Begging for dad Joaquin with a new baby 🥹 imagine how obsessed with that kiddo he’d be!!
STOP the way Joaquin would be absolutely smitten with his baby?? He’d be the most doting, soft dad ever.
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This can be read as a standalone, but In Every Little Moment also works as part 2 to this imagine.
The Smallest Piece of Heaven
Joaquin Torres is a very emotional person, and you love that part about him. While most of the guys you've ever dated couldn't bear to show any emotions—because "apparently that's not what guys do"—for Joaquin, showing his emotions shows you how much he cares. And that man cares about everything. So truly, you shouldn't be surprised when he not only lets out a few tears—but full, silent, overwhelming sobs—as he stares down at the tiny, blinking human in his arms.
Your baby boy.
You gave birth in the SHIELD-issue hospital, which went as smoothly as you'd hoped. The thought of giving birth scared you, but meeting the tiny person you created excited you. And under SHIELD's care, everything went perfectly. They took care of you, made sure you were well looked after, and treated you as their first priority. While you hesitated to give birth in that place, Dr. Banner made sure that you were in good hands—and this is one of the most advanced hospitals with its doctors that you could be in.
Joaquin’s hands tremble slightly, cradling the life you both created together, and he presses a soft kiss to the baby's forehead like he's holding a piece of heaven.
“He’s so small,” he whispers, like speaking louder might shatter the moment.
You're barely awake, but watching him with your baby, you can barely keep it together. This man who's flown into battle with metal wings on his back, who faces danger and stood toe-to-toe with villains with a brave smile—now absolutely wrecked by a seven-pound tiny human with sleepy eyes.
And in this moment, you know that your son became his entire world—just like you did.
There is no doubt in you that he wouldn't do anything for the two of you, and somehow that thought scares you, because you know how Joaquin becomes once someone dear to him is in danger. He would protect you two, even if it means giving up himself. That man is the bravest person in this world, and you wouldn't change a thing about him.
He hums lullabies in Spanish, just like his mother did for him when he was younger. He rocks your baby boy to sleep, even when your baby's already out cold. He insists on carrying him everywhere, even if it's just from the nursery to the living room. Joaquin is already obsessed with him, and you didn't think it would be any other way.
While you were pregnant, he was by your side every given moment. You didn't have to do any work as long as he was there. The only thing he talked about was the baby—the excitement in his voice brought you to tears. This man, the love of your life, is not only the good husband you always wished for but a caring father.
Even now, Joaquin narrates everything—making bottles, changing diapers, folding laundry. You don't even have to lift a finger; that man observes everything. And don't even get him started on the baby's little noises. He already made a folder under "Little Wing" on his phone for all the videos, voice memos…
When Sam Wilson visits you after a few hours—when you're well rested and the baby is stable enough that they don't have to do any more checkups—he brings flowers for you as well as a teddy bear for the little guy.
You're so grateful that Joaquin is in good hands. Sam is not only his colleague but also became family over the years—and that has nothing to do with the fact that he introduced the two of you. But Sam likes to praise himself and tell everyone that with his help, you two got together.
You hold your baby boy as you watch Joaquin show Sam his folder. He is very proud of that.
“Look at him, man,” he says, shoving his phone in Sam’s face. “Did you hear that laugh? That was me! I did the airplane arms, and he lost it!”
It’s the first laughter from your boy after just a few hours of being on this earth. He already has his daddy wrapped around his finger—as expected. You can hear and see the joy on Joaquin's face. You wouldn't give up anything for this moment. All you want to do is relive everything with Joaquin over and over again.
“You’ve gotten soft, Torres,” Sam only teases him.
“Damn right I have,” Joaquin says proudly.
As he looks at you, you know he would give up anything just so he could do it all with you over and over again. You're a goddess in his eyes, one he would worship forever, even if it takes up his last breath.
The little life you’ve built together is his hope and his purpose for living.
Realized I didn't draw newly mutated Yoshi yet, so a sketch turned into a scratchy digital painting of this new lil family.
It was fun to sort let loose and not worry about making it perfect. It was just good, messy, painting.
recently widowed!sylus (and his newly born daughter.)
synopsis: sylus didnt know where it all went wrong, one moment you were having a lavish baby shower, the next your water broke, and it all blurred together as he watched your eyes close for the final time. now, hes a single father trying to make it through 4AM feedings and endless cries for a connection he can’t provide.
content warnings: brief mention of character death, birth, angst, hurt to comfort, gross baby stuff, hurt to comfort, depression, relationship problems, pet names.
word count: 1,025
authors note: this came to me in the middle of the night so i HAD to write it, i love you sylus :,). also, HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!! 😗💗 i’ll be gone for actual christmas but i will be back soon with more post.. 🥹😏
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sylus knew pregnancy was hard, he knew you were changing in ways that he never could so he always excused your snapping and yelling. he watched silently as you both grew more and more distant by the day.
he thought everything would be okay once you finally gave birth, when you both could hold a little bundle of joy in your hands. he imagined it every night. your daughter in your arms while you rested in his. you would kiss him and tell him how much you loved him, he would nuzzle his nose to your daughter’s and you would all laugh for days to come.
unfortunately, that moment never came. he watched as your body writhed against the hospital bed, it all happened so fast watching as you took your final breaths while your daughter helplessly cried when the nurses took her from your arms for testing. it was as if he was stuck in slow motion, he never got to even say goodbye, or thank you, or i love you, he barely even got to look at you one last time as the doctors called time of death wheeling your bed out of the room.
that first night was the hardest.
sylus sat in the empty hospital room your daughter cradled in one arm while the other filled out paper after paper.
a nurse sat down next to him, explaining basic care and feeding routines yet all he could do was nod and stare at the little girl that was now suddenly very, very real. it hit him that he was alone, with a baby.
the nurse’s voice fades in and out it’s not till now that she really catches his attention.
“what’s a good name i could put down for your little one?”
sylus stares for a moment, his mind goes back to a warm june night the two of you sat by the pool, his hand on your bump as you two picked out names the sound of your voice plays in his head and the name slips like it was meant to be.
“juni. i want to name her juni.”
the nurse nods, “and thats spelled j, u, n, i?”
sylus nods. everything blurs like one big nightmare he’s not sure what’s real and what’s not anymore. hes running off less than an hour of sleep and anytime hes not there juni screams her head off.
its been a week since it’s all happened, and sylus hasn’t quite accepted it. he keeps hoping for a miracle, that somehow youd come back.
his hair is slick and heavy with grease, his shirt hasn’t been changed in days and diapers are in basically in every trash can in the base. he knows he should clean himself up but he cant trust himself to be alone. he knows the second he relaxes and stops putting everything into keeping juni alive he’ll break.
two months later.
sylus watched as his daughter grew into a mini version of his late wife. its ironic, how the world ripped you away from him just to give back a daughter who looked just like you. a part of him thought it was karma for all the lives he took, the other part argued it was simply genetics.
juni sat in her crib crying as loudly as she could, she cried harder when he held her. in that moment he couldn’t help but wonder if she wouldve preferred you holding her.
he moves down to the floor head against the railing, his low voice pleading for her mercy as if she could understand.
“please.. juni.. daddy is trying so, so hard. please stop crying..”
he reaches out to touch her scrunched face, and for a moment she stops. big breaths follow as her sobs subside. and for the first time in a while sylus smiles. he chuckles under his breath suprised that something so simple stopped the crying, she coos back voice still shaky.
sylus begins to reach out for her, holding incredibly still despite his shaking hands. he’s worried if he even moves her by an inch she’ll start crying all over again.
he just stands there laughing from relief, the sound of her mimicking him gives him hope, hope that he can really do it.
everything still mushes together, and one day his baby is suddenly 11 months old. hes gotten the hang of it, diapers, feedings, playdates some days are still heavy but he’s slowly moving forward.
in these winter months, sylus poured most of his grief into making the base perfect for the holidays he knew how seriously you took decorations. there was garland, trees, lights, animatronics even! juni was also a part of this “festive aesthetic” as you would call it. sylus had been dressing her in various christmas symbols these days. reindeer, toys, gingerbread, and today? santa’s best helper: an elf.
they’re sitting in the living room stacking wooden blocks when she decides to knock it over bursting out into giggles.
he smiles. “silly baby.. you’re one naughty elf, hm?”
juni looks up at her father, tiny gears turning in her head. she smiles before and claps her hands on his face.
“dada!”
sylus freezes. juni’s first words. he immediately scoops her up.
“say that again, juni?”
“dada!” she notices the way he smiles when she makes those sounds and she keeps doing it.
“dada!” “dada!”
sylus presses a kiss against her cheek and to her delight she squeals his new found name. “dada!”
“thats right, little elf. im dada..”
its the first of many milestones, sylus feels more confident. he knows he’s capable of raising a little human, at night he lays with fresh hair and clean shirts the opposite of what he was nearly a year ago. and he knows you’re there beside him everyday, every special moment shared together even if he couldn’t see he could feel.
theres still a dull ache where his heart is, he doesn’t think that will ever leave but he’s learned not to let it control him, rather he lets it exist as he works with it to keep him and your little miracle afloat.
Pairing: Soldier Boy (Ben) x F. Reader, Ben and daughter!OC
Summary: Ben spends the day alone with his daughter, to varying degrees of success. When you get home, it prompts a serious conversation.
AN: Another one-shot for the BMD-verse, set sometime after "Until Morning" (you'll see). This can be read as standalone as well!
Word Count: 2,500
Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Father and daughter fluff, followed by husband and wife spice.~
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Father and daughter were glaring at one another, gazes locked.
Green against green.
“Young lady, I’m telling you right now. I’m not gonna tolerate any more of your little attitude,” said Ben. “If you want to try me, be my guest.”
He held the ravioli poised on a pink plastic spoon. His daughter Lila sat in her highchair in the kitchen, boldly refusing any more of her lunch.
Her stubborn face reminded him entirely too much of you. But he needed her to eat. He wouldn’t have it said when you came home that he couldn’t feed a damn two-year-old.
He huffed. “Work with me here. Just a couple more bites.”
Lila made a shrill sound of refusal when the spoon came near her face. He knew she could use a spoon just fine. She was being difficult on purpose.
To demonstrate her resolve, she slapped at the ravioli with a chubby little hand, and it ended up splashing back into the bowl. A bit of red sauce splattered onto Ben’s cheek, with a pinch of it hitting his eye.
He blinked in annoyance. “Delilah Marie, I swear to Christ—”
She’s just a baby, a voice that sounded a lot like you infiltrated his mind. It still didn’t take away his aggravation.
“No!” Lila insisted. It was her favorite word, right behind Bluey.
She then pushed the bowl right off the highchair. It spilled ravioli and pasta sauce all over the floor in spectacular fashion. Ben was sitting in his own chair by the dining table, where he moved his feet back at the last moment. She almost got his Italian loafers.
“You gotta be f…” It took every scrap of patience within him to hold his tongue…and breathe calmly through his nose. He didn’t want to reward this destructive, disrespectful behavior, but he also knew that he needed his daughter to eat.
“Want some applesauce?” he said, as a peace offering.
Lila’s face scrunched.
“No applesauce, huh?” Ben muttered. He glanced at the mess across the highchair and the formerly white tile on the floor. “Your mother’s gonna have a conniption.”
“Mommy?” Lila asked. “Mommy’s home?”
“No, she’s not here right now,” Ben replied. “She’ll be home later.”
Lila seemed to understand, because that’s when she got upset again. Her red-stained finger drew a shapeless form in the sauce as she pouted. At least she wasn’t crying.
Ben sighed, once again, and stroked her cheek with his thumb.
Fuck it.
“You want some ice cream?” he bribed.
Her sadness dissipated at the thought; she smiled brightly and nodded. “Yeah!”
“Yeah, I thought so,” he grumbled.
After a scoop of strawberry ice cream for each of them (she liked it because it was pink), Ben wrangled her up out of the highchair and declared, bath time.
He did fine with the bathing process. He’d helped you with this before, and so he knew what to do in order to wash the sauce off her face, hands, and even her hair. It was what came after the bath that remained a problem.
Lila was stubborn beyond belief, even before she could articulate what it was about the soft green onesie that she didn’t like. No, she wasn’t satisfied until Ben pulled out the yellow Starlight themed pajamas. Probably because they had “Auntie Annie’s” face all over them.
He rolled his eyes, but this wasn’t a hill he needed to die on. He dressed Lila and tried to tuck her into bed for her afternoon nap. The problem was, she refused to lie still in the crib.
Instead, she was bouncing on the balls of her feet, using the edge of the crib for balance. He’d be impressed, if she wasn’t trying to climb out and give him a small heart attack.
He grabbed her and gathered her against his chest. Despite the super strength you’d temporarily displayed off and on throughout your pregnancy, Lila’s powers were latent at the moment. Dr. Baker seemed to think Lila would start to display them once she got old enough. Like Ryan, who hadn’t started growing into his powers until around 10 years old.
So for now, Lila was a mostly normal two-year-old who could still get hurt.
Ben frowned. “This is the time you usually go down. Why do you have so much energy?”
She just giggled at him and put both hands on his face, over his eyes.
“Daddy, guess who?”
He sighed, but couldn’t help smiling. As usual, he indulged her.
“Could it be my baby girl?”
He waited until her hands came away from his eyes, and he opened them wide.
“There she is!”
She squealed and giggled and grabbed his hair when he kissed her cheek. In the comfort of his own home, he could afford to be this openly affectionate.
Aw shit, he thought, as something occured to him.
He finally realized why she was so fucking hyper. Maybe it had something to do with the giant scoop of ice cream she’d had for lunch.
Goddamn it. Ben sighed and unwrapped her arm from around his head.
“Okay, let’s watch some TV.”
Lila didn’t seem all that interested in watching anything, or even playing with her toys. She mainly wanted to jump on Ben’s stomach while he was trying to relax on the couch. He put on a football game you taped for him. Or recorded, as you'd said.
“All right, enough. Your old man’s trying to watch the game,” Ben said, bringing Lila down to sit in lap.
That lasted for about two seconds. Thereafter, she was climbing up his chest and trying to smother him with her little hands.
He took her hand from his nose so he could at least breathe in peace.
“Where’s Mommy?” Lila asked, as she sat on his shoulder and beat a little fist on the top of his head.
“She’s with your aunt,” Ben replied. “Well, not your real one, the fake one.”
Lila made a sound of confusion. Realizing that she didn’t know what the hell he meant, he rephrased.
“She’s with your Aunt Annie. They’ll be back soon,” he said.
He didn’t mind you wanting a day out to yourself. What he minded was the attitude you’d struck when he suggested dropping Lila off with Louisa, your actual sister.
“What, you can’t handle her alone for one day?” you’d asked.
His pride hadn’t allowed him to say no to that.
So here he was, with a wily toddler who was doing her damndest to suffocate him. Better attempts than this had failed, but it was still annoying while he was trying to watch the game.
Somehow, he managed to tune it out while he watched the ref make a bad call.
“What was that?! You gotta be kidding me!” Ben said, holding Lila to his chest even as he pointed and shouted at the TV. “Son of a bitch. What a pussy call that was.”
“Bish, bish, bish,” Lila said, making a game out of the word. It called Ben’s attention.
He forgot about the game for a moment when he looked down at her. His eyes widened a fraction, even as a smile pulled at his lips.
“What’d you just say?”
“Bishhhhhh,” Lila repeated. “Somvabishhhh.” Her lips squished like a fish. And then she giggled, like it was the funniest thing she’d ever heard.
“Aw, fuck,” Ben uttered.
And he pressed his lips together with ever widening eyes at what he’d just said.
Lila grinned. “Fack!”
“Uhh, no. No. Don’t say that,” he said, trying to sound stern. Inside, he was trying not to laugh. He didn't really give a shit what she said, but you were particular about the kid not inheriting his vocabulary.
In fact, he was pretty sure you were going to go nuclear for this one.
“Why?” Lila asked.
“Because it’s uh…a bad word,” Ben replied, even though he wanted to roll his eyes at himself. This was what he’d become. A suburban dad.
"And it's not ladylike," he added.
“Fackkkk,” Lila giggled some more.
Christ on a cross. Ben bit the inside of lip hard to stop himself from laughing.
“Whatever. Just don’t say it around your mom,” he relented. He brushed his fingers through her soft brown hair. She preened at the attention, like the little showboat she was.
“Daddyyyy…” Lila wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled as deeply into him as she could, like a koala clinging to a shaking branch.
Ben sighed and rubbed a hand up and down her back as he cradled her against him.
These were the moments he didn’t mind. In fact, these were the moments he did his best to remember. They helped block out the older, darker ones that this kid would never know.
Ben woke to the shutter of a camera going off.
He blinked his bleary eyes open to find you standing there with a highly amused smile on your face, and your phone poised in your hand.
He groaned, but he soon realized that Lila was sleeping in his arms, on his chest. You leaned down and rested a hand on her back. You also greeted him with a kiss to his temple.
“Long day?” you teased quietly.
Ben gave you a deadpan look, one that had you straining to taper down your giggles. Though he drew you closer by your hip and squeezed the soft flesh over your white sundress. He took you in with a lazy once-over.
You looked good. Sexy as hell, really. Your face was glowing and relaxed, and he liked the shade of red you’d done on your nails.
“You have a good time?” he asked.
“Yeah,” you replied, massaging his shoulder. Though you arched a brow. “There’s a catastrophe in the kitchen.”
Ben blinked.
Fuck. He forgot about that.
“Yep,” he said, giving you a teasing smirk of his own. “Right on time for you, baby.”
You chuckled, though your eyes narrowed in warning. “Yeah, right.”
You still helped him put Lila down in the nursery for the rest of her nap. She yawned and turned over onto her back. You pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, though you had to smile when it accidentally left the red mark of your lipstick behind.
You bit your lip and gently rubbed it off without waking her up. (An amazing damn feat, as far as you were concerned.)
Ben laid a heavy hand on your back, prompting you to straighten up and turn into his waiting embrace.
His lips curved as he looked down at you. “Hey.”
You laughed quietly. “Hey, yourself.”
Your hands glided up his chest, and further still to hold his face. You brought him down to kiss you, with your fingers slipping into his hair, and your nails dragging along his scalp. He hummed into your mouth.
“Miss me?” you teased.
Ben huffed. As usual though, his answer was in his actions. He held you close for a moment, just to feel you there.
Your arms slipped around his, clinging to his shoulders as you rested against him. This was your safe, comfortable place where you always felt at home.
But, you couldn’t help but break the spell.
“Come on. Clean up on aisle 12,” you quipped, reaching around to smack his ass.
Ben rolled his eyes, but when you pulled away from him, he followed you into the kitchen.
“You know, I had a lot going on. Your kid is a fucking menace,” he said. “Like a bull in a China shop.”
You scoffed. “She’s only my kid when she gives you a hard time. Where do you think she gets it from?”
“You,” he retorted.
You had to laugh at that one. It still didn’t get him out of helping you clean the kitchen from top to bottom.
After a long shower, waking an errant child from her nap, dinner, and a joint effort of getting Lila to sleep for the night, Ben joined you in bed wearing just his usual sweatpants.
You’d opted for some black satin, he noticed.
Good, he thought, for the night to come. You’d spent the whole day getting massaged and moisturized and whatever else women did on a day out.
When he rolled onto his side, you greeted him with a smile and a hand running up his arm, already pulling him toward you. His hand glided along your bare thigh as you hooked it over his hip.
“I need to tell you something, but you’ve gotta promise not to say anything to anyone,” you whispered in the small space between his face and yours, and you tapped his chin.
Ben raised a brow and squeezed your thigh. Whatever it was, couldn’t it wait until long after he’d undressed you?
“What?” he asked.
“Annie’s pregnant!” you said with a wide smile. “Six weeks. She just told me today.”
Ben blinked at that one. “Is it Hughie’s kid?”
“Wha…of course, it is!”
“Wow. Guess he had it in him after all,” Ben remarked. “Who woulda thought.”
You shook your head, but his grin made you laugh.
“You’re ridiculous,” you said, through your remaining giggles, though you leaned forward and stole a kiss. It led Ben to want more, and more of you.
He started to ply you with slow, lazy kisses that grew deeper, becoming all-consuming as his tongue warred against yours. His hands dove under the satin covering your body, and his thumbs brushed the sides of your breasts.
“Maybe it’s time we go for number two,” he said.
You uttered another incredulous laugh, gripped a fist in his hair and tugged. “Excuse me?”
“You fucking heard me,” Ben said. He rolled you onto your back and pinned you there. “Ain’t no way we’re stopping at one. Lila needs a brother.”
“You can’t even handle one,” you teased. Your hands slid up his arms and then down his chest. “Baby, we can talk about having more kids, but—”
“And? We’re talking now,” he said. He dipped his head to start kissing a hot, wet line down your neck. It made your breath falter and your back start to arch. Your hips shifted against his, trying to find friction. You could feel his length hardening against your thigh.
“Ben,” you warned, and implored, but the graze of his teeth on your neck made you shudder.
Your grip on his arms tightened. “Please…”
“Please what?” he smirked against your skin. His hips rocked against your heated core.
This conversation was going into a no man’s land very fast.
You literally took matters into your own hands…by reaching down and grasping your husband’s cock through his sweatpants. You gave him a demanding squeeze.
His breath hitched. Ben paused, unlatching from your neck, and turning his lips toward your cheek.
“I’m listening,” he said, in a gritted voice. You smirked.
“We can, and we will talk about this,” you promised. “Just not when you’re about to be balls-deep inside me.”
You were back on birth control anyway (the pill this time).
Ben chuckled. His hand reached up and smoothed your hair away from your forehead.
“Fine,” he conceded. A smirk grew across his face. “But we can still practice.”
A giggle fell from your lips, just before he claimed them once again.
AN: A little callback to the BMD Epilogue at the end there. 😂
What did you think about the father/daughter time? And do you think Ben won against either of the ladies in his life? 🤣
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Summary: You and Ben argue about your commitment to being a working mom. When a rogue supe gets loose at Supe Affairs, mayhem ensues, putting not only your life at risk, but your daughter’s as well.
