right. With a burger, pizza, sometimes tacos or what not, definitely. But I can’t do beer with steak. It’s gotta be wine. Red. And full-bodied.” He held her gaze as he drank from his own glass. Why did he have to look at her like that when he said those kinds of words? Her cheeks were warm from more than the booze.

For desert, they shared a decadent marbled brownie/blondie a la mode. He’d had the idea to slide his chair so he was sharing a corner of the table with her, rather than looking across it at her. Purely so they didn’t have to keep sliding the dessert…not so their knees would brush against one another now and then, or so they could feel the heat radiating from one another’s bodies…but actually, exactly for those reasons.

“Last bite is to you, Sy.” She set her fork down, full to bursting.

“Are you kiddin’? My mama’d tan my hide if she knew I took the last bite from my date.”

“You’re being gallant, actually! Rescuing me from a certain belly ache.” She patted her small but slightly rounded tummy. She did like her food, and was no gym rat, after all. He didn't seemed to mind. Yet.

“How 'bout we share the last bite?” He suggested.

“Technically that’s not physically possible. Becau…”

He interrupted what was going to be an intellectual explanation of why no matter how small you cut up a bite, the remaining bit was still technically one bite, and couldn’t be shared.

“No. Shh. I know you’re smart. You got nothin’ to prove here. I’m gonna cut what’s left in half until I get a bite you’re willing to take. Okay?” She nodded.

He only had to take the fork to it twice before she conceded, also letting him feed her, feigning paralysis from the food coma. She held the fork tightly between her lips, making him work to pull it from her mouth. She looked innocent, but she was an intentional little shit.

“You're so cute when you eat.”

“Said no one ever!” She held her hand over her face.

“You are, though. You enjoy the food. Experience it. It’s like you’re…getting a story from it, or something. Like it’s…almost like it’s entertaining you, I don’t know. It’s just…beautiful.” He leaned his elbow onto the table, supporting his head in his hand as he looked at her.

"Well, sometimes I think I like food a little TOO much for my own good." she lamented, reaching for the cabernet only to have it snatched by her date. He uncorked it and dispensed a generous pour for her, and topped off his own glass, killing the bottle.

"No such thing. Like I said about the wine, full bodied is the way to go. Nothin' wrong with a little cushion." he winked at her. She could not resist finishing a rhyme she'd always heard about the desirability of curvy girls…for the pushin,' and hoped the flush in her cheeks from the wine was enough to disguise the deepening color from the current blush she was feeling thinking of Sy…pushin' her cushions…but something tipped him off to her distraction.

"What's on yer mind, sunshine?"

"I'm wondering if you're prepared to carry me on this walk we're planning, actually." It was possible to think more than one thing, after all. "I don't know how I'll ever even walk again."

"Ah, give it fifteen minutes. Finish up your sweet tea, and by the time we're done with our walk, you'll want an ice cream cone."

"Ha, doubtful." But she was ashamed to admit, ice cream already didn't sound bad. Vanilla…maybe pistachio….no, coffee! In a waffle cone…with fudge drizzle…and almonds…maybe she had a problem.

"You ready to go?" he asked.

She nodded. He flagged down Katie and gave her cash, and what one might call a benevolent tip. They left the warm steakhouse, and entered the breezy late summer evening, the humid air seeming thick with promises.

Up Next: Chapter Six-Sensory Integration 2

[thebibliomancer]

Essential Avengers: Avengers #149: The Gods and the Gang!

July, 1976

So apparently today they’re going to be fighting a giant whale man with a really silly cowl.

Like. I get the idea they were going for but having teeth all around your face makes you look more like a cartoon leech than a whale.

Also? I know that blue can substitute for black in comics. But light blue doesn’t give that impression. So this blue man is pretty much exactly wrongly dressed to be a killer whale man.

Also I think Iron Man lost his nose.

Last time: The Avengers investigated Brand Corporation, got sent to the Squadron Supreme world, beat them up, pointed out that maybe letting corporations run the government is bad and then transported back to the good ol’ 616. Also, Moondragon made Thor angry by accusing him of slumming with the Avengers.

So we start off This Time by having a split screen showing what the two groups of Avengers are up to.

Thor and Moondragon are returning from the Old and Current Wests. And the other Avengers and guests (Iron Man, Captain America, Hellcat, Scarlet Witch, Beast, and the Vision) are returning from another universe with a souvenir: an evil and gaudy serpent themed hat.

Also, Thor and Moondragon are still arguing. Except now they’re in the part of the argument where they’re arguing about arguing.

And another Jarvis appearance. Hi Jarvis!

He’s just so relieved to see the two of them back. All of the Avengers have been gone so long. And Cap’s group was only going to Long Island.

Thor goes to investigate and Moondragon invites herself along, with Thor’s only request being no more prattle.

Of course, Thor doesn’t expect they’re in much trouble. He’s sure Jarvis is just being a worrywort.

Hah.

Love it.

So. The Avengers are fighting a big army of identical mooks in identical jumpsuits. That’s how you know its a real comicbook.

It is, in fact, the very private army Cap had been investigating.

Also, and equally important, Hellcat is having the time of her life, kicking people in the throat and cracking wise.

And Vision does the thing where he lets a dude break his knuckles on his diamond face. It is great.

Although Roxxon President Hugh Jones and the ex-Mr. Patsy Walker Buzz Baxter disagree.

They had thought the Avengers were handled forever by dumping them into the Squadron Supreme’s universe. But now they’re in their base, punching their dudes. Whats the deal?

Hugh Jones, Roxxon President, tells Buzz Baxter to prepare THE SECRET WEAPON but then goes to psychically skype with ex-President Rockefeller.

Yup. Former. No longer actively presidential.

After Beast’s amazing cosplay ruse, the Squadron Supreme had their eyes opened to the illegal set-up the corporations arranged with the government and called a press conference on national television and denounced it.

Now there’s rioting in the streets and Rockefeller never bothered to put back on his suit. Its probably coated with blue hairs.

Hugh Jones, you know, the Roxxon President?, realizes that the Avengers are more dangerous than he thought. Now he definitely realizes he needs to RELEASE THE SECRET WEAPON, even if he had prayed it would never be loosed.

I don’t know why they’re beating around the bush with this. We all know its a whale man. I also don’t know why Hugh Jones (Roxxon President) is acting all ‘oh no not the secret weapon’ since it seems perfectly controllable and with no negative repercussions for him.

Anyway, the Avengers are still fighting Roxxon’s private army.

They bring out tanks, Scarlet Witch makes the wall collapse on the tanks.

But as the Avengers abscond, Cap spots a shadow and tries to warn the others. BUT TO NO AVAIL.

A mysterious blue arm lays out all six heroes in one blow with a P-VAMM!

Again. No real mystery here. You printed the whale man right on the cover.

Although killer whales aren’t even whales. And this guy is neither. He’s just a large blue man in a silly onesie.

But lets pretend there’s a mystery a little longer.

Hugh Jones gloats about the success of the SECRET WEAPON, saying that it was a mistake to try to fight clowns with other clowns when they should have released their big gun from the start.

And now to dispose of the Avengers in the most painful and untraceable way.

Hugh Jones is the Roxxon President, btw.

BLAM!

MIGHTY THOR WOULD HAVE WORDS WITH THEE!

So Hugh Jones calls out Weapon-One again. And finally, pointlessly, we get the big reveal.

Weapon-One and Roxxon’s SECRET WEAPON was ORKA, THE HUMAN KILLER WHALER!

Except he’s not a killer whale, he’s not a whale, and he’s not even human, since he’s Atlantean.

You’re just a big misnomer, Orka.

Hugh Jones peaces out, telling Orka to bring him the pieces when he’s finished.

Thor throws mighty Mjolnir and though it FOOM!s but mightily, it does not put down the not-whale man.

Because after the Serpent Crown called Orka from the sea to join Brand, their technology enhanced him. His height, the thickness of his blubber, and even his strength has increased three-fold. So he barely felt Mjolnir or Thor punching him in the calf.

Moondragon immediately realizes the obvious flaw. Dude doesn’t have much in the way of psychic defense. So she blasts his brain with a brain blast, incapacitating him with pain.

See, you’re not fighting the average human warrior, Orka. You face two gods now.

Thor: “Zounds! The woman is unsufferably overbearing! When we do select new Avengers, I, for one, shall say her nay!”

And then he insists that he be allowed to battle the giant blue man fairly. Because clearly using a hammer is fair but using PSYCHIC POWERS is not.

Moondragon instantly points out that Thor is being a hypocrite. Also, what are you, a shonen? A bad guy has your friends kidnapped and you want a fair fight with the giant mook?

Also, she calls him insufferable. And since she’s psychic, I can’t help but headcanon that she read his mind on the quoted line and quibbled with his word choice.

And then a bad happens. Orka is actually so dumb that there’s not much brain to blast.

So when he realizes that the pain won’t get any worse, he finds new resolve and punches Moondragon with his giant ham fist.

I’m not actually sure if that’s how psychic powers work actually. Does Jean Grey ever have these problems?

Thor is alarmed that Moondragon has been brought down but he’s sure that she’ll be up any second to bedevil him with her delusions of superiority and... any second now? Moondragon??

K-KRAM!

Meanwhile, Hugh Jones and Buzz Baxter have changed into silly matching jumpsuits. I guess they’re science suits because they’re messing with an electro-incinerogram machine.

One flick of a switch and there won’t even be ashes left of the Avengers. Clearly this complicated machine where people have to be strapped into a very specific way is the ultimate solution to enemies and half the world wants to buy one from Brand/Roxxon.

Clearly.

For when bullets are too efficient, you can always rely on an electro-incinerogram.

Also, Hugh Jones says something truly special.

Hugh Jones: “They’re really mixing it up out there, Baxter! But even a god has his limits -- while a corporation doesn’t!”

Man. That crown. Did a number on Hugh Jones’ perception of reality.

Anyway. Between the two of them, Hugh Jones is also the one clutching the Villain Ball hard. Instead of killing the Avengers now, he wants to wait to see how the fight turns out.

Which would be one thing if he’s hedging his bets in case Thor wins and he needs leverage. But when Thor wins he decides to electroincinerate the Avengers anyway. So, yeah, I dunno.

Meanwhile, Buzz Baxter wants to zap them right away. Even and especially his wife, Patsy Walker, Hellcat. Because she divorced him.

Geez, guy.

Meanwhile, back at the fight, Thor hits Orka so hard that the guy launches through the roof of Brand. Phyliss and Ben Green must be so alarmed right now.

Anyway, Orka gloats that despite being punched through walls and roofs, he’s barely scathed. The days of being bested by Namor are over. He’s truly invincible and people of Thor’s size must always fall to him, despite pretensions of divinity.

Thor decides that maybe people from the ocean’s depths haven’t learned about the GOD OF THUNDER.

And suddenly it’s storming.

And Mjolnir is whirling. And Thor is sharing. A big ol’ ZOT! of lightning. And the music was not soothing.

Orka is blasted right off the roof.

And now it is Thor’s own time for a badass boast.

Thor: “Not all of those my size be humans, Orka! Thor is one of the immortals from far-off fabled Asgard -- and most unlike Prince Namor or any other!”

And while smashing the crap out of Orka, Thor realizes faintly that he is saying the very things Moondragon was trying to convince him of. That he is far, far more than the other mortal Avengers.

But he’s got that viking berserker rage going on so he doesn’t let it interrupt him.

Meanwhile, Buzz Baxter has an opportunity to have a human moment when he looks at the unconscious Patsy/Hellcat and muses on their history together.

Instead, he calls her a dumb broad that never grew up or really got out of Centerville. And now he’s a big wheel in the world’s largest conglomerate and she’s about to die. And he can’t say he’s sorry because she chose to leave him.

So he failed that opportunity. But he has another, more different opportunity. To get his ass kicked.

Hellcat woke up at some point during Buzz Baxter’s Evil Villain speech, broke her bindings, and tackled him.

Buzz Baxter does okay for a bit. Kicks her with a PLUNT! which I have to wonder if its a very tasteless visual gag.

But she kicks his face (all that recent practice came in handy!) and gives him the business.

Buzz Baxter: “You’ve got guts, Pat! That’s what I always liked about you! But you haven’t got the sense of a goose! Orka may have slipped up on you -- but you shouldn’t have given me a chance --”

Hellcat: “To do what? To sink any lower than you already have? I loved you, Buzz! You were the only boy I ever wanted! I married you! I took care of you!”

Buzz Baxter: “All right! All right! Peddle it to Mary Hartman! So you’ve got a broken heart and a super-suit! So what?”

Hellcat: “So free my friends, lover-boy -- or I’ll scratch your eyes out!”

Nice.

Also: Broken Heart and a Super-Suit sounds like it should be the name of something. Like... a superhero romcom or something. Iunno.

Meanwhile:

Thor: “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA” BOM!

Thor finishes off Orka.

The giant Atlantean could take a lot of abuse but “not the full, unfettered force -- of a god!”

And then Moondragon pops back up. She wasn’t unconscious the whole time. She was actually playing possum. So that Thor would see things her way. She realized she had to let him see for himself that he was the equal of all of his fellow Avengers, what with soloing the dude that took out the whole team in a punch.

Thor doesn’t look too happy at that.

But do you know who else isn’t happy with how things shook out? Hugh Jones, Roxxon President.

He yells at Buzz Baxter to fry the Avengers and runs down to check on him when he doesn’t answer.

Except, womp womp, the Avengers have been freed. And they are very disappointed in him.

No but they honestly do have that sort of ‘we’re not mad, we’re just disappointed’ look to them. Except Vision. He always looks livid. And Beast, who looks quite puckish.

So that’s two presidents that the Avengers dethroned today. Not bad.

Epilogue: Beast checks on how Patsy is holding up after she kicked the crap out of her ex-husband. Regrets, she has a few. With what happened between them. But she doesn’t regret paying him back for what he did to her and their marriage or forcing him to free the Avengers, obviously. But, y’know, emotions are complicated and sometimes don’t make sense.

Meanwhile, Captain America asks the leading question that doesn’t really make much sense but has to be asked. Gee, Thor, why couldn’t you beat Orka until that last punch? Asks Captain America, who I guess never fought a guy he had to wear down.

Thor explains a thing. A thing that is very important for people that like to pointlessly and pedantically debate power levels on the internet.

See, Thor is the god of thunder. He’s pretty mighty. Says so on the cover of his book. And he’s also not so introspective. So it wasn’t until now that he realized how much he’s been limiting himself to battle alongside and against mortals.

If he hadn’t withheld his full might, he would have splattered a lot of the people he fought. But he has to admit that part of it was also to avoid humbling his friends, the Avengers, he came to act as less than he was.

Thor: “To thrill to the thunder of battle, I forgot I am the god thereof!”

Iron Man reflects. This all began when the Avengers began looking for a new roster. Who would have thought there would be so many epiphanies and shit along the way.

So they head back to Avengers mansion after a very long day and change. Its time to select that new roster.

So that ends the longish Brand Corporation/Squadron Supreme/Also Kang Is In The Old West Whaaaaaaaaaat?? storyarc.

Trying to do both stories gave parts weird pacing and I wasn’t fond of seeing Kang so soon again but I see that it was necessary-ish. Kang started as a threat so dangerous that he took out the whole team, Thor included. And only the assistance of the Teen Brigade (bleh) saved them. And then over further appearances, things progressed to the point where Thor by himself soloed the conqueror. Not only soloed him but was so beefy that Kang killed himself trying to beat him.

Its like Broke Your Arm Punching Cthulhu except with a villain and the action was entirely ineffectual.

That’s Thor. He blew a man up just by tanking super hard.

And it also kind of rainbow bridges the gap between Thor’s adventures in Asgard where he fights gods and his adventures on Midgard where he... doesn’t.

So, what does this all mean for the Avengers? Well, that unfolds over the next two issues: #150-151. And I’m going to try to do them both in one post. Because #150 is mostly rerun. I’d feel bad about posting a tardy post and a post where halfway through I just link to my Avengers #16 post and give up.

So next time: The Old Order Changeth:: Again.

[andyl394]

REQUESTED - Sick

Request: Hi gorgeous! Can I have a Steve/Fem!Reader where she's his girlfriend he realises something is happening to her from small details(like...Skin and hair colour fading,a strange way to approach food.),and the little things grow to big things when she moves in with him (she's a lot skinnier than what seems healthy,faints constantly,never eats with him,hits gym more than necessary...) 'til he find out she's anorexic and decided to help her? But can you do it without the whole pity party angst?Without the"I'm ugly and I want to be beautiful"line that is in every F one of the stories with this theme,but with reader being a model(that's how they met)and living under pressure to be 'perfect' to the media and to Steve?I think of something in the lines of wanting to be in control and LOOK like she's in control of her life.You could end with him convincing her of finding help,no unrealistic accepting herself for him. Thanks, love. - @becaamm

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Anorexic!Reader

Word Count: 3,152

Warning: Fluff(?), Cursing, EATING DISORDERS TRIGGER WARNING, Angst. 

(A/N): FINALLY! RIGHT, BECA? I’m so sorry it took me this long, but since I’ve only had been on Steve’s side of the story, it was kind of hard for me to write this and I might (I did) have messed everything up, but oh well. BTW, EVERY INFORMATION AND ETC WAS TAKEN FROM INTERNET SO PARDON ME IF SOMETHING IS WRONG OR UN-REAL

MASTERLIST

You started as a model when you were a teenager, it started with small jobs at local clothes shops until one day, you were able to make a name to yourself and be called to more important and big jobs.

It was in one of those ‘big jobs’ – your first one, actually – that you met him, Steve Rogers.

You were a model at Stark’s new line of clothes, he decided to start it, since – in his own words – he was bored of designing and making almost the same things, besides, of course, the fact that all the money gathered was going to charity.

Being the awkward person you were, you stood on the corners of the afterwards party, trying to avoid all the drunk people in there and just chill after having to walk on gigantic high heels and weird clothes. But being a model did have its down sides, one of them being that just because you were a ‘public figure’ people thought they had the right to touch you without your consent.

That was when your knight in shining armor – or black tuxedo – went to rescue you from some jerk, his hands wrapping your waist while glaring at the idiot you had been trying to push away from you.

“Is he bothering you, love?” The men didn’t took long to realize that the blond was Captain America, and surely he didn’t want to mess with a hero, so he just backed away. “Are you okay, ma’am?” He asked, standing in front of you with concerned eyes.

You sighed in relief when you smiled at Steve, nodding with your head and extending your hand in front of you.

“Call me Y/N. How can I pay you for helping me with that idiot?” Steve smiled down at you and from that moment, you knew.

You were going to love that man forever.

“Babe, you’re going already?” Steve whined, watching you move around the apartment you two shared with your cellphone in one hand and a cup of sugarless tea in the other while searching for the keys of your car.

“Sorry, love. Mark scheduled a meeting with that magazine we were talking about, they want a new face for the brand of clothes coming out and apparently, I’m perfect for the job.”

“But you haven’t eaten your breakfast yet.” He mumbled; a little upset that you were skipping the meals once again.

Stopping on your track, you turned to him, your face soften at the sight of his pout.

You couldn’t blame him for worrying about you, even though your mind screamed that he didn’t have to, since you had everything under absolute control.

“I promise I’ll eat something on the way there and that I’ll make it up to you, okay?” Wrapping your arms around his neck after putting down the tea, you kissed him softly, feeling his hands on your lower back, pulling you even closer to him.

Even with your promise, that horrible feeling didn’t leave his chest.

You two had been together for 6 years now, you supported each other no matter what.

He supported you also wanting to start a career as an actress.

You supported him wanting to quit the Avengers and only wanting to be a normal guy.

Steve would be at home, taking care of everything with the puppies, sometimes hanging out with the Avengers, learning new things, while you were at work or travelling.

Occasionally he would still attend to some missions at the Avengers, when it was something that threatened the world, countries or universe(s).

“But I have to go now, I love you, okay?” He smiled, nodding with his head and kissing you once more. “Bye, Steve. Bye, Bucky!” Yelling, you heard a muffled ‘bye’ at one of the rooms, making you giggle and run to the exit after Steve handing you the keys – they were in the fridge, next to the milk –, you patted your dogs and got out of the apartment.

Steve stood in his place for some minutes until Bucky took a sit in the kitchen’s counter.

“Is she alright?” He asked quietly, taking a sip of the coffee that Steve placed in front of him, turning to the oven to cook a mountain of eggs and bacon.

“I don’t know… She seems skinnier than it should be healthy.” Frowning his brows, he tried to remember a week were you ate with him.

Steve would always see you taking those damn teas the hated so much, but he couldn’t have a say on how you lived your life.

That was the number one topic that caused arguing, since you would always say that just because he was ‘Mr. Perfect’ that didn’t meant that he should try to turn you into one too.

“I heard her throwing up last night.” Bucky commented, looking at the pictures that were hanging in the wall of you and his best friend. “I don’t know, pal. There is something going on with her.” Steve nodded with his head, settling the food down on the kitchen’s island.

“I know… She’s just… I just feel so powerless. I know that there’s something wrong, but I feel like I can’t do nothing about it! She always kisses me good morning but I feel her drafting away from me. She’s always anxious, tired and even a little bit paranoid…”

“Not talking about her looks, also.” Steve narrowed his eyes at Bucky, watching him eat his food as if he just hadn’t insulted you.

“What was that supposed to mean?” He looked up, swallowing quick before denying with his head.

“Not what you were thinking! I’m just talking about her looking more pale and that her hair is falling a lot.”

“I know… Any idea of what she might have?” Steve went pale, euphoria filling his chest “You think she’s pregnant?” Bucky chuckled, denying with his head

“I’m pretty sure that when a dame gets pregnant, those things don’t happen.” The two of them stood in silence until Steve grabbed his phone and called the person he knew would know what was wrong with his girl.

“Say that again?” Natasha sighed, taking a sit in front of both men. They seemed unaware of what she was talking about.

“Anorexic. Y/N is Anorexic. It doesn’t surprises me, since she’s dating Captain America and her career is based on her looks.” Steve frowned his brows at the commentary; he didn’t understand what she was saying. “That explains all of the things you two described. She needs help, Steve.”

“But she’s so good in separating what is good and what is bad, how does she still do that when it’s clear that it is affecting her life?”

“Sometimes they don’t know, Bucky. It’s not something you choose to do, it happens. The pressure to be perfect to the media, all of everything she has to endure for being Steve’s long-term girlfriend-”

“How is that my fault?” Natasha’s speech was cutted by Steve’s harsh hiss.

“It’s not. The fault is on your public image. For god’s sake! She’s almost marrying The Captain America, you don’t read gossip sites and magazines, do you? Even though you are the center, everything goes to her. How she looks, how she should react, say, act. Everything is on Y/N.”

“I don’t understand, Nat… Why?”

“Because we live in a misogynic and sexist shitty world, Cap.”

“Okay, uh… How do I help her?” Natasha denied with her head.

“You don’t do anything. She needs professional help, the only thing you have to do is to stay by her side and convince her that she needs help.”

“Natasha?” You called her as you entered your apartment and saw her getting up. “Hey! How are you doing?” Putting down the new clothes that were handed to you as a gift, you smiled tiredly at her.

“I’m good, I actually came to get Bucky on a lunch-date, didn’t I, sweet cheeks?” Laughing lightly at your friend’s blushed cheeks, you saw him head out with Natasha. “See you around, Y/N.” You couldn’t help but to feel a bad tickle on your stomach with her gaze, as if she knew something that you didn’t.

But, well, she was the Black Widow, anyway.

“Well, I see that they are finally admitting the feeling they have for each other.”

“Yeah, I guess so…” You looked up at Steve, noticing his tense figure as you took off the things you needed from your bag.

“What’s up with that face?” Chuckling nervously, you got closer to him, raising one hand to touch his face, stroking the middle of his frowning brows.

“We need to talk.” You gulped loudly at his mumble, nodding with your head and following him to the couch, your heart pounding like crazy with the horrible thoughts running through your mind. “You need to know, is not-”

“Oh my god, you’re breaking up with me?!” Steve frowned his brows at your yell before laughing loudly, your scared face stopping him.

“Of course not, I would never. I love you too much to do it… That’s the reason I want to have this conversation.” Sighing in relief, you kept quiet, awaiting for him to start whatever he wanted to talk. “I noticed some… Somethings about you in these lasts years we are together; I could never put a finger in what exactly was until I talked with Natasha, today.”

“Okay… And what is it?” Staring at you, he took a deep breath before saying with caution:

“You’re sick.” It was now your time to stare at him, was it something you didn’t notice?

“Uhm… I’m not? Because I’m actually feeling ok… Do you think I have some kind of disease?”

“Yeah, anorexia, babe.” Steve was expecting everything.

He was expecting for you to cry, to hit him, yell at him, run away, but he definitely wasn’t expecting for you to laugh.

“It’s not anorexia, you silly! I just have a balanced meal.” He was shocked, were you serious?

“It’s not a balanced meal if there is no meal at all, Y/N!” Scoffing, you got up, starting to walk around the space.

“You’re doing that thing again, you know. That one where you think you have any source of control over how I live my life.” Steve groaned, just because he expected the argue didn’t make it any less distasteful.

“You know is not like that, Nat told me-”

“Nat, Nat, Nat. Yeah, Captain, keep talking about how you hear from other people that I’m sick. Go on, continue.”

“Y/N! It’s a disease! You not even knowing that there is something wrong with you, shows that there is!” You stopped on your track to glare at him, those words painfully sinking in.

Steve thinks that there’s something wrong with you.

“So, what is wrong with me, huh? I’m not perfect enough for The Captain America, here? Is that what you’re saying, Rogers? You’re trying to tell me that every effort I make to go through the day is not enough for you?”  

“You know I didn’t say that.” He sighed, rubbing his face and trying to ease the headache that always appeared when you two had a discussion.

“Do I?” The challenge was there, something you would always do when you wanted to change the focus and subject.

“I’m not doing this with you, Y/N.” Steve got slowly close to you, afraid you would run away, you sighed when he caressed your cheek. “I care about you, you are beautiful the way you are, there is no need to go through this just to try to reach an un-existing point of perfection.” And the anger was back on you, backing away and feeling your eyes burn in tears of frustration, you laughed humorless.

“You think I skip eating breakfast with the men I love more than anything, because I want to be prettier?!” Kicking the couch to release more the bad feeling, you turned your back at him, continuing to yell: “I don’t drink that tasteless fucking tea to be skinny, you little fuck!”

“Then why?!” He finally screamed; Steve himself was feeling frustrated, seeing you breakdown and release all the pain you’ve been carrying for so long.

“I DON’T KNOW!” You took a deep breath, the sudden feeling of dizziness making you stumble back.

The floor seemed to be turning; you started to shiver when your mouth went dry. Before you could fall directly into the floor, Steve was there, catching you with a worried and desperate look in his eyes.

It was the last thing you saw before everything went black.

Great.

“She’s out of risk, but she’ll sleep for a while. Don’t worry, Steve.” You could distinct some voices, when you heard Bruce’s voice, you realized that you were at the Avengers’ tower, probably in the nursery. The one you spent a lot of time waiting for Steve to get better when he was back from missions.

With that thought, you draft back to sleep; you were so tired that you weren’t even able to groan at Steve to “get his cute little ass over there and hold your damn hand”, but as if he could hear your thoughts, he got a hold on your hand and kissed your fingers lovingly.

“I love you, my little stubborn.” The ends of your lips curled upwards into an involuntary reaction at his words, making him chuckle lightly and kiss your knuckles once again.

You woke up hours later; Steve had his head lying next to your hip and his fingers were tangled into yours, the smile coming out of you as you caressed his hair, bringing his hand to your lips.

“I love you, my little Mr. Perfect.” He plopped his head up, yawning and stretching before grabbing the control with a red button that warned one of the nurses that you were awake.

“How are you feeling?” Your boyfriend asked after sitting by your side, hugging you and swinging gently to one side to another.

“Like someone who fainted…” He laughed at your mumble, denying with his head and kissing your hair.

 There was some minutes of silence; you noticed that he didn’t press the button yet, so you waited for him to talk.

“You know I love you, and yeah, I might go all ‘Captain’ on you, sometimes… So I’m asking now as your almost-fiancé, why?”

“Almost?” You cocked your brow at him, causing him to giggle.

“Y/N, answer, please.”

“I don’t know, love.” Sighing, you rested your head on his chest, adjusting yourself so you could be lied on your side “Maybe to have control of something… I can’t control what people say or think of me, I can’t control my chances of rejections, I can’t even control myself! But what I eat, how I looked… I thought I could control that, but apparently, I was wrong.” When the tears ran down your cheeks, you huffed in annoyance before wiping them angrily “Look at this, I can’t even control my damn lacrimal ducts.”

“Nobody can, life.” Sighing once again, you felt him pep kisses along your forehead and hair.

“Did you talk to Bruce, yet?”

“I want this to be a choice of yours.” Staring into his blue and sincere eyes, you cracked a smile, leaning forward to kiss him, trying to send all the love you had into that one kiss.

“I love you so fucking much, Steve Rogers.”

“I HATE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH, STEVE ROGERS!” You screamed at your husband, his face was pale and he simply yelled back, too scared to be able to form any phrase. “IF YOU EVER DO THIS TO ME AGAIN, I’LL KILL YOU!”

“Hey, hey, breathe in, breathe out.” Bruce asked calmly, making you groan in pain at him.

“Easy said than done! You’re not the one that is having a fucking small human being squeezed out of your vagina, Bruce!” He chuckled, denying with his head.

“I was talking to Steve. You’re going to faint, Captain.”

“Gimme’ your fucking hand, Steve.” Growling, you reached to the men of your life, wanting support and he was quick to give it to you.

“C’mon, love, let me have my little princess.” It was more than 5 hours in labor, but your little girl finally came out of you, and seeing your husband with teary eyes and a tiny little thing wrapped in a blanked on his big arms, you told yourself that it was worth all the pain.

It had made 3 years ever since you started your fight against anorexia, it was hard at the start, but Steve, Bucky, Natasha, Sam, Bruce and Wanda were there to help you go through everything, and some months later, you finally asked Steve to marry you. After two years of paradise, you thought it was finally time to move even more forward after you were finally ‘cured’.

You gave a little stop on the modeling and focused more on acting and recuperating yourself, Steve was some years away from finishing his law school and you would always tease him that ‘he left the justice, but the justice didn’t left him’.

Obviously, you supported his decision of getting a degree, especially because you knew it was something he loved.

“What’s your name, huh, my love?” Steve moved closer to you while talking, placing your beautiful daughter into your arms.

“Her name is Peggy.” He looked shocked at your direction, but you had your eyes on little Peggy.

“Are you sure, Y/N?” Smiling widely at him, you grabbed his hand, kissing his ring.

“She was an important part of your life, Steve. Your first love, an incredible and badass women that went through tough things to prove her point in a world where the men ruled. She deserves at least this, doesn’t she?” The tears ran down Steve’s cheeks as he kissed you.

“Wow, easy there, tiger! You just had one baby, wait a little bit before having another.” The moment was broken by all the Avengers entering the room; you laughed at Bucky’s comment.

“Shut up and come meet your niece and goddaughter, dummy.”  He smiled widely, eyes shinning as he ran next to the bed, not controlling a squeal when he saw your baby.

“She’s so tiny! Nat, look at it!” Natasha laughed at her boyfriend behavior.

“It, Bucky?”

“That’s right, Godmother, put that dumbass on his place!” You laughed, her eyes snapped at you in surprise and Natasha cracked a smile, slowly getting closer to the baby on Bucky’s arms, getting her so gently and lovingly that you swore you heard your baby girl sigh.

“We get the next one!” Sam and Wanda said at the same, making you look at them terrified.

“There will be another one?!” Steve chuckled, kissing your forehead, sighing in content and happiness as he watched all the Avengers cooing over your daughter.

“Thank you, life.”

“No, thank you.” 

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