and man

if you think “fiction” is an acceptable excuse to sexualize children, or depict imagery of children having any kind of sex, ESPECIALLY with adults, for the enjoyment of yourself (an adult) and other adults……. I hope everyone you know keeps you the fuck away from their kids, I hope you never have kids, I hope you never come into contact with another child again because that’s genuinely fucking terrifying. 

@tonystarksgirl: Can you write a one-shot where Im Tony’s wife and he comes to rescue me from (your choice who because you’re SO creative) and as im being rescued im pregnant and go into labor. Thank You!

TITLE: Little baby Stark
CHAPTER NO/ONE SHOT: One shot
AUTHOR: Admin RCN
WORD COUNT: 1458
ORIGINAL IMAGINE: N/A
NOTES/WARNINGS: This was so fun to write!! I wanted to write something a little bit different. I’ve written about the Avengers rescuing reader from HYDRA lots of times so I made a happier one instead.


“Anthony Edward Stark you better get me out of this damned thing!” You yelled out as loud as you could. You were stuck in a lift on the 25th floor of Stark Towers and it was honestly your worst nightmare. You were never a fan of lifts but being stuck in one? That was hell. You got stuck around ten minutes ago and FRIDAY immediately called Tony but the lift was stuck awkwardly between two floors – the floor below had too little of a gap for you to crawl through and the floor above was too high for you to climb. Well, you would be able to if it wasn’t for the fact you were carrying two babies in your womb.

“You’re going to have to climb up.” Tony spoke calmly as the Avengers stood behind him in case he needed their help.

“I can barely walk with these things in me, I can’t climb!” You spoke as if it was obvious. “I thought you were the smart one in our relationship, Tony.” You heard Clint laugh loudly but you couldn’t see him. “Just please, Tony, get me out! You know how much I hate these things.” Tony nodded and promised he would get you out soon. He walked out of sight and you paced the small area as your hands ran through your hair.

“Ok ok, stand on this.” Tony lied on his stomach and leaned over so his torso was dangling into the lift. He dropped a stool onto the floor and you rearranged it so it was in the correct position. Tony didn’t move and instead, offered you his hands as you stood on the stool. Taking his hands, you tried to pull yourself up but a shooting pain went through your lower stomach and back causing you to let go of Tony’s hands. You would have fallen if he didn’t grab your wrists. “What’s wrong?” He asked with worry.

“I think I’m having a contraction.” You said as you gritted your teeth through the pain.

“What?” You heard the Avengers call. Suddenly you could see all of their faces appear at the top of the lift – you couldn’t help but think of the ‘floating heads’ scene from ‘friends’. “But your water hasn’t broken has it?” Thor asked as he looked.

“Not every woman has her water break. And even if it did, that’s the last sign of labour.” Clint said. “Y/N, trust me. I’ve had three children; try lying on the ground with your back straight.” You did what you were told. “Are they easing up?”

“No!” You cried out. They were getting worse. You felt a pinch as the muscles in your uterus tightened in preparation for the big moment (Pushing the twins out!)

“Oh God.” Tony said. He ran a hand over his face as his mind went blank. You couldn’t have the twins in a lift! “Somebody do something!” He yelled. Steve acted quickly and jumped into the lift. He held your hand and pulled you back to your feet.

“Get back onto the stool. Bucky, give me a hand.” Steve said. His best friend jumped in too and when you stood on the stool, Steve held you in place as Bucky grabbed the stool and lifted it up. They were lifting you as high as you needed until you managed to step back onto the real floor and out the lift.

Tony immediately wrapped his arms around your waist and pepper kissed you all over your face and neck. He was very protective over you and the thought that you might have had to go through labour alone terrified him more than it did you.

“No time for hugs.” Natasha said as she took control of the situation. “Tony, get Y/N into the car and drive her to the hospital. Me and Wanda will grab everything she needs. Everyone else… Do whatever you want.” Tony reacted immediately and gently led you towards the cars. He hated having to listen to you being in so much pain but he knew how bad labour was said to be.

“Tony it hurts.” You said as you sat in the car. He grabbed your hand and held it tightly. As he began to drive you saw how his knuckles were turning white from how hard he was holding the steering wheel. “Are you alright?” You asked as you worried about your husband.

“Yeah. Of course.” He ran his thumb over your hand but gave you an unconvincing smile. You tilted your head and raised your eyebrows causing him to sigh, knowing that he can’t lie to you. “It’s just… My dad, Howard… He wasn’t… I don’t…” It wasn’t very often you saw Tony at a loss for words but whenever he thought about his childhood, he was never very good at talking. So you spoke for him.

“You know you’re nothing like your father.” You said with a hushed tone. “You’ll be a good dad.”

“You think so?” He asked, still unsure.

“I know so. Because if you’re not then I’m kicking your ass to the curb.” You chuckled.

“I got to be a good dad then. Can’t lose you!” He laughed with you but it quickly stopped when you groaned out in pain. “Nearly there. Hold on.”

“I can’t exactly stop them from coming out, Stark!” You snapped at him. At last, he got you to the hospital and when he parked, two other cars parked near and the Avengers piled out. You all began to walk to the hospital but you were a lot slower than you hoped. So Tony gently put one hand on your back and the other under your knees as he carried you bridle style.

“Woman in labour!” Bruce yelled as the group ran into the hospital. You all got a lot of stares – it’s not every day you see the Avengers run into a hospital carrying a pregnant lady. A couple of nurses came running out, one pushing a wheelchair and Tony gently put you down. The second you were sitting, you were being pushed towards the birthing room.

“Tony!” You called to your husband and put your hand in the air for him to grab.

“Right here.” He grabbed your hand and Natasha was the other side of you; the rest of the Avengers following. You were pushed into a single room and everyone tried to follow but the nurses stopped them.

“Birthing partners only.”

“Tony and Nat.” You said without thinking. They ran to either side of you as the rest left the room and waited patiently outside. “Oh God it hurts!” You cried. Tony could feel his anxiety begin to act up but tried his hardest to ignore it. He had to be here for you.

“The first one is already in position. You ready?” The Midwife said. You shook your head but began to push anyway.


“I think it’ll be two boys.” Bucky said with confidence.

“I think it’ll be a boy and a girl.” Wanda replied.

“I have an equation- “Vision began but was cut off by Steve.

“It doesn’t matter what gender they are.” He laughed as his friends continued to bicker over what genders they thought the babies would be. It had been a good few hours since you began labour but they would wait for as long as it took. They always saw you as family.

However, all the bickering ended abruptly when Natasha came out the room with a massive grin on her lips.

“All healthy. Three people at a time can come in and see.” She said a little breathlessly. Bucky, Wanda and Sam were nearest the door and they quickly stood up and rushed into the room to be the first to see the babies. They walked into the room and the moment they saw you lying on the bed with a baby in each arm, Tony lying down next to you playing with your hair, they stopped and marvelled in how happy you looked.

“Told you.” Bucky said to Wanda as he saw the blue hats sitting on the head of the two new, beautiful baby boys.

anonymous asked:

do you like hillary clinton?

idk if Like is the right word. i think she’s incredibly qualified and part of being so qualified means she knows how to play the game…which can make her kind of untrustworthy. i don’t agree with some of her past actions or policies and i was actively supportive of bernie instead of hillary during the primaries. that being said, i did tear up and whisper “yas queen” more than once during the dnc and will support her 100% in the general election.