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macfrog · 1 year

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moneyball cowboy like me chapter four

part iv of dbf!joel is yours!!! check out my masterlist to find the first three chapters for all your dbf needs. as always, thank you all so much for all the love n support. you guys make writing this series so much fun!! 🤍 i lowkey don't know whether or not i hate this chapter but i had to write it once the idea was in my head 🤷‍♀️ enJOY

pairing: dbf!joel x fem!reader

summary: when joel double-books you and your dad, you decide to teach him a lesson

warnings: 18+ minors dni!!! oral (f receiving), praise kink, lotsa teasing, lil bit of bratty reader, lil bit of dom!joel, age gap (reader is 23, joel is 48), consumption of alcohol, cursing

word count: 4.2k

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You raise your eyebrows at Joel innocently as you push the popsicle deep into your mouth, sucking as far as the back of your throat will allow, before dragging it back out with a pop. A thread of sweet, fruit-flavored saliva strings between the tip of the popsicle and your bottom lip as you pull it away. You run your tongue slowly over your lips and smile at him. He looks pissed. He can’t take his eyes off of you, or your swollen lips, but he looks ready to snap. “I found snacks, by the way,” you lull.

How slutty is too slutty? When you’re going over to your dad’s best friend’s to…Well, you’re not quite sure what yet. You’ve picked out a short blue summer dress, strappy back, with black lace panties underneath. If you’re looking, and the light is right, you can see them through the blue fabric.

Joel would, you know that much. That’s all you really care about.

You’re putting earrings on in the mirror when your dad knocks and edges into your room.

“Where you headed, kiddo?”

“Just out for a drink with Sam. Said we’d have a catch-up at the barbecue, so.”

He narrows his eyes.

“It’s not a date.”

“Hey,” he lifts his hands, “I didn’t say anything. When will you be home?”

“Dunno. Why?”

“I’ll be at Joel’s, so remember your key. Just in case.”

Excuse me? Did he just say –

“Joel’s?”

He nods, sitting down on your bed behind you. You stare at him in the mirror.

“What’s happening at Joel’s?”

“Rangers game. He’s having Bill and Hank and me.”

Just then, your phone buzzes. You subtly lean over and catch a glimpse of the screen before it fades to black again.

Joel: Call me when you’re alone. ASAP

You roll your eyes and let out a low sigh.

“Can you give me a sec, Dad? I think I wanna change my outfit.”

“Sure. I’ll give you a holler when I’m leavin’.”

He shuts your door behind him and you wait until you hear his footsteps recede to call Joel.

“Hey, baby, listen, I’m gonna have to raincheck.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah. Something’s come up.”

“Right.” Your tone is muted and flat. On purpose. Joel notices.

“So…we’ll figure somethin’ out, right? You workin’ much this week?”

You scoff. “I dunno, depends on when the next Rangers game is, doesn’t it?”

He’s quiet for a moment. Then he takes a deep breath. “Kid, I’m so sorry–”

“Here I am,” you throw your arms up and march around your room, though you know he can’t see you, “getting ready, putting together the sluttiest-within-reason outfit I own, and all the while you’re gearing up to host my dad and your buddies.”

“…You’re wearing somethin’ slutty?”

“Not anymore,” you huff as you pull the dress off. “I’m changin’ into sweatpants.”

“If it’s any consolation, I’d still be into you in the sweatpants.”

“Shut up.”

He laughs. “I will have them out and gone as soon as the game’s done, and then you can come over, okay? Sound good?”

“And you’ll make it up to me?”

“I intend to.”

“’kay. Just know you’re gonna pay for this.”

He says through a chuckle, “See you later, baby.”

You hang up.

You rake through your drawers for something a little more comfortable to wear, settling for a floral skirt and off-shoulder top. Equal parts casual and suggestive. Perfect for payback.

Joel knows he’s gonna pay. He just doesn’t know when.

“Hey, hon, that’s me headin!” your dad calls up the stairs.

“Wait up!” you reply, grabbing your shoes and hopping out of your room. “I’m comin’.”

“You want a ride to Frank’s?”

“No, I’m coming to Joel’s.”

He watches you struggle down the stairs with one shoe on, brows furrowed. “You wanna…come watch the game? What about Sam?”

“He just cancelled.”

Your dad looks tickled. “Cheatin’ on ya, is he?”

You stand straight, finally having pulled your shoe on, and punch his arm. “I’ll be in the car.”

“Alright…” he mumbles, following you out.

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Joel’s face when he opens the door is a picture you never want to forget.

“Hey– I – did not know you were comin’.” He ushers you both in.

“Neither did I,” your dad replies, “she decided last minute. Blew off some date with that boy from Frank’s for this.”

“It was not a…” Your sentence ends with a sigh as you follow him inside, looking up at Joel as you pass. He knows damn well you didn’t even have plans with Sam, never mind a date.

“Big Rangers fan?” Joel calls from behind as the three of you head for the living room.

“Yes,” you reply, trying to sound as matter-of-fact as possible.

“Big enough to schedule a date during the game?”

“I’m sure I’m not the first to do that,” you hiss through your teeth, and he gives you an amused grin.

Bill and Hank haven’t arrived yet. Your dad sits in his usual recliner seat and sighs. You and Joel share the couch, where he turns on you to interrogate you more.

“So, what’s with the change of heart?”

“I, uh…I didn’t know it was this game.”

“And what game’s that?”

“The…Uh…You know. Rangers.” You shrug.

“Name three players.”

“That’s sexist,” you reply, pointing a finger at him.

Your dad cackles, rocking back and forth in the chair. “Beers, Joel?”

“In the fridge,” Joel answers, eyes still on you.

Your dad, who’d be oblivious to a hurricane outside if it weren’t for the warnings on the news, waltzes past the pair of you, locked in a death stare.

“You’re here to cause tr–”

“Trouble, yeah.” You flash him an innocent smile. “You caused it first.”

The doorbell rings and Joel doesn’t move, eyes still dancing all over your body; your shoulders, your hips, your thighs peeking through the slit in your skirt.

Your dad calls through from the kitchen, offering to get it, and you hear the rumble of Hank and Bill’s voices.

When Joel’s eyes meander back up to meet yours, a dangerous look in them, he leans in close. You tilt your jaw to allow him access, but his lips never touch you.

Breath hot on your skin, his Southern drawl whispers, “I started it, and I know how to finish it, pretty girl.”

Then he stands and heads to the hallway to meet his guests. You clamp your legs together.

Bill roars your name when he sees you. “I didn’t fuckin’ know you liked the Rangers!”

You stand and nervously accept his arms over your shoulders, squeezing you so tight it takes your breath away. Joel stifles a laugh in the doorway.

“I just wanted to be around for all the fun,” you almost gasp when he releases you.

Hank is older and smaller in frame, and he gives your hand a little squeeze as he passes by to the couch. “We’re up for it tonight, kiddo,” he smiles sweetly, “it’ll be a good’un.”

“Bill, beer? Hank?”

“Bourbon for me, Joel. Brought my own bottle.” He hands it over.

As your dad squeezes past to join his friends, Joel clicks his fingers at you and jerks his head toward the kitchen. Your jaw falls open with mock offense.

“Dick,” you whisper as you pass.

“Needed help from my waitress with the drinks,” Joel murmurs with a smirk, the two of you heading through.

He opens the fridge and reaches up to grab three beers – Buds, you notice – from the top shelf. His shirt lifts a sliver from the waistband of his jeans, exposing the tan skin beneath.

Your head cocks as you stare at him, gripping onto the worktop, probably more to stop yourself from approaching him than to look casual. But when Joel turns back around, he reads you like an open book.

“Quit starin’,” he mutters, nudging you to shift out of his way.

You don’t budge, so Joel shifts further up the counter. When you slide up to follow him, pinning yourself between him and the marble surface, he scoffs.

“Stop that,” he whispers.

“Stop what? Thought you knew how to finish this?”

“Alright,” he hums, arms reaching around yours to crack the beers open in front of you. Your back is flush against his chest.

“Then,” he mumbles, chin hooked over your shoulder, “we take this,” he reaches for a whiskey glass and Hank’s bottle of Yellow Rose, sliding them over in front of you with one hand. He takes your hands in his, using you like a puppet to pour Hank’s drink.

You can’t help but giggle as his stubble grazes your cheek.

When you turn your head to look at him over your shoulder, you feel an unmistakable swell behind your ass. Joel’s breath falters for a brief second.

You want more. To be frank, you’d take him here and now if it weren’t for his buddies in the next room. But this isn’t about what you want right now. Not yet.

You push off the counter gently, your ass touching Joel’s crotch, grinding into him. His jaw tightens, teeth lock together, and he emits a low growl. He doesn’t move; just stands with his arms around you, hands gripping the worktop, holding you in place as your hips rut on his hardening bulge.

The TV is switched on and you hear a familiar commentator’s voice.

“Joel!” your dad yells from the living room.

“Had your fun?” he grumbles in your ear.

You shake your head. “Not yet.”

He moves his arms then, letting you go, taking his and Bill’s beers and Hank’s bourbon, and backs away. His eyebrows are cocked, and you can’t help the grin that spreads across your face.

You watch him until he disappears into the living room, and snap out of your daze. I’m not here to be wooed by him.

I’m here to make him finish what he started.

When you enter the living room, beer in hand, all four men are literally on the edge of their seats, as far forward as they can get without actually sliding off of Joel’s couch.

You notice a space between Joel and Hank, and slip between the coffee table and Hank’s legs. He moves back to allow you the space to squeeze by and slot in on Joel’s left.

As you fall down into your seat, all eyes glued on the TV screen, your right hand comes up to balance yourself – Who are you kidding? – on Joel’s thigh. The inside of Joel’s thigh.

His head jerks down to stare at your fingers, locked around his leg. Checking nobody’s looking, you move it slightly upward. Closer to his –

“What are you doin’?” he whispers through gritted teeth, low enough that the other men don’t hear.

“Watchin’ the game,” you reply, innocent and sweeter than sugar.

His free hand takes hold of yours and slides it off of his thigh without looking, eyes always on the room around him.

You breathe a laugh as he readjusts in his seat, sitting up awkwardly straight and keeping his legs a safe distance away, parallel to yours.

You’re just getting started.

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Let’s be frank about it: baseball is fucking boring.

Well, let’s rephrase. It’s not that you don’t like watching it; you’re sure that, in more appropriate circumstances – relaxing on a lazy Sunday, or at an actual game, where the atmosphere buzzes with excitement – you could enjoy it.

But right now, you’re sat with your dad’s buddies, an ache between your legs that you can’t fix, and the only person who can fix it, is refusing to even look at you.

Given the situation at hand, you can’t really fault him for that. But you’re still a little mad.

When they roar at the screen for what feels like the thousandth time, you decide to take yourself for a quiet jaunt to the kitchen.

“You got snacks?” you ask Joel.

“Cupboard above the microwave,” he replies, gaze locked on the game.

You saunter out of the living room, finishing the dregs of your beer, and place the bottle in Joel’s sink.

Reaching up to search his cupboards, you find one bag of Cheetos and another bag of pretzels. You toss them both on the counter, and they land a little bit away from Hank’s bottle of bourbon.

You pick it up, reading the label. You’ve never really been much of a whiskey drinker, but you’re bored, and it’s here, so you may as well.

You pour a little into the bottom of a glass and lift it to your lips, giving it a good sniff before you take a sip. Your face screws up immediately, swallowing just to get the liquid off of your tongue, feeling it burn its way down your throat.

“You okay in there, kiddo?” your dad calls, hearing your coughing, and you splutter a “Yep!” in response.

Would it taste better with ice, you think? Maybe if you could get used to it, it wouldn’t be that bad. You amble over to Joel’s refrigerator and haul the freezer door open, in search of ice cubes, but finding something even better.

You lift the box, sliding one of them out and unwrapping it. When you knock the freezer door closed with your hip, you strut through to the living room and stand behind the couch in the doorway.

No one notices you sneak in; they’re all waving their fists and yelling curses at the TV.

“What’s goin’ on?”

Four heads turn to give you an update on the game, and three hastily turn back when the crowd suddenly begins cheering.

One head, though, whips straight back to you. Stood in his living room doorway. Sucking on a popsicle.

He looks pissed. He can’t take his eyes off of you, or your swollen lips, but he looks ready to snap.

“I found snacks, by the way,” you lull.

“Yeah? Good.” He twists back around to face the television, a hand running across his jaw. He shuffles in his seat again, just as awkward as he is uncomfortable.

You let out a quiet giggle and meander gleefully back through to the kitchen.

Not long after, you’re at Joel’s counter eating some of his pretzels when he and your dad stalk through, followed by Bill and Hank.

“Game over?”

“No, kid,” Bill chuckles, “seventh-inning stretch.” He yanks open Joel’s refrigerator and takes three more beers, passing them around.

He perches on a bar stool next to you, bringing a hand down on your back – loving, of course, but in typical Bill nature, kinda painful.

“We ain’t doin’ too bad,” Hank muses as he pours another whiskey, and your dad nods silently.

Your eyes flit between the men, now deep in conversation about the game, then land on Joel, leaning against the doorframe sipping on a beer, his eyes on you.

You lean over the counter, popping your ass out, and make him watch as you open your mouth, extend your tongue, and place a salty pretzel on it, closing your lips around your finger and licking it clean.

His expression never changes. Just watches like you want him to, beer bottle clutched in his fist.

“I’ll take these.” Bill’s hand swings across and scoops up the Cheetos, and before you know it, they’re making their way back out of the kitchen.

Joel’s eyes bore into yours as your dad, Bill, and Hank filter out past him. He’s mad, you can tell that much. He paces over to you.

“Knock. It. Off.” His voice is a low growl.

You shake your head. “No can do.”

He sighs, gripping your wrist. Before you can take a breath, he’s dragging you out of the kitchen and upstairs, where he makes a right and almost shoves you down the dim hallway.

“The hell is your game?” he hisses when you’re out of earshot of the others.

“Having fun, what are you doing?”

“I’m trying to keep everybody from seeing the fun you’re having. Touchin’ and rubbin’, lookin’ at me like that in front of everyone. The damn popsicle.”

“You liked that, huh?”

“You gettin’ off on this?”

“Mhm.” You nod a little too desperately.

“Well, quit it. When we’re alone, fine, do whatever you want. Not when your dad’s watchin’.”

“My dad ain’t seeing none of it and you know it.”

He runs a hand through his hair and brings it down over his eyes. Seeing him this stressed and undone over you, over what you’re doing to him, sends pulses of electricity through your body.

“What the hell am I gonna do with you, girl?”

You shrug. “Maybe you should punish me.”

“Maybe I fuckin’ should,” he spits, turning away from you.

As if just hearing what you said, he turns on his heel, staring you down with an expression you read to mean one thing: he’s fucking considering it.

“Maybe I fuckin’ should…” he whispers again.

You try to keep your cool façade up, but the way he’s looking at you, eyes dark, jaw clenched, towering over you and cornering you against the wall, has you so wet and needy that you can’t pretend anymore.

“Joel…”

Whatever you were about to say is cut short by the sound of heavy footsteps on the stairs. Joel reacts before you do, reaching behind you to pull a door open and backing you into his linen closet, quietly following you in and closing the door again.

There are just inches between you both, pressed chest to chest in the tiny confines of the closet. Joel’s head tilts and listens for Hank’s figure, stumbling back and forth across the landing in pursuit of the bathroom.

“Where’d you say it was, Bill?” he calls downstairs.

“First door on the right, dumbass!” Bill’s voice shouts back up.

Joel’s fist suddenly wraps around the handle, his eyes glued to the wall above your head, listening intently. He’s making sure Hank doesn’t try the wrong door.

Which, of course, he inevitably does.

It rattles some, but Joel’s grip stops the handle from turning. He glares up, shaking his head, mouthing profanities. First door, you fuckin’ moron. You stifle a laugh behind both hands.

“Hank!” your dad’s voice shouts from downstairs. “Not that one, idiot, the one next to it!”

Finally, the door stops trembling.

“I see it now, sure enough,” Hank mumbles, and you both listen to him spill into the bathroom next door.

You let out the breath you’ve been holding in your chest. Joel lifts his hand off of the door handle and places it around your jaw.

“You’re gonna be real quiet, alright?”

He’s speaking so low and so quiet that your eyes track his lips to read the words he’s saying.

“Gonna do what I say and keep that pretty little mouth shut.”

You squirm under his touch, hands gripping his shoulders, desperate for him to kiss you.

Instead, he holds your jaw tight and forces you to look at him.

“Say it.”

“I’ll be quiet,” you breathe, “I’ll be good. Just fucking touch me.”

He runs his tongue along your bottom lip then, asking it to part, and when it does, pulls you roughly against him, free hand dropping to your ass. His tongue battles strong against yours, bittersweet with the taste of beer.

You feel yourself intoxicated with the taste of him, the smell of him, the feeling as his hips purposefully rut into yours. You want him to mark you again, give you something to hide, something to make half-assed excuses over when people spot it. You want him to make you his.

You moan into his mouth, hands finding his hair, and he grips you tighter.

“Shut – the fuck – up,” he snaps between kisses.

He pauses only to listen to Hank tumble out of the bathroom and back downstairs, then gives you a peck on the lips with a cocky smile.

Suddenly he’s at your neck, lips kissing, tongue licking, teeth grazing, and then he’s making his way down, over your breasts, breath hot and unsteady on your heaving chest.

You can hear the booming laughter of the men downstairs. Their shouts and calls at the television. It all echoes up the stairs, floating in under the slit of light from the hallway outside.

Joel’s on his knees now, placing delicate kisses up your thighs. His hands pull your weight onto his shoulders, fingers taking hold of the hem of your skirt and hiking it up. When he reaches your underwear, he looks up, a dark look in his eyes. A question.

“Quiet,” you mutter, nodding, and buck your hips toward him in attempt to hurry him the fuck up.

He smirks at your neediness and kisses you over the lacey fabric of your panties. You bite your lip to keep a moan from escaping your lips. Joel’s eyebrows raise, waiting for you to make a sound. When you don’t, he pulls the fabric back.

He positions himself perfectly at your sex, pulling your thighs a little wider apart over his shoulders. Your head falls against the wall behind you, but your eyes stay locked on him, watching every little move he makes.

He starts by placing his lips against your clit gently, and your eyes roll to the back of your head. He’s soft, warm, but with a hunger for more.

He sucks there for a minute, your hips rolling against his mouth, vision becoming clouded with stars in the darkness of the closet. Your hands tease his hair, gripping and pulling harder the more pressure he applies to your core, the closer he drags you to your high.

When he pulls away, a tiny gasp passes your lips. You expect him to get mad, punish you for making noise, but he just grins to himself and dives back in.

His tongue licks along your folds and you have to bite down on your sleeve this time. It’s no use, your moan breaks free and fills the tiny space, but Joel’s groaning too as he tastes you for the second time in three days.

“So – fucking – good for me, darlin’,” he whispers when he comes up for air, then gets right back to it.

His fingers grip your thighs so tight it almost hurts, keeping you steady. His head drops a little lower, and you feel his breath across your lips.

“Joel,” you moan, and he looks up. “Need your tongue.”

When he drags it between your folds and dips ever so slightly inside you, your back arches, shoulders digging into the wall. You’re doing everything not to scream, his tongue lapping you up, nose rubbing against your clit, but you’re nearing closer and closer to your orgasm.

“Keep – going – fuck, Joel,” you breathe, eyes screwed shut, hands tangling in his hair, pulling his head closer against you.

“Shh,” he’s cooing now against your cunt, pulling a hand under your thigh to insert two fingers as his tongue massages your clit. “I know, I know,” he says, lifting his chin. “Poor baby just wanted some attention, huh?”

You smile, eyes closing in bliss as his tongue reattaches to your core. You whimper his name as your walls start to close around him.

Just then, a roar lets out from the living room, and the coil snaps. You cry out, moaning Joel’s name as you cum on his tongue, your sweet noises drowned out by the thunderous cheers from downstairs.

You swear you feel Joel smirk against your wetness as you unravel for him.

You’re panting, hands still clinging onto his hair for stability, as he pulls away from your cunt and leans back. He gently rolls your thighs off of his shoulders and helps you to stand, before his tall figure straightens up in front of you.

You instinctively grab his shirt and pull his lips against yours, wanting to taste yourself on his tongue. Joel’s breath hitches when your teeth graze his bottom lip and you pull away, releasing it.

“I fucking love this,” you mutter, and he laughs.

“Yeah? I just missed a whole inning ‘cause of you.”

“Worth it.” You smile as he opens the door, checking the coast is clear before letting you out first.

“Where the hell you two been?” your dad asks as you both rejoin the group.

“Missed one hell of a play, you pair.” Hank raises his glass toward the television.

You sit a little distance from each other on the couch, your needs fully satisfied, and Joel clears his throat.

“Was showin’ her my new six-string.”

You notice him out of the corner of your eye licking his lips. Fucker.

Your dad shakes his head with a laugh, spinning the recliner back to face the screen. “First baseball, now guitars. What has gotten into you, lately, hon?”

“Hey, Joel?” Bill sits forward, leaning over the coffee table to Joel, who lifts his head in reply. “You mind showin’ me that six-string after the game?”

You choke on your beer and Hank’s hand comes up to clap you on the back. “You alright, girl?”

“Maybe, maybe,” Joel replies, trying to ignore you, coughing and spluttering at his side.

With a few more good whacks from Hank and a clean sip of your drink, you recover just enough to join the conversation.

“It’s a really neat guitar, Bill.”

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softdoctorreid · 2 years

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shaping up | reid x reader

summary: overhearing someone describe him as having a ‘dad bod’ has spencer feeling self-conscious. you decide to surprise him with some news about just how fitting the term is.

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It had been a long case. While it wasn’t too far from home and everybody lived this time, Spencer was exhausted and tired of motel life. All he wanted was to get back to you and return to the domestic bliss of your life together. It was almost harder when the Bureau sent them somewhere that was just far away enough to warrant not traveling back each night - knowing that you were just within driving distance but he couldn’t see you. So when the case closed and the only thing standing between him and an overdue reunion with his wife was wrapping up at the local police station, he was happy to take on any task to get on the road as soon as possible.

While he raced through the station turning in paperwork and signing off on documents, he overheard JJ trying to placate some of the reporters gathered in the lobby. Though she was a profiler now, she still knew the magic words for getting the media to disappear. There were two younger reporters, giggling and glancing back at the table where the team was dismantling the bulletin board.

“Sorry, I just can’t keep all the names straight. Who was the agent at the arrest again? The one with the dad bod?” one of them asked.

“Do you mean Simmons?” JJ asked, turning to point.

The reporter shook her head. “No, he’s totally jacked - I mean the one with the sweater and curly hair?”

“Ohh. I see, that would be Dr. Reid.” This time JJ pointed at him, and the reporters murmured in agreement. He puzzled over it the whole ride back to Quantico. How could they mean him? Simmons was the only member of the team who was a father. But the reporters had seemed so certain. It didn’t make any sense. Determined to solve the mystery, he made a point to walk out with JJ.

“I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop,” he explained. “But I overheard you talking with the reporters earlier. Can I ask you – what did they mean when they said I had a… dad bod?”

Jennifer smiled sympathetically at him, the look she often had when he asked something he knew must be obvious to everyone else. “Just a way people are describing a certain body type. It’s based on the way guys with kids tend to stop working out and get a little soft. But don’t worry, it’s not a bad thing,” she added, patting his arm. “According to the internet, dad bods are all the rage right now.”

To Spencer, it sure felt like a bad thing. After all, he wasn’t a dad. What excuse did he have to fall out of shape? Not that he’d ever particularly been in shape, the only physical activity he didn’t completely abhor was the kind that involved you, a private place, and ample foreplay. And he knew he’d gotten a little softer in recent months, but it felt weird to have it pointed out, especially by two strangers.

Simmons was a father, but he looked like he could do one-handed push-ups with every one of his kids on his back. Morgan didn’t lose his trademark abs after Hank’s birth. And then there was him, childless and yet the first one to be pointed out as “soft” without having any reason to be. The thought followed him like a cloud, and by the time he got home his mood was completely dampened.

You noticed the second he walked in the door. “I thought you told me everyone lived this time,” you said.

He tilted his head, confused. “Yeah. They did.”

“Then what’s got you looking so grumpy?” you asked, tracing the tip of your finger over the distinct frown he wore.

He started to dissent but you cut him off with a pointed look that told him it was a lost cause to lie. Clearly years of being around profilers was rubbing off on you. “It was just something this reporter said.”

You pulled him down to sit on the couch. “About the case?”

“No, about… about me. About how I have a dad bod.” He hated how silly it sounded to say out loud.

A soft laugh escaped your lips before you caught yourself, trying to fight a smile. “And here I thought you didn’t know pop culture.”

Embarrassed, he busied himself with taking off his tie. “I don’t. I mean, I didn’t know that. But JJ explained it to me. It just made me feel weird, being described that way. I know I’m not exactly in shape, but I guess I didn’t expect other people to notice.” Spencer hadn’t counted on anyone else paying attention to the fit of his trousers or the way his sweaters clung to his body now that he’d filled out. Or at least he’d hoped his self-consciousness was unfounded, that his awareness of the ways his body had changed since Millburn didn’t extend to those around him. But if that wasn’t the case, maybe he needed to cut back on morning donut runs, or eliminate the sugar from his coffee. Anything to avoid being labeled the way he had been.

You set a hand on his thigh, unfazed by his self-deprication. “Well, from what I hear, a dad bod is pretty hot,” you purred.

Spencer pulled away from your touch, crossing his arms over his middle. “Is it?” he asked, not intending the edge that crept into his voice. “Because to me, it just sounds like a nicer way to say I’ve let myself go! I mean, what does that say about me when I don’t even have the excuse of being busy taking care of a kid or being a dad?”

He expected you to have some carefully crafted response at the ready, or at least some sweet nothings of validation, but you just shook your head, smiling. “Oh, babe. You’re that upset about this?”

Clearly he was. How had you gone from reading his expression so easily to acting surprised by what he told you? Annoyed by your lack of understanding, he just huffed a sigh. To his surprise, you stood up from the couch and walked to the kitchen. “Wait, where are you going?” he asked.

“To try and turn that frown upside down.” You returned with a brown paper bag in hand, setting it on the coffee table before sitting down next to him. “I know you’re not feeling great about it right now, but that dad bod of yours is going to be pretty useful.”

This vague hedging wasn’t your usual reaction to his discomfort, and he didn’t understand why you were so upbeat about this. “How, exactly?”

Your eyes softened, the corners of your mouth tugging upwards as you fought back a grin. “Spence,” you said, as though it was so obvious. “How do you think? When you’re a dad.” He bit his lip, puzzling over your words. They just didn’t make sense - he wasn’t a dad, that was the point. But you just raised your eyebrows, nodding slowly, waiting for it to sink in. “Do you understand what I’m trying to tell you?”

What you were trying to… wait. Spencer froze, not even daring to blink. “You don’t mean–?”

“Yeah,” you said, the grin shining through in full. “Yeah, I do. Look in the bag.”

His gaze fell on the paper bag beside you, and he couldn’t even breathe for a moment, hands shaking as he grabbed it. It was like the whole world went quiet as he reached inside and withdrew a copy of Goodnight Moon. The book opened easily, and there tucked amidst the pages was a pregnancy test. With two lines. Pregnant.

When he looked back at you, he couldn’t even manage to form words. “I was going to surprise you with it tomorrow,” you told him. “But I felt like you needed something good right about now. So, see? You were just shaping up for your new role. You’ve always been ahead of the curve,” you laughed.

When he tried to laugh with you, it came out as a half-sob, tears springing to his eyes. “I’m going to be a dad?” he asked.

“You are.” Now you were starting to cry, too. “You’re gonna be the best dad.”

“Oh my god,” he said, pulling you into his arms in the tightest of hugs as the happiness overtook him completely. “We’re going to have a baby! Thank you. Thank you.” Becoming a father had long been a dream of his, one he so badly wanted to realize with you. And now that dream was finally coming true, the love of his life carrying his child, turning the Reid household into a family of three.

“Do you feel better now?” you asked him, wiping the tears from his cheeks.

He just nodded, answering in the form of a kiss. “Much, much better,” he said, when he finally pulled away. “Nothing else matters. I’m so happy, Y/N. This is the best news ever. I love you, I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” you giggled. “You’re gonna be putting that body to good use, you know. I’ll want to cuddle with you all the time. And they say skin-to-skin contact is important for newborns.”

“It is. Kangaroo care, as some specialists call it, is shown to help infants regulate their heartbeat, breathing and body temperature, as well as facilitating parent-child bonding and reducing crying.”

“See? You’re already an expert.” You inched closer to him on the couch, resting one hand on his waist, your thumb stroking over his tummy. “And I meant it when I said dad bods are hot. I mean, right now, Spence? I look at you and all I see is a DILF. You know what that one means, right?”

Spencer’s breath caught. “Yes,” he said carefully. “Yes, I do.”

“And?”

“And,” he said, caressing your cheek, his eyes roaming over your body. “I could never say no to that.”

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#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid #dad bod spence #we were really robbed of dad!spencer

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starryeyedadmirer · 6 months

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In the thick silence of the spacious den, Max sat on the couch with his father, Hank, fidgeting with his fingers as Hank flipped through a magazine.

"Dad, I've been thinking.” Max awkwardly began, choking on his own saliva, "What other powers do I have? You know, like… other than lifting stuff with my mind, and setting things on fire?”

Hank looked up from his magazine, his face riddled with guilt. He’d been keeping a secret from Max for far too long… and, hearing the heaviness in his son’s voice, he knew that it was finally time to come clean. Preparing to rip off the band-aid, he took a deep breath and looked into Max's eyes.

"Max.” He sighed. “You do have… another power. Um… your mother and I didn’t think it would ever come up again, but I can’t do this anymore. I can’t lie to you. Your secret power is… the ability to get pregnant, gestate a very powerful life-force inside of you, and give birth to super-babies at a highly accelerated rate."

Max's eyes widened in surprise. "Wait, what? Are you serious?"

Feeling a huge weight lift from his shoulders, Hank nodded solemnly. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, this time. It's just... I know it's not the type of power you'd expect, and I was worried about how you'd react again. I didn't know how to tell you, Max. Your mother and I thought that it would be best if we just kept it a secret."

Max processed the revelation fairly quickly, as though it was something that he’d already experienced in a series of strange dreams. "So, you're saying I can, like, impregnate myself… and progress through a whole pregnancy in only a few minutes?"

Hank nodded again. "Yes. That’s it. Actually, you've had several babies before… and they’re all super-ing around, somewhere out there… but we had your memories wiped, so that you wouldn't remember the experiences.”

A mix of disappointment and intrigue clouding his thoughts, Max decided to put his unique ability to the test. He had always wondered what his hidden ability was… truly… and, while his father’s answer might not be what he had imagined, it was undeniably fascinating. With a mischievous grin, he couldn't resist the urge to impregnate himself on the spot, curious to witness the rapid transformation firsthand. He focused, feeling a surge of energy coursing through his veins. Within moments, his belly began to expand, swelling with life.

'I can feel it, Dad!” Max exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement. "I can feel the baby growing inside of me! Woah!”

Hank watched his son, realizing the impact this revelation had on him. He felt a pang of remorse for keeping Max in the dark for so long.

Max's disappointment transformed into a sense of pride. He may not have had the traditional powers of a superhero, or the great adoration and respect from the public that his father had, but he did possess the miraculous ability to bring life into the world in a way no one else could. And in his eyes, that was pretty cool.

"Max, I know it might sound strange, but I need you to understand that your power isn’t as useless, or frivolous as it may seem.” Hank explained as his son’s face beamed, his tone gentle. "If the Thundermans ever find themselves needing to recruit an army, you would be the guy for the job."

Max's eyes widened in realization. "You mean, I could create an entire army in a matter of minutes? Just by impregnating myself?"

“Exactly! Now, go to your room and give birth to that baby. If this time is anything like the last, your contractions are gonna start soon. Oh, and bring the kid back down here when you’re done. I think we’ll let you keep this one.”

#starry eyes #quick write #mpreg edit #max thunderman #jack griffo #jack griffo belly/tummy #jack griffo mpreg

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doudouneverte · 1 year

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Precious ones

a/n: I just notice that I don't know you, I'll be happy to talk with you but right now I give you that...

*not my GIFs*

Yelena Belova x Stark!Reader; Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader; Scott Lang x Female!Reader(platonic); Hope van Dyne x Female!Reader(platonic); Cassie Lang x Female!Reader(platonic); Avengers x Female!Reader

Summary: you may have been married to the blonde widow since nearly two years now but nobody knew. When your father learnt that he didn't totally act like you except.

Type: generally Fluff but a big Angst part

Warning: mention of blood, car accident and mention of death

word count : 4771 (it's long sorry)

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"I'm glad it's finished; I need to take a shower and sleep," Yelena said. She was back from a mission with the Avengers. She joined them four months ago, and to be honest, you were the one who convinced her. You were relieved to know she was not alone, and you were sure your father would protect her even if he didn't know who she was for you.

"Oh, come on, Yelena, it was fun." Natasha said, and her sister glared at her.

"You were not the one who almost got hit by the green giant." She replied, and Bruce looked at the ground.

"Mr. Stark, Y/n just arrived at the compound." Friday said, and everybody looked at Tony.

"Thank you, Friday. Let her know we will lend in 10 minutes." He replied, and when he met the curious faces of the others, he explained, "Guys, be ready to meet someone really important to me."

Now all the Avengers were more curious. Okay, maybe not all, Yelena was not curious; she was happy. It's been two weeks since the last time she saw you. You both have been married for one year and a half now, but nobody knew except three people. Antonia and Selina, two widows who were with you at this moment, and your mom Pepper. You hadn't told your father yet because you hadn't really found the time, and Pepper promised she would let you announce it to him.

Ten minutes later, like promised, they were walking to the living room in the compound. They were greeted by Friday and then by Pepper and Morgan. And when your little sister finally finished hugging everyone, you came back from the kitchen.

"Guys, let me introduce you to one of my favorite people in the world, my older daughter, Y/n Stark." Your father said, and you rolled your eyes at his attitude while everyone was shocked by his revelation.

"Nice to meet you." Steve was the first to come back to his senses. "I'm–"

"Steve Roger, aka Captain America." You cut him off. "To be honest, I know all of you." you said, and you paused your eyes on the two new recruits behind them. "And you two should be the news recruits Kate Bishop and Yelena Belova, right?" You said, and the brunette nodded frantically while the blonde just smiled.

"Why didn't we see you earlier?" Natasha asked, and despite the fact that her sister groaned loudly, you chuckled.

"I was working in San Francisco, with Hope. I think you know her as ‘The Wasp’." you said

"Wait, Scott's girlfriend?" Sam asked, and you nodded.

"And she didn't like to spend her time with her dad anymore." your dad added, and you playfully groaned.

"Oh, come on don't say that, it's just that I don't like the parties, but it's okay now." you said

"You want to come to my new party?" he asked.

"Definitely not. But, I move on in New York." You announced, and he raised his eyebrows, he knew how much you liked to work with the daughter of Hank, she was like your big sister. "I decided to spend more time with my little sister, so I joined Stark Industri." You explained, and he couldn't help but hug you tightly.

"Does that mean I will see you more often?" He asked, and you nodded.

After that, you properly introduced yourself and spent the afternoon with them before you went back to your house. Yelena had to finish her paperwork before she could leave, so when she was working, the rest of the Avengers were in front of the TV, watching a movie, when Kate broke the silence.

"Did you see how Yelena reacted when she saw Y/n?" she asked, and everyone thought for a moment before agreeing. "I think she likes her, but I can be totally wrong." she said.

"Yeah, but Y/n has a ring on her finger." Natasha said.

"Don't worry, it's nothing." Tony said, and everybody looked at him confused. "She just really likes jewels, that's why she always wears rings." he explained.

"Yelena is the same. She always wears rings." Natasha said.

"I think we should let them know each other more." Kate proposed, and everyone nodded.

Two months after you almost spent all your free time in the compound, you were searching for the right moment to talk to your father about you and the Russian, but that was never really the right occasion. If he wasn't too busy with his work, you were working; if you were both free, your wife was busy, and you promised her to wait for her to tell him. But even with that, all the heroes seem to have noticed that you quickly became close to the blonde; they thought it was a good friendship. You both decided to keep your relationship secret until you talked with your father and her sister. Yeah, even the great spy Natasha Romanoff was unaware that her own sister was married.

You were in the kitchen with Natasha and Kate when Yelena came, "Hi Yelena." You greeted her without even looking at her. For everyone, it would be a little weird, but we talk about Yelena Belova, a super train widow, she was very discreet, so it was funny to see the face of the archer when she saw you recognize the footsteps of her friend when she couldn't yet.

"Hi Y/n, were you not supposed to work now?" she asked.

"Yeah, but I had something to finish before." you said, and you finished what you were doing. "Oh, I brought a new toy for Fanny. I left it in my dad's lab." you said before leaving the room.

"See you later!" the blonde shoots at you.

"See you later!" you yelled back.

When you were out of the room, Natasha cleared her throat, and her sister looked at her. "Oh, good morning, Nat, and good morning, Kate. I didn't see you." she said, and now her sister was surprised; it was not the type of Yelena to not greet her first in the morning. Of course she was happy to see her sister was making a new friend, but usually no one came before her. She wanted to say something, but Yelena started to leave the room. "I will train, but before I will pass by the lab." she announced and left.

"Wow, did you see that?" Kate was the first to talk after a moment. "Y/n could tell it was Yelena without even looking; do you think she had a superpower or something like that?" she asked, and the older Russian shook her head.

"No, I don't think so, but it's true; it's weird; even Bucky and Steve can't tell when Yelena walks to them, but the strange thing was that she greeted her, but she totally didn't acknowledge us." she said, and Kate chuckled. "What's so funny?" the older redhead asked.

"You're jealous that your sister didn't say 'hi' to you first." She said and quickly left before Natasha could do anything to her.

In the lab, Tony was working when Yelena came. "Hey little spider, how can I help you?" he asked, and your wife rolled her eyes.

"Y/n, said she brought a new toy for Fanny, and she left it here." She said, and Tony pointed to a bag in a corner of the lab. When Yelena opened it, she found not only the toy but also a new vest you brought her with a card. She smiled at herself and texted you to thank you.

Two days later, she was out on a mission with Tony, Steve, and Natasha, and the redhead noticed the change.

"Oh, it's new," she said, and Yelena followed her gaze and looked at her new vest.

"Oh, yes. Y/n brought it to me when she brought the new toy for Fanny," the blonde explained, and your father frowned his eyebrows.

"I know you are close, but I didn’t think it was her thing to bring a gift for her new friend. I think she really likes you." He said, and Yelena smirked. Of course you like her; more than that, you love her, and you promised to spend the rest of your life with her.

When she returned from her mission, she immediately left the compound and made her way to your shared house. There she found you asleep on the couch with the TV on; she knew you waited for her. She turned off the TV and delicately picked you up to your bedroom; after she placed you under the blanket, she took a shower and slid next to you.

The next month, everyone was almost pissed by the fact that you were both oblivious by the way you looked at each other with heart eyes. But today was the day, Pepper was here with Morgan, your dad should come back from a mission with your wife, and you decided to finally tell him.

On their mission, Tony and Yelena found Antonia and Selina, and the blonde invited them into the compound and afterwards to your house for dinner. During the flyback, they didn't hesitate to tease them about you, and that made Tony laugh even if he didn't know who they were talking about.

"Tony, you should have seen her before," Selina started. "She was a badass widow, and now she's so soft. We call her the ‘soft widow’." she said, and Yelena groaned.

"Oh, why do you have this long face, soft widow? Do you miss your wife?" Antonia asked.

"Wait, wife?" Tony asked, visibly shocked.

"Yeah, the soft widow has had a beautiful wife for nearly two years now." Selina announced, and his jaw dropped. But before he could say anything, the jet lent, and the three women ran out. To be true, Antonia and Selina ran for their lives while Yelena chased them.

You were in the kitchen, and everyone was in the living room, when you heard two familiar voices screaming playfully. When they entered the living room, they quickly hid behind the older widow. "Natasha, help us. Softy Widow wants to kill us." Antonia said, and you sighed.

"Who's Softy Widow?" Natasha was clearly confused, but Yelena quickly appeared in front of her, and the two women screamed like little girls, and that made your little sister laugh. Fortunately for them, you walked from the kitchen at the same moment Tony entered the living room.

"Please Y/n calm your crazy wife." Selina said while she was running to you with Antonia. You let them hide behind you, and everyone vanished when you saw Yelena stop in front of you with her disappointed face.

"детка(babe) I love you, but let me kill them just today." She said, and you chuckled.

"Oh, baby girl, you know you can't kill them," you replied. "And they're our witnesses, you'll not kill our witnesses, right?" You added kissing her nose, and she stopped.

You were in your bubble when Natasha and Tony cleared their throats, but before they could say anything, Kate seemed to want to exteriorize her emotion. "What's the hell?!!" she yelled, and you both looked at her.

You smiled awkwardly and looked at everyone. "Surprise? I think." You said. Natasha was furious, Pepper was scared for you, Morgan was surprisingly happy, and your dad was...not there anymore. Tony left without even getting noticed. When you didn't hear him say anything you knew where he was.

"Yelena, what's the hell?" the redhead asked and her sister was now a little scared too.

The blonde looked at you and squeezed your hand "Go find him I'll handle this," she said and you raised your eyebrows at her "don't worry she'll not kill me, but I'm not sure about you." She added and you kissed her before quickly leaving. Now the young widow was facing the rest of the room.

You were in front of the lab, and the doors were closed, pretty uncommon. "Mr. Stark doesn't want to be disturbed." Friday informed you.

"Oh, come on Friday. I really need to talk to him," you pleaded.

"Sorry, MissStark, but even you can't come." The AI said.

"Friday, we both know I know how to open this door with or without your consent. And we both know I can easily hack you to turn you off. So, please." You said, and the AI didn't say anything for a moment. You were sure if she could, she would sighed, but she finally opened the doors, and you rushed in.

Tony was moving some boxes on the big table, he noticed some footsteps but didn't turn around. "Friday, I thought I was clear when I said I didn't want anyone here." He said.

"Um. I think we need to talk." You said, and he finally turned around to look at you.

"Oh, you want to talk now?" he asked sarcastically.

"Listen, I know we should have told you earlier, but we didn't find the right time."

"Since when?"

"What?"

"Since when you two are-? You know."

"Two years soon."

"TWO YEARS?" He yelled, and you flinched. "You didn't find the right time during those two years?". He asked.

"I know it's long, but we both know we couldn't see each other for the last two years." You said, and you started to walk back and forth in the lab. "I know you are angry, but—."

"No!" He cut you off. "I'm not just angry, Y/n. I'm also sad and shocked. It's been nearly two years since my daughter got married, and I didn't know. And what pisses me off the most is that you were not even the one who told me. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know."

"We were used to telling each other everything. How did something like that happen?"

"I know. I think I was scared."

He sighed, and you stopped to look at him. "Did Natasha know?"

"No, we wanted to talk with the both of you. But Pepper knew."

"Pepper?" He repeated, and he scuffed.

"She's my mom."

"Yes, but I'm your dad too, did you forget that? What happened to the little girl that I raised and always made sure she could tell me everything?" He asked and walked out of the room.

"She just grew up." You replied when he passed beside you, and he left without arguing more. You stayed in the lab for an hour; crying alone, when you heard someone come.

"Hey, Yelena said we could find you here." Antonia said. You wiped away your tears before facing her. The two widows looked at you and your pitiful state. Selina didn't say anything and just hugged you. "We're sorry." Antonia said, and you looked at her.

"Oh, no, it's nothing. I think you helped me in a way." You replied and tried to smile. "You both came tonight?" you asked them, and they nodded.

When you left the lab with your two friends, you saw Natasha. She was on the couch, and when you approached her to say your goodbyes, she didn't even acknowledge you. This night, the girls spent the night trying to cheer you up.

The next day, you went to the tower to pick up some files for work. Kate didn't leave your side; she asked you a lot of questions about you and Yelena. It was cute, and you were happy to finally talk about the woman who owned your heart, but right now you needed to talk to someone. So after the questions about your first meeting, and who asked who, you successfully found a way to escape in your dad's lab.

In there, you were surprised to find Natasha and Pepper talking about something that visibly concerned you because they stopped immediately when they saw you.

"Hey sweetheart. I thought you were already at work." Your mom said.

"Hi mom. Hi Natasha. I will go. I just wanted to talk with dad before." You said.

"He was tired from last night, so he should be sleeping right now." Pepper said, and you nodded.

"Okay, bye. I'll see you next week." You added before leaving.

"She looks desperate," Natasha said when you were out of earshot.

"She always was a daddy girl, she spent all her time with Tony. But he doesn't seem to approve of her relationship with your sister, so I think it's the best condition she could be in, actually." The blonde explained.

"But why didn't she tell him anything?"

"She wanted to, trust me. She just waited for the right time. They had planned to announce to you when they'd find a way to reunite you and Tony with them in privacy. But every time you were the three of you together, it was the time she was in San Francisco, and when she moved here, you were a little hostile towards her because your sister was mesmerized by her wife."

"Do you think I scared her?"

"Oh, don't worry, Natasha; she needs more than a shovel talk from an ex-assassin to be scared. But I think she's worried about not being enough for your sister."

You didn't find your dad, and you needed to leave for San Francisco this afternoon for a week; Yelena was out with Antonia and Selina. When you were ready to leave, you texted your wife and your father, even if you knew he wouldn't reply soon.

Two days later, you were with Hope and Cassie on the couch, talking about all that had happened since you left. "Wait, how did you want him to act when he just learned that her daughter got married to an ex-assassin?" Hope asked, and you rolled your eyes.

"Oh, come on, we all know she's not like that anymore." You said.

"Yeah, Softy Widow is totally different with you." Cassie said, and you looked at her confused.

"How do you know this nickname?" You asked.

"She came for a visit last month with Selina and Antonia, and they didn't stop to call her that." The young girl replied.

"You know she would kill you if you call her that in front of her." You replied playfully.

"Oh, come on, she loves me, I'm her best niece." She said with an amusing tone.

"You're technically her only niece," you said, and she rolled her eyes. "So, let's talk about something else. Like how my little Cassie is becoming a delinquent."

"Oh, come on. It was not bad." The young girl said and you chuckled.

"You miniaturized a police car. It's a little bad, but I'm not Scott, so, I'll let it slide." Hope said.

"You're a pretty bad mom, Hope." You said dramatically, and the girls laughed.

You spent the rest of the day talking and laughing with them, and Scott came a few hours later. You were grateful to see him, even if he was not the smartest of all of you, he was the one who always helped you with your family issues.

"Oh, it's a huge problem." Scott said, and you sighed. "I mean, I don't want to take his side, but honestly, if it were Cassie, I would act the same. Listen, you know how much he likes you, it's just a question of time. Let him process the changes and show him how Yelena could be a Softy Widow." he said, and you laughed.

"You really have a death wish in this family." You replied, and he smiled.

"I'm glad to see you smile. And don't worry, she already almost killed me the last time I called her like that, but she's not here." He said, and you laughed. "I have some ideas if you want me to help you," he added.

You were grateful for the time you spent with them; it was fun to see Scott come up with a few things you could do to make up with Tony. When you left at the end of the week, you were sad, but you promised to come with your wife the next time. When your flight landed in New York, you had already missed your time in San Francisco, but you were glad to see your favorite blonde again.

You texted your dad to let him know you were back, and you weren't surprised when he didn't reply. A little upset, you reached your car and started to drive to your home. The ride was pretty cool, and Friday told you that Yelena was required on an emergency mission. Okay, it was not really how you wanted to be greeted, but you knew how it was to be an avenger.

At a red light, you noticed a car that suspiciously followed you. It was not uncommon for some people to follow you when they knew that you were the daughter of Tony Stark. They usually just wanted a photo or to talk about business. At another red light, you took your phone and texted Pepper to let her know that you should be back a little later than expected. When the light turned green, you drove, but you didn’t see the same car speed up in your direction until it was too late.

On the other side of the state, the Avengers were coming back visibly exhausted by their mission when Friday alerted them:

"Mr. Stark, Mrs. Belova, you have an incoming call from Mrs. Pott."

The Avengers exchanged curious looks.

"Take it." Tony said, and the AI did. "Hey Pepper, how are you?" He asked.

"Good, but I need you and Yelena to come here asap." She replied, and everybody was worried because of the little fear in her tone.

"What's happening?" Your father asked.

"It's Y/n. She got involved in a car crash." She successfully mumbled while she was sobbing.

"Where is she?" Yelena asked, clearly worried.

"In the hospital, I'll send you the address." Your mom said. After she sent them the address, the heroes didn't wait to come.

Pepper was waiting for any information, while everyone burst into the hospital. She fell apart in the arms of your father before she tried to comfort your wife. They didn’t have time to sit until a doctor reached them.

“Mr. Stark, Mrs. Pott, I’m happy to see you. Did any of you know who Mrs. Belova is?” they asked.

“It’s me.” Yelena said, and it brought the attention of everybody.

The doctor nodded and gave her a little comforting smile. They took some steps away from the group before they told them about what happened to you and what they were doing in the operating room. After that, they joined the group, who were as worried as them.

“How is she?” Steve asked first.

“They almost finished the operation, so we need to wait.” Pepper informed them.

“But what happened?” Kate asked this time.

“Someone provoked an intentional accident, and she was obviously the target.” Yelena replied, and the group didn’t ask anything else. “She shouldn’t be here.” the blonde mumbled.

“Hey, it’s okay Yelena nobody couldn’t predict that.” Natasha said.

“No, that’s not what I mean. She shouldn’t have taken this trip to San Francisco if YOU’d decided to act like an adult and talk with her.” she said, pointing to Tony.

“What do you mean?” your father asked, visibly angry at your wife’s accusations.

“You know exactly what I mean. If you had taken the time to talk with her, she wouldn't have booked a flight for Hope’s support. If you’d act like a parent and didn’t use this mission to avoid the conversation, she would never take her car and never get here right now.” She explained. “I joined you because she wanted to make sure I could have somebody if something happened to me, but now, because of that, I couldn’t protect her.” Her tears started to fall on her cheeks.

Kate didn’t wait to lead Yelena to the nearest bathroom, leaving the team totally surprised and speechless. Natasha followed the two girls, but not before sending a terrifying glare at Tony. In the bathroom, Yelena was crying while the archer tried to comfort her, even though she knew it was impossible. A few minutes later, Natasha came with a water bottle.

“Hey, take this.” she said while handing the bottle to her little sister. The blonde took it but didn’t say anything. A few seconds passed before the older sister spoke again, “Don’t worry, I’m sure she’ll be alright.”

“I know.” Yelena replied, “But I should be here; I promise to never let anything happen to her. If I didn’t go on this mission, we would be at home right now.”

“If you weren’t there, I could be the one here.” Kate said, and the blonde chuckled.

“You really need to learn how to fight Kate Bishop,” your wife said. She wanted to say something else when she received a text from Hope asking how you were. "Sorry, I need to call Hope.” she said before excusing herself.

A little over an hour later, the doctor came to tell them that the operation was successful, and they transferred you to a private bedroom. And that was where your father and your wife were—only the two of them because the other had plans for the rest of the day.

There was an awkward silence because of the earlier argument. Tony came back after a little trip to the vending machine, and he sat on the second chair near your bed. He took a deep breath, and the woman looked at him. “I’m sorry,” your father said.

“Excuse me?” The Russian asked; she was ready for another argument or sneaky comment, not an apology.

“I’m sorry for how I acted since last week. Hope told me everything you did for her and I thank you for that. I'm truly happy for you, it’s just that we used to tell everything and suddenly I learn that she’s married.” The billionaire said.

“Yeah it’s too much.” The blonde chuckled.

“Yeah that’s it…”

“She wanted to wait for you but somewhere we knew that it may never happen so we did at the moment. But believe me, when I said I never regret this decision. She’s the love of my life, she’s the one who taught me to love properly since the Red Room and just for that I would give her my life even if she’s not ready to do that in return.” Yelena explained.

“We all know that I can give you anything for you, even my life.” You said, and the two of them looked at you. “Hey guys. How are you?” you said with a weak voice.

Tony called a doctor, and only a dew later a nurse and doctor were in your room doing some tests and asked you some questions to be sure everything was alright. They told you what happened and that they will keep you for three more days. In the evening you were in your bed with Yelena cuddling with you because it’s been a while since you were able to see each other.

“So, with my dad? I hope you didn’t strangle him.” You joked.

“I was about to but I know how much you love him so I had to restrain myself.” she replied and you laughed. “I missed it.” she said softly.

“What?” you asked.

“Your laugh. Your smile. You. I miss you.” she replied, and you grinned.

“It’s only been a week, babe,” you said.

“I know, but it was a really long week. I had to support my sister and all her friends, and the pranks of Selina and Antonia.” she said, and you laughed.

“And what does my little drama queen need me to do to make up for this.” you cooed.

“Don’t do that again.” She replied, and you kissed her forehead.

“Okay, next time, I'll bring you with me." You said but she didn’t seem relieved.

“No, I meant don’t scare me like this, I thought I lost you. We both know I would not be able to live in a world without you.” She said, and with her tone, you were sure she was totally serious.

“Don’t worry, my love, I will always be with you no matter what.” You reassured her. “Now let’s sleep because tomorrow everyone will be here and they’ll not give us enough time to sleep.” you said, and she nodded.

“Good night, moya lyubov' (my love),” she said, and she kissed you.

“Good night, my love.” you replied.

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thebisexualdogdad · 1 year

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Heyy, do you write for cassie Lang? If yes, can I get a Cassie×male reader that is basically like your Abby littman story "the talk" but with Scott finding you making out in her bed

A/N: Combining with another request I got: Can I request a cassie lang×male reader where Scott caught them?

Cassie Lang x Male!reader

You're on top of Cassie as she's slowly unbuttoning your shirt while you're making out in her bed, you had the Lang house to yourselves and were taking full advantage of it.

She runs her hands down your now exposed chest and moans when your thigh presses up into her center giving her something to grind against for some much needed friction.

"Cass I'm home early- oh my god!" Scott says immediately covering his eyes when he walks into Cassie's room catching you and his daughter in this… intimate position.

"Dad!" Cassie shouts, shoving you away from her and you fall off the bed hitting the floor with a loud thud.

"Um hi mister Lang," you say awkwardly, peaking your head over the edge of the bed to gauge how much trouble you were in but he didn't seem mad or upset, just confused.

"Hey Y/N… so are you two like… boyfriend and girlfriend?" Scott asks, nervously removing his hand from his eyes to find you on your feet again and buttoning your shirt back up while Cassie is sitting up and hugging a pillow to her chest out of embarrassment.

"You didn't know? We've been dating for months," Cassie says raising an eyebrow, "why do you think we've been spending so much time together?"

"I don't know! I just thought you guys were really good buddies!" Scott replies.

"Seriously? He comes over for dinner at least twice a week," Cassie states, "and Hank literally made a joke a few days ago about Y/N being your future son in law."

"I'm sorry! I still forget you're grown up now and that means boys and sex and-"

"Oh god please don't say that word," Cassie begs.

"Sex? Sex is normal Cassie I mean your mom and I had to have sex to have you," Scott rambles.

"Gross! Stop talking!" Cassie shouts.

"Sir Cassie and I aren't- we haven't-" you say trying to fix the situation but Scott cuts you off.

"Y/N I like you and I think you are good for Cassie, I can accept that my little girl isn't so little anymore all I ask is that you use protection… you know when you do have sex."

Cassie groans and lays back, putting the pillow over her face, very okay with suffocating to death in that moment if it meant getting out of this conversation.

"Yes sir," you nod.

"Don't call me sir, it's Scott… or should I make you call me sir? Is that what dads are supposed to do with their daughters boyfriends? Does calling me sir make me seem more intimidating?" He keeps rambling.

"Dad please leave," Cassie pleas.

"Alright I'll go… but I'm leaving the door open," he says looking between you two like he's trying to make a point, "but Cassie if you ever want to talk about… things… we can do that."

"Okay bye," she says removing the pillow from her face as Scott finally leaves the room.

"So I think that went well," you say trying to lighten the mood but she just glares at you.

"I'm never leaving this bed," Cassie huffs.

"I'm okay with that," you chuckle, climbing on top of her to try to kiss her again.

"Not funny Y/N!" She says with a slight smile when she deflects so you kiss her cheek instead, "my dad just caught us making out."

"Oh come on Cassie your dad is cool, didn't you hear? He and your mom had sex to make you," you tease.

"If you mention my parents having sex one more time we are never having sex like ever," she warns.

"Duly noted," you say rolling over onto your side and putting your arm around her waist, "can we at least cuddle?"

"No way, what if he comes back up here?" She laughs.

"So now we can't even cuddle?" You pout.

"Not while he's home," she says, taking your arm and moving it off of her, "so keep your hands to yourself."

"But how am I supposed to do that when my girlfriend is so hot," you laugh, taking hold of her hips and pulling her in close to you and kissing her.

"Dad entering, is everyone's clothes still on?" Scott says to announce his presence making Cassie move away from you once more, "who wants Chinese take out for dinner?"

"This is the worst day ever," Cassie groans.

#marvel imagine #cassie lang imagine #cassie lang x reader #x male reader #fic

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kai-anderson-whore · 1 year

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Took you long enough (Peter maximoff x fem reader)

Summary: you and Peter have been best friends since logan and your father needed him for a favour now it your dad's school Peter confesses his secret to you

Warnings: none just fluff

A/n: a day or two ago I posted a poll on what fic I should upload next and Peter was the most requested I'll do another one in a day or two with the other two and one more that I'm finishing.

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The halls were flooded with students in the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning, your fathers school matter of fact your Walkman playing your music through your ears, not bothering with anyone, till you bumped into a certain speedster.

"Peter christ I almost dropped my books" you huffed peeling your headphones from your ears, "sorry I gotta go I'm super late for class" he said speeding away in a flash, pretty ironic he has superspeed yet is always superlate you often thought that was his supernatural ability being late for everything.

You had met Peter before you dad restarted the school, back in the 70s when Peter helped magneto escape prison with your dad, hank and logan, from then on your became friends with your supernatural abilities and similar music taste was how you bonded.

Your father was sceptical with the friendship since Peter was a boy and your dad charles was very protective of you, finally making it to class you didn't pay attention since your dad taught you most of the stuff you needed to know growing up.

Once the class was over you were greeted by Peter who stood outside your class waiting for you, "hang out?" You asked since you didn't have anymore classes for the rest of the day, "read my mind" he smiled "well it is my power" you laughed so did he "hold on" he said grabbing on to you as he sped you to your room.

You never got used to the speed he went the first time you got whiplash and a few times after that, you made it to your dorm room in the blink of an eye, "I'll never get used to that" you chuckled your supernatural ability was the same as your father's getting into people's heads reading their minds.

"It is cool though" he smirked plopping down on your bed, you placed a record on, placing the needle on the round disc, plopping beside Peter "so what you wanna talk about?" You asked grabbing the magazine you forgot to finish off the night before about the latest celebrity gossip.

"Well actually there's something I've been meaning to tell you" he nervously chuckled scratching the back of his neck, "What's up?" You closed the magazine giving Peter you full undivided attention, "well you know we've been friends for a while" he started you nodded encouraging him to continue you felt nervous you could've read his mind to know what he was going to say but you didn't like reading minds invading their thoughts.

"And I know you promised me not to read my mind to know what I'm thinking but that's because I've been keeping a secret from you" he paused you furrowed your brows confused Peter told you absolutely everything you were his best friend, "omg it's that girl in class I knew you liked her" you realised acting all excited but in reality you were sad.

Peter is your best friend but you had a big fat crush on him since you first met you seen him date other girls but they never worked out you were always happy when he had a girlfriend making him happy but that selfish part of you couldn't wait till they broke up.

"No, no its not her but I do like someone like a lot" he chuckled so did you seeing the blush rising in his cheeks, "then who Peter come on I'm your best friend you can tell me" you egged on Peter was hesitant to say another word scared that what he would say would upset you and ruin the friendship you two had built.

"Well she is in my class infact she knows me very well and I feel like we're the same person" he hinted you tried to think of everyone in the school that talks to Peter a lot but you couldn't think, "just tell me Peter" you couldn't guess who it was at all Peter just stared at you hoping you would click on "it's me?" You gasped in shock now finally connecting the dots.

"Took you long enough" Peter nervously laughed the slight fear that you'd reject him made him regret his choice, "I don't know what to say Peter when? how? why?" Your head was filled with questions you couldn't wrap your around it. Peter let out a soft chuckle at how confused you were.

"Well when I first met you, how and why because you're beautiful y/n your smart, funny and most of all you know me well how could I not" Peter smiled you couldn't help it you wrapped your arms around Peter connecting your lips together in a sweet tender kiss.

You felt like that girl in the movie's were they finally kiss the person they loved, as cliché as it sound but it was true, having peters lips on yours made you feel like a million dollars.

You pulled away from his lips blushing, you kissed your best friend you didn't know what to say now. it wasn't awkward you just didn't know what to say, "that was amazing" Peter whispered he also couldn't believe what just happened he had been dying to confess his feeling to you for months and he finally mustered up the courage to do so.

"It was" you bit your fingernails with nerves your mind fogged with more questions, what was this for us?, what if we don't work?, you cleared your throat to speak "what are we now like where do we go from here?" You asked you did have strong feelings for Peter but you didn't want to rush into a relationship and then your friendship might go tits up.

"Whatever you want to do if you don't want to rush into anything right now I'm totally ok with that I just wanted you to know how I feel" Peter reassured you, "maybe take it slow before jumping on the ban-wagon if we work we work if we don't then we will continue our friendship like it is" you settled Peter seemed happy at that agreeing with you.

"That's fine by me, oh want me to change the record" Peter asked now realising the record you put on was now finished, "Yeah thanks peter" you smiled.

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killerbananas · 19 days

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Princess

Three times Reiner helps his pregnant wife.

🔞 mdni | masterlist | 463 wc | afab!reader x Reiner

Warnings: smut; dialogue-only mode; time skips; breeding, pregnant reader, caring Reiner brainrot fluff, size kink, anal, hormonal nurturing

AN: Repost from my old account. Original AN: Wink at the ref if you catch it; it's used inconceivably well.

“Right here? How about this?”

“Yes! There. So fucking good. Your hands are huge, Rei. You used to be able to fit them around my stomach, but look what you did, honey. I’m a balloon!”

“Hey, you’re gorgeous. Watching you grow every morning when I open my eyes just gets my dick outta bed before me. My wife is a pregnant goddess and I wanna worship at the temple.”

“That’s how we got in this position! Hah! Okay-okay, I’m sorry. The hormones are hard, but my back has been killing me. Thank you so much for using those big strong hands on me. Could you, right here-?”

“As you wish.”

[...]

“Damnit.”

“What?”

“My head’s just killing me, man.”

“It’s been a really long day for both of us. Lay down with me and let’s snuggle up.”

“Twist my arm for it, Sir.”

“Keep it up and you’ll get more than what you bargained for, tiny temptress.”

“Alright-alright. Ooh, yes, this is my favorite position. You’re so warm and I just love burying my face in your chest.”

“Here, let me help.”

“Ugh if you stop, I might go into early labor. I feel the headache melting away with the magic Braun touch, you God, you.”

“What did I tell you?”

“Listen, I’m sure my ass has a cramp that you can use that hard-on to massage out too. I know those hips can grind hard enough to knock out both goals simultaneously. You’re a very capable man."

“Flatterer.”

“Sir.”

“That’s it.”

[...]

“Breathe with me, baby. You can do it. Nice and easy.”

“I’m trying. It’s just overwhelming.”

“I know. You’re doing so well for me though. Taking it like a champ. I’ve almost got the head in.”

“W-would you…”

“Would I what?”

“Could you tickle my skin until my muscles relax a little? I wanna be able to take you, but I can’t calm down.”

“Anything, angel. I won’t hurt you. See? It’s okay.”

“I love you so much. T-those deep strokes, baby. They’re driving me insane right now. I-I think I’m gonna cry, but it’s a good cry.”

“I understand. Your body is going through so much and I’m gonna make you feel better. Now roll with me. I’m gonna play with your pussy and give you those long strokes you like so much. You’re gonna be boneless and we’ll fuck the pain right out. Lay your back on my chest, right there. Perfect.”

“T-th-hank you. Promise you’ll come in my ass?”

“As you wish.”

“You beautifully romantic sap of a man. You’re gonna be a great dad, Rei.”

“Stop buttering me up, I can’t top the orgasm I’m about to give you and you’re gonna drive me crazy if you talk like that because I’ll wanna try.”

“As you wish.”

“Princess.”

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headlessjest · 8 months

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Y'all thought I was only a artist? Nuh uh!!! I got some dadness combat Hc stuff for y'all!!!! (Sorry if my grammar and writing is bad. I do write a lot but rarely post it and mainly keep it to myself.)

(All of this is platonic!!!)

Hank:

・To be honest, he's not gonna be the best father/parent figure in the world. He's a murderer for Christ sake! But he sometimes do set aside his responsibilities for you. Not all the time though.

・He sometimes forgets to feed you and when he does remember, they'll just give you a hot dog. Hope you don't choke on it.

・They'll play with you when he has the time to, but he's often busy 24/7.

・You one time threw up in bed and since he was too tired to clean your bed up, they just took you into his bed and let you sleep with him for the night. (Your room smelled awful in the the morning though..)

・Ya know how toddlers/little kids squirm away from their parents when it's feeding time or running away before going to bed? That's you both but 10 times more rougher and violent with it. He threw you once and you almost tore off their finger once.

Deimos:

・Smoker dad. He's a smoker dad, but he tries not to smoke around you, even if you don't mind it. Doesn't want you coughing a lot around him, almost sounding like you're dying.

・He also sometimes forgets to feed you, but he doesn't just give you a hot dog like Hank. He actually finds food that you don't choke on and feeds you it.

・I think some of y'all know my child! Reader design where reader has a harness right? Well, Deimos is the only one where he doesn't have to use it a shit ton. Because he always carries you by your feet.

・I think Deimos would try to rock you to bed no matter what age, both lovingly or just to tease you.

・Deimos always loves it when you watch him play games. He even loves it when you point out obvious things he didn't notice in the game.

Sanford:

・Probably the best dad out of all of them. He's such a loving guy and a massive sweetheart. Most likely got it from his mom.

・Would go nuts when you get an injury. He would flail around trying to find bandades, bandages, etc whilst comforting you at the same time.

・He loves to relax with you on the couch. When both of you are just really tired, you'll just relax on the couch and most likely fall asleep.

・He never forgets to feed you. He gets the right stuff and always has a timer for breakfast, lunch, pre dinner, and dinner.

・Whenever you get sick, he puts all his plans aside just to take care of you. He doesn't want to see his kid in pain.

Jebediah:

・Honestly, he's a neutral dad. He can be kinda strict but only due to his trust issues around Nevada, but he does care for you and wants you to have fun.

・He's always busy so he has a schedule that he always runs by to you when he heads out. He does write it down just incase you do forget though.

・His voice is genuinely comforting to me, so if you can't sleep or something, he'll read you a bedtime story or even sing you a lullaby.

・He never forgets to feed you, but when he's out for something, he has premade food and extra snacks just incase.

・You one time followed him and accidently got yourself dragged into the project nexus shit. He wasn't happy about that.

Tricky:

・Jesus Christ he's not a great parent. He a immortal demon clown and you expect him to be a good dad?

・He does feed you but not the right stuff...

・He one time took you on a high speeded ride throughout Nevada and he somewhat regrets it. You became temporarily deaf for awhile.

・Whenever you're tired but you can't sleep, he always, like always starts a pillow fight with you, hoping for it to tire you down.

・Honestly doesn't care if you get fed to much candy. He'll just let you rob a candy store and then eat it.

Sheriff:

・He's also a pretty great dad, but his cowardly ways can sometimes get in the way of being a parent in general.

・Don't be fooled by his cowardly ways, he will not hesitate to fight just for you. Except for Hank. You both will run away.

・Always loves it when you wake him up first thing in the morning just to eat breakfast. You're like an alarm for him.

・He one time showed you around Merc and you gotten pretty close with Church and Jorge. Y'all are like siblings pretty much.

・He one time let you wear his hat and you didn't give it back to him after. He genuinely had to find a new hat.

2BDamned:

・So he's not a good dad but he's also not a bad dad. He's also a little bit more stricter than Jeb.

・When you don't really work with him by eating or going to bed, he sometimes puts you in timeout.

・He also is way more better at fixing you up when you got hurt or sick.

・He never let's you have sweets. He always gets those vegan snacks that you thought were bad but are actually pretty good.

・Some of y'all would probably get this, but you know when you're working with your dad with something like the car, and you freak out when your dad asks for a certain tool and he gets upset from you not getting it quickly, yeah that's you two.

Phobos:

・Phobos is not a good dad. Final answer.

・The only few things that're sweet is that he always keeps the drawings you give to him. He'll look at them once in awhile when he's working.

・He always have his workers babysit you, the only times he's around you is when it's bed time or when all the workers can't babysit you.

・When he first saw that you were one of the cloning failures, he was gonna kill you, before you accidentally touched his heart by doing literally nothing.

・He watches over you on the cameras when you're hanging out with the workers and sometimes laughs a bit to himself when he sees you mess with them.

Auditor:

・They're not a really great dad. They always care about their work and gets a little upset they're not there for you.

・One time, you wandered into their office and just casually sat on their lap and slept there. They didn't move a single inch during that.

・You sometimes remind them of a cat, so they sometimes even carry you like a cat.

・Despite not having any lips, they try to give something that resembles a forehead kiss. Like a headbump or something.

・They hate that you grow up faster than them. (I Hc auditor that they're like 1000 years old or smth) They don't like that they'll see you grow right in front of their eyes and them not age a single bit.

Omg that last one was sad, uh.. Hope y'all like this..? Like I said before, sorry for any grammatical errors, writing errors, etc.

-Jester

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themultifandomgal · 1 year

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Adam Ruzek- Shirts

Prompts11&30 Are you wearing ____ shirt? Are you wearing last nights clothes?

Adam and I have been dating in secret now for a few months. The reason we have kept it secret is because of my dad Hank Voight, plus Adam and I are partners in intelligence. Last night I slept over at Adams place, but unfortunately I didn't have any clean clothes there so I'm having to wear what I had on yesterday and hope no one notices. Adam arrived to work 10 minutes before me

"Morning Trudy" I smile at the woman behind the desk. Trudy frowns looking at me then goes back to whatever she's doing

"Morning" she mutters. I scan myself in and walk up to intelligence. Straight away I head to the break room so I can make myself a coffee

"Are you wearing yesterdays clothes? Who's the lucky guy?" Erin, the girl that practically my sister, wiggles her eyebrows as she walks in to the break room

"What a girl can't own two of the same black jeans and black shirt?" I cross my eyebrow "and anyway maybe I'm saving on my washing" I go back to making my coffee and Erin shuts the door behind her

"I know that look, you got some last night. So spill"

"No way. I know you. I'll tell you who will tell Jay who will tell Antonio who will tell his wife who will probably say something to Trudy so by that time not only will all of 21 know but the whole of 51 and Med will know"

"Ok ok" Erin holds up her hands and leaves the break room as I pour my hot water into the coffee cup.

Once again I stay over at Adams place. We hadn't long ordered Chinese food when I hear a knock on the door

"I'll get the door" I call out as Adam is in the shower. Opening up the door I'm shocked to see Jay holding up beer cans

"What are you doing here? Are you wearing Adams shirt?" It then seems to click in his mind "it's you!"

"Shhh" I pull Jay in

"Your the one Adam is sleeping with"

"Damn it Jay. Do not tell anyone do you understand?"

"Or what?" Jay smirks making me give him daggers "0k my lips are sealed" Jay holds up his hands in the air "but it won't be long until everyone else figures it out"

"Well we've done alright for the last 3 months" I lead Jay over to the couch and sit down

"So where is lover boy?"

"He's in the shower he'll be out in a couple of minutes"

Like I said Adam walks out with his towel wrapped around his waist and rubbing his now damp hair with another towel. Looking fine as hell might I add. He stops in his tracks when we sees Jay and I having a beer in my hand

"Ah here he is"

"I thought..." he looks at me a little confused

"I was the Chinese food? Yeah sorry to disappoint. Came over to have a beer with you but was a little shocked when I say YN open the door"

"She came over to watch the game" Adam says trying to give us a cover

"That's the worst lie I've ever heard. We both know YN hates football"

"He figured it out anyway. Said he wasn't going to tell anyone"

"Hmmm. I'll get changed and join you both" I watch as Adam walks back into his bedroom. Jay gives me a nudge and wiggles his eyes. I roll mines and take a sip of my beer. Once Adam is changed he settles on the couch next to me with an arm around me and me leaning into him. Before I know it I'm asleep.

Just like before Adam arrives before me, luckily I have clean clothes because I decided to go home first to get changed. When I arrive I greet Trudy who gives me a smirk

"Have fun last night?" I frown at her

"Erm yeah?" Then it dawns on me. Jay!

I run up to intelligence

"JAY HALSTEAD!" I yell making my way up to him "you told everyone about me and Adam?"

"No, but you just did"

"Adams the guy you've been seeing!" Erin shouts

"Why are you all shouting?" dad comes out of his office clearly irritated

"Errr..."

"YN and Adam..." Jay starts saying but Erin puts her hand over his mouth to stop him any further

"YN, Adam my office. Now!" As I walk past Jay I make eye contact

"Your dead" I whisper and walk into my dads office bracing myself for what's about to come.

#one chicago #one chicago imagine #adam ruzek #adam ruzek imagine #adam ruzek x reader #Adam Ruzek x yn #chicago pd

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gelu-the-babosa-multiversal · 2 months

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About the rescue bots/avengers crossover. Jokes aside, I mentioned that Bucky, while thinking Captain America acting like a dad to Cody is sweet, Bucky would remind him that Cody isn't actually his son. Do you imagine any other Avengers saying that?

oohooohohhoo sorry that it took me so long

Oh for sure that would happen. It takes Bucky a lot of courage not only to say it but be serious about it. He tries not to hurt Cap but is really impossible to not make Cap shrug when he has to be reminded of that.

Some other characters who would remind Steve of that could be:

Tony, thought joking at first, he would start to notice how this affects Charlie and as a man who had problems with his father too... Tony would try to take things back before Chief losses his gears.

Hulk/Bruce is a neutral/mocking party in this situation, but they still need to bring Cap back to the ground. No matter what personality takes control, both would say the same when it comes to Steve looking at Cody as his son.

Hank, though being someone with more empathy than the rest of the Avengers and someone happy for Steve to find some familiar closure (even when is temporal) he yet can't let this affect Steve on an emotional level when is time to leave.

Zemo, in a mockery when he kidnaps Cody would trash Cap like no tomorrow, making the man that he is alone and with no family and love for himself.

Fury when he notices that Cap is becoming too close to Cody would say ¨ Remember, we leave when the mission is over¨. He means no malice, but he has to keep things straight.

Sorry again it took me so long to answer

#my stuff #au #crossover #maccadam #transformers #tf #rescue bots #transformers rescue bots #tfrb #rb #avengers #aemh #avengers earths mightiest heroes #cody burns #captain america #steve rogers #ask #thanks for the ask!

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misaverawrites · 2 years

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To Be Human (Connor RK800 x Reader)

tags: deviancy case 2038, reader gets shot, injuries, mild kissing, tender romance, soft vibes, protective connor, hank is like a dad to you, surgery, hospitals, crushes

summary: You're assigned to the deviancy case with Hank and Connor, he just had to be cute.

a/n: love him sm, he's like my ultimate early high school fave also I hit 900 followers yesterday so thank you all!!

Why did he have to be cute?

Stupid Cyberlife and their stupid cute new android at the precinct. Connor or the RK800 Model had been working with Hank for a while on the Deviants case. Which you had now been assigned to as well.

“Kid! Let’s go,” Hank says, “Another fuckin’ android killed its owner.” You nod, grabbing your bag, and after Hank, only to bump into Connor and fall to the ground, Connor stops, taking your hand into his and pulling you upwards. “I apologize, Sergeant (L/N), are you alright?” You feel your brain practically malfunction for a second, his hands were so warm and you couldn’t help but think about how his hands would feel- You clear your throat and simply nod. “Y-Yeah! Thank you, Connor. Now we should get going; Hank is waiting for us.” You both speedwalk side by side, it’s quiet, a bit frenzied, mostly on your part but Connor’s mere presence is comforting to you. You step outside, it's pouring rain, hitting your back with thick drops as you run with Connor, who shields you a bit as you make your way into Hank’s car.

“You two took long enough.” Hank simply says as you both buckle into the back of his car, you stew a bit in your feelings, looking over at Connor who shakes his head, “I’m sorry, Lieutenant.” You echo Connor’s sentiment, staring out the window, just to avoid everything else. “You two are… You’re fine.” Hank looks at the two of you in the mirror for just a second before focusing his attention back on driving, he’s got something on his mind, the tension inside of the mid-sized car is palpable. You could slice through it with a knife.

Suddenly, before you know it, the car ride which had felt like hours long stops. You open the door, and everyone steps out of the car wordlessly into the heavy rain. You can only bring yourself to look at Connor for just a moment. His eyes are trained on you, carefully, but he tries to avert them when you look at him. You offer him a smile, it’s awkward but manageable.

You step onto the crime scene, typical fare, the smell of gunpowder lies heavy in the air. This was recent and the deviant is still around. You look over to the officer in charge of the crime scene, “Has anyone checked upstairs?” He nods, “Only a brief sweep though, be careful.” You nod, “Hank, stay here, you too, Connor.” Connor shakes his head, “I cannot allow you and the Lieutenant to both make bad decisions. I will come with you.” You smile amusedly and Hank shrugs his shoulders, “You need him more than I do, be careful, kid.” You nod and begin to silently creep up the stairs. Connor’s a few steps behind, quiet as well, the chatter from below the both of you silences as you reach the upstairs portion of the house, mostly unknown territory. “Seargent, I wanted to apologize, just in case I may have made you-.” You shush Connor, you hear footsteps in the room over. “Hello?!” You call out, you reach the room and while you don’t see anything, you are standing only in the doorway.

“Is anyone in here?” You ask, not expecting much of an answer. “Come out with your hands raised, and we won’t hurt you.” There’s shifting from under the bed and you feel panic bubble into your throat, you reach for your gun but suddenly, you feel a sharp pain shoot through your thigh, ringing in your ears, and you’re on the ground.

“Get off of me!” You only partially hear the commotion going on, the shot ringing through your brain, and you feel the weight shift on the wooden floor, Hank standing over you, and then pressing against the wound on your thigh. You whine at the pain, and then you see Connor, his hand on your wrist, monitoring your pulse, “You’ll be alright, Sergeant, just… look at me.” He sounds panicked, and you decide that must mean you’re screwed.

“Connor, don’t let me die, please…” It’s quiet, almost just a whimper from your lips but he shakes his head, his free hand is on yours. “You’re going to be alright, Sergeant, I won’t let you die.” The EMS arrive quickly after and even as you’re taken to the ambulance, Connor’s hand never leaves yours. “Lieutenant, please.” You hear Connor plead with Hank, “Keep ‘er safe, got it?” You hear Hank relent and it warms your heart, he’d been like a father to you and you’d certainly remember this moment.

You look over to see Connor, running his hand through your hair. His shirt is bloody and his tie isn’t there anymore, it’s wrapped around your thigh as a tourniquet. “Thank you, Connor…” You croak out, your throat is dry. “I retrieved the deviant, I am only disappointed you fell into harm’s way for me to get them.” You shake your head, “It’s… not the deviant’s fault, Connor. He was scared.”

The doors of the ambulance open and you’re lifted down out of the ambulance, Connor’s staring at you, he looks anxious, nothing like the android he’s supposed to be and you appreciate it. He follows after at a distance, and you watch as he has to be told not to follow you into surgery, all of his rationales were gone.

When you wake up, he’s still there. Quiet, oozing anxiety. “I’m alright, Connor… You’re too worried.” He shakes his head and threads a finger through your hair, moving your hair behind your ear. “I’m worried, (Y/N)... I may be a… a deviant!” He whispers his confession, ashamedly but you shake your head, “That’s okay, Connor. You need to know that is okay. You’ll be okay if you’re deviant.” He shakes his head, “I don’t want them to shut me down… To take me apart and wipe me. I don’t want to lose those… those memories of you and living.”

You smile, it’s weak but it’s there, “You’ll be okay, Hank and I will be there to keep you safe, from Gavin, from Cyberlife, from the whole damn world.” He looks as though he may overheat, so he simply presses his lips against your forehead.

“I was afraid you’d die, (Y/N)... You’d die and I’d never tell you how I felt about you.” You feel like you’re about to vomit and you’re not sure if it’s the confession or the anesthesia wearing off but, you fight through your nausea. “How do you feel about me? Connor?” He looks guilty, “I think… You’re very aesthetically pleasing to me and I would like to… I’d really like to take you somewhere that you’d enjoy.”

The confession, though a bit teetering and nervous, is one that you’d been hoping for. You stare at Connor, who looks hopeful and scared, “Connor, come here.” You say and he listens, the look on his face is the definition of nerves, and you simply pat the bed, signaling him to lie down next to you. He sits, his arms wrapping around your torso, careful to avoid your thigh wound, “Connor… I find you aesthetically pleasing as well.” You tease him, as he chuckles nervously, playing with your hair. You could get used to this.

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