America’s Sweetheart

Single dad!Soldier Boy ! ! ⓘ *—[Sfw interaction ONLY]

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⋆. 𐙚 ˚- Soldier Boy is the reason you know how to cook. Well, kind of. You were taught the basics, aka the recipe to his favorite meal of meatloaf and chili and how to grill a steak. The best nights are the ones where he’s guiding you through the cooking steps again, making sure you don’t get burnt by the hot grill. He’s impatient it, but the instructions are clear: Lay the meat down, lots of salt, a little pepper, and be sure to sear the fat cap. One hand helps you with the spatula and the other is holding a joint he lit earlier. A few times you mess up and he shouts a firm “goddammit!” Thank god supes like him can’t get burnt, and no casualties were caused.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚- If there’s anything Soldier Boy learned from the war, it’s that rations suck. But wartime’s been long over, and you shouldn’t have to know the pain of a bad portioned meal. It doesn’t even matter what it is: burgers, fish, chili, or a hearty T-bone and potatoes. Your serving size is as big as his, and whatever you leave uneaten goes to the garbage disposal that you call dad.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚- TV dinners are common, where you’re subjected to reruns of old shows from the 50s. You did get lucky finding out Soldier Boy gets a kick out of the occasional cartoon, replacing the standard Saturday morning cereal and cartoons with Sunday evening steaks and the same. Sometimes you ask to watch his old war movies to which he’ll sigh frustratedly….

“Out of anything you could watch, you wanna see your old man play superheroes? We’re not gonna watch that shit.”

…But eventually agreeing. You’re always going to be his kid, no matter how old you are, and it’s his job to give you what he couldn’t.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚- You know he loves you. Soldier Boy wouldn’t cuddle up to watch his own movies with any random. Even more than that, his temper isn’t so hot as you lean and cling to his arm for a hug. He’ll grumble something and throw a blanket at you with “aggression” (so he calls it),

“Better not tell anyone about this, y’hear? Your daddy ain’t a pussy.”

Then yank you into the tightest, most loving hug and plant a big kiss to the forehead. He’ll lift you up like nothing into his embrace like the superhuman he is, maybe after benching you once or twice. You giggle while he lifts you… if you’re lucky he’ll laugh back. He’s probably just touch starved— thank everything for giving him an affectionate kid.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚- When movie time is over, he’ll tell you “bedtime stories” about the war. Soldier Boy could brag to you for hours about how big and strong he was fighting bad guys. He’ll flex an arm or both, let you rest your chin on his bicep like he’s going to squash your face, or flip around his weapons to entertain you. He knows you get impressed easily, and it feeds into his ever-growing ego. But the difference between that and a performance? He cares about what you think. He cares about the person in front of him in Soldier Boy pajamas, the one who shares his blood and his sense of damn humor.

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Uh… thanks kid? I guess? You just got a fucking tiger I’d think I’m more than ‘okay’ but I’ll take it.

I’m trying to learn how to cook from your time but all of these foods look…uh…not yummy. Do you like any of these things?

The shrimp one’s pretty good, same with the canned noodles. On a completely fuckin different note kid, why the hell are you trying to make jello? We don’t have a fucking kitchen! Are you at Evie’s? Be careful, she hated the jello shit even when it was common.

But I want to make you jello to remind you of home! They served the fancy lobster ones during the dinner party scenes in your movies so it has to be good. I really wanna try olives and that other thing…fruit cocktail? And I can because I’m not in the labs anymore :)

But even if I find it adorable, there is no way in fucking hell you are making those wretched plates, picked up from the devil's anus warts, in my fucking house. We can make literally anything else. Gnocchi, stew, ragú, cottage pie— anything but that jello-y puke.

This time it is an actual cat and not anatomical restructuring

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Oh for fucks sake- holy shit is that a fucking tiger?! Fuckin awesome. What the fuck am I even gonna feed this thing?

@dollyintl Kid! Come get this thing or it’s going to the goddamn circus!

I’m trying to learn how to cook from your time but all of these foods look…uh…not yummy. Do you like any of these things?

The shrimp one’s pretty good, same with the canned noodles. On a completely fuckin different note kid, why the hell are you trying to make jello? We don’t have a fucking kitchen! Are you at Evie’s? Be careful, she hated the jello shit even when it was common.

But I want to make you jello to remind you of home! They served the fancy lobster ones during the dinner party scenes in your movies so it has to be good. I really wanna try olives and that other thing…fruit cocktail? And I can because I’m not in the labs anymore :)

I went through old files at the office and I found this picture of you! You look nice in this picture, you seem much meaner now

Fuckin Christ. Look at that absolute pussy right there. This was right before fucking boarding school. Manned up real fuckin fast there.

Nice find kid.

*sighs*

*sigh*

My old man hated me from the day I was fuckin born. Thought I was a disappointment and nothing I could do changed that - even becoming the most powerful fucking superhero on the goddamned planet.

(Nervously holding out arms, not sure if he’d pick her up, hug her, or throw her, or all three)

“Don’t push it kid.”

I went through old files at the office and I found this picture of you! You look nice in this picture, you seem much meaner now

Fuckin Christ. Look at that absolute pussy right there. This was right before fucking boarding school. Manned up real fuckin fast there.

Nice find kid.

*sighs*

*sigh*

My old man hated me from the day I was fuckin born. Thought I was a disappointment and nothing I could do changed that - even becoming the most powerful fucking superhero on the goddamned planet.

(Nervously holding out arms, not sure if he’d pick her up, hug her, or throw her, or all three)

I went through old files at the office and I found this picture of you! You look nice in this picture, you seem much meaner now

Fuckin Christ. Look at that absolute pussy right there. This was right before fucking boarding school. Manned up real fuckin fast there.

Nice find kid.

*sighs*

I went through old files at the office and I found this picture of you! You look nice in this picture, you seem much meaner now

Fuckin Christ. Look at that absolute pussy right there. This was right before fucking boarding school. Manned up real fuckin fast there.

Nice find kid.

Soldier Boy x Lab Rat!Daughter | Pt1 —> (AKA Sprout Series)

📍 County Fairgrounds, Modern Day

The fair starts at 8am, which means you and Soldier Boy need to be ready by 4am.

It’s only been two weeks since you found out he was your dad, and two weeks since you got to discover how much of an asshole the man is. As for the act, It’s all a part of the America’s Daughter campaign you have running alongside Soldier Boy: a sweet sensitive soul to balance out all of the toughness that America’s Dad radiates. Ben’s entering the era of a family man, when really it’s Vought covering up their failed plan of turning you into a new weapon.

You’ve gotten somewhat close now that you live together— after a lot of adjusting, that is, but the only barely sober family time you get with him is during work.

Like today.

He’s sitting in the chair next to you, huffing down his fifth bump of the morning (It keeps him calm after yelling at the staff loud enough to shatter windows). He isn’t all bad though: You’ve got your curlers in and makeup done, lounging on the vanity chair with a bit of breakfast that soldier Boy demanded to staff that you get. Since you first came into his custody you’ve heard time and time again that “You can’t do shit on an empty stomach,” and you’ve got a musical number with him later. Being well fed is of utmost importance to your dad, and he seems the most calm after a good meal anyway. Somehow, this moment is better than the last 18 or so years of being a lab rat for Vought….you didn’t get good food like you do now.

So you watch him nod in encouragement as you eye your muffin and bacon. He knows that this will be the only peaceful moment you get until the sun rises and falls 20 hours later.

“Eat up good, Sprout. Vought’s gonna work you like a fuckin’ dog.”

Note: pardon my cringey self indulgent series it’s the best coping mechanism I have right now

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-@dollyintl

Mornin, kid. I’ve gotta get you a goddamned alarm clock it’s almost noon.

-@dollyintl

Mornin, kid. I’ve gotta get you a goddamned alarm clock it’s almost noon.

- @mariaevangelia1920

Thanks Evie. But still, you asphyxiated me, woke up your fuckin' couch and left.

Don't tell me that wasn't the best sleep of your life though: I made sure it was going to be great.