#steve rogers fanifction

[babyjakes]

safe smiles. [blurb.]

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event | august '23 general requests blurb night

summary | your daddy helps you face your fear of dentists.

pairing | soft!dentist!daddy!steve rogers x little!reader

warnings | sfw regression. reader is afraid of dentists. soooo much comfort from daddy!steve (who is a dentist hehe <3). depictions of dental/medical setting and procedures.

word count | 453

requested by @super-soldier-sandwich | This is my formal request for a dentist!daddy blurb!

an | this has been a looooong time coming sweet friend, thankyou for sending in your request and hope you enjoy the sweetest softest safest daddy!stevie!!! (i think i might make a longer dentist comfort fic at some point, maybe with a reader who has a more severe phobia, but for right now i thought this would be a good little introduction to the idea hehe <333

"Deep breaths, sweetheart. You're doing so well for me. Daddy's just getting everything set up, okay?" You try to blink back your tears as you watch your daddy preparing the little tray of tools next to his stool. "Look baby, nothing scary," Steve tries to reassure you, letting you get a good look at each of the instruments.

"Pokey, Daddy," you whimper, pointing to one of the sharper-looking tools.

Steve nods sympathetically as he picks it up, explaining to you, "I know it looks a little sharp, doll, but I promise it won't hurt. Daddy will just use it to scrape gently against one of your teeth to make sure it's nice and healthy. Remember how Daddy told you that teeth are kind of like bones? Your teeth are super strong, so you won't even feel the pokey part."

Steve pulls on a pair of gloves before pausing, giving you a comforting smile. "Are you ready, sweetheart?" he asks softly. "Can I tilt the chair back so we can get started?"

You try not to whimper as the strange mechanical chair moves beneath you. Your daddy helps you fit your head into its place, bringing the adjustable light down a bit to shine over your face. "Keep taking big breaths for me, princess. Daddy's so proud of you; you're being so brave," Steve praises as he sees your nerves heightening again.

"The first part is easy; we're just gonna brush your teeth, okay little one?" he explains as he prepares the small electric polisher with some toothpaste. "The brush is gonna make a funny noise, but that's just because it's working hard to clean better. Can you open wide for me, baby?" Steve prompts gently.

You look at the brush with big eyes, feeling more tears well up as you try not to shrink away from the dentist sitting beside you. "Oh sweetie," he frowns, setting down the instrument as he senses you're not quite ready. "It's okay, we can take our time. Daddy's right here," he promises, reaching over to hold your hand soothingly as he lets you calm down. "Daddy's not gonna make you do anything until you're ready, okay honey? Just breathe, you're okay. You're safe."

Though the thought of your daddy performing a dental check-up on you is frightening, you know he's being truthful. He would never force you to do anything before you were ready and willing, which is comforting to know as you do your best to face your fears. "Good, there you go, doll. See?" Steve smiles as he sees your fears settling again. "You're doing so good, y/n. Are you ready to start? Just stop Daddy at any time if you need to, okay?"

[avengerscompound]

Steve Rogers Genfic Happy Steve Bingo Fill: “What Do You Mean, License and Registration?” Synopsis: Steve gets pulled over by the police pretty regularly. He's not used to them not knowing who he is.

Steve could handle a car just fine.  Motorcycle too.  Helicopter.  Quinjet.  He knew how to handle a vehicle.  Particularly in those life and death situations.  Did he technically have a license?  No.  He really, really didn’t want to have to go to the DMV and wait in line just to get a card that told him he was 100 and that he knew how to drive when he could tell you that himself.

Besides on those rare occasions where his foot got a little heavy on the gas or he ran a red light he just had to flash a smile and he’d get an ‘I’m terribly sorry Captain Rogers if you could just be a little more careful.’

So he wasn’t worried when he saw the red and blue flashing lights in the mirror.  He wasn’t worried when the police officer got out of the car and walked over to the convertible pulling out a notepad.  He smiled brightly and looked up into the aviators that loomed down over him.

“Do you know why I pulled you over?”  The cop asked, his voice gruff but impassive.

Steve was surprised it didn’t normally get this far.  That was okay.  He was sure it would click soon.  “I’m not sure.  Was it the stop sign?  I paused at it.”

The officer’s jaw twitched.  “License and registration?”

“What do you mean, license and registration?”  Steve asked.

“I mean, I need to see your license and registration.”  The officer repeated.

Steve leaned over to the glove compartment and pulled out the registration.  The car was technically Tony’s but maybe that would jog the cop’s memory.  “Here’s the registration.”  He said handing it over.

The officer started looking it over.  “And your license?”

“I don’t have one,”  Steve said pulling out his wallet and flicking through it.  “I have this?”  He pulled out his Avengers’ ID and handed it over.

“You’re operating this vehicle without a license?”  The officer asked.

“I - uh -”  Steve stuttered.

“And this vehicle doesn’t belong to you?”  The officer asked.

“No, it’s a friend’s,”  Steve said.

“I’m gonna have to ask you to get out of the vehicle.”  The officer said.

“We’re so sorry, Captain Rogers.  He is new to the precinct.”  The police chief couldn’t stop apologizing even though really, it had been Steve in the wrong.  He was almost jogging to keep up with Steve as he strode out of the station.

“It’s nothing.  He was doing his job.  No harm done.”  Steve said again.

“If there is anything we can do to make this right, please let us know.”  He said

“It’s no trouble.  Really.”  Steve stepped out into the sun blinking.

Tony was leaning against his spyder, a smirk on his face.  He pulled his glasses to the end of his nose and surveyed Steve.  “Well, well, well.  If it isn’t the notorious car thief, Captain America.”

“Really, Tony?”  Steve said walking around the outside of the car and got in.

“Such a bad boy  We’re you planning on taking the Roadster to a chop shop.  Make some cash?”  Tony said starting up the car and pulling away from the curb.

“I’m never going to hear the end of this am I?”  Steve said shaking his head.

“Nope.  Get used to it.”  Tony said.

Steve chuckled and pulled his cap low over his eyes.  This was going to be a long drive home.  Maybe it was about time he got his license.

Tony nudged him.  “So did you get a prison tattoo while you were behind bars?”