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xoxo-teddybear · 3 years

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Hi! Um I was wondering if you could write a Domestic Bakugou where they were doing the do and the kid( I forgot his name wtf-😭) caught them? And then Like the next day at school my boy boy is doing it do other girls in his class- NOT LIKE IN A SEXUAL WAY👴🏽🤏🏽🕶 like when they got caught bakugo would say” I’m just protecting your mom from my villains” or sum shit💀✋🏽 So now he is like trying protect his friends 😭Just wondering😁

Ima crack writer so HERE WE GO!!😎

Do As I Say, Not As I Do

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Crack, smexy times, cursing, domestic

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

“S-Slow down Suki!”

Your husband pounded into you at an alarming pace. Katsuki came home from work feeling a little frisky and so when their beloved son, Katsuo, was fast asleep, the couple decided to get it on. It was around four in the morning and you two had been going at it for an hour, already 3 orgasms in.

Your bodies were covered underneath the blanket as Bakugou rammed into you. His large arms held your torso close as your own wrapped around his neck. His aching member slipped in and out of you, head just kissing your cervix, as his heavy balls smacked against the swell of your ass. The sound in the room was terribly loud. The way your skin smacked against one another and your moans created a rough melody of sex. Thankfully, you lived in a rather large home and your son’s room was far, far away. Good thing he was a deep sleeper too.

“What’s wrong princess? Can’t handle it?” Katsuki teased with his hot breath against your neck. At your every cry to go slower (in fear of awakening your son) Katsuki sped up his rhythm.

“F-Fuck!” You screamed. Katsuki rose above you and captured your neck in his hand. He stayed close to you as his free hand went to your hip and brought you close to him while he slammed into you. The fast movements caused the bed frame to bang against the wall as Katsuki moaned into your ear.

“S-Shit baby! Oh fuck, you feel so good. So perfect wrapped around my cock.” He groaned in your ear. The immense pleasure and husky voice had your back arching, giving your husband the chance to wrap his arm under you and flip you both over. You tried to keep the blanket covering you both as you bounced up and down his dick, but failed as the fabric traveled down to only cover your lower ass.

As you bounced, Katsuki continued to thrust up into you. His hands held onto your ass and gave it a smack from time to time. “K-Katsuki! I’m gonna cum! Please! Mm, yes! Don’t stop!”

At the sound of your voice, Katsuki’s hands went straight to your clit and ferociously rubbed at it. His actions had you throwing your head back and your pussy clenching around him. Katsuki noticeably jumped a bit when you began to tighten around his cock.

“Oh baby! God you’re squeezing me so damn tight.” He said as he kissed your chest. “F-Fuck, gonna make me put another brat inside ya. You want that? Wanna be full of my seed? Give me another one, yeah?”

You nodded your head as your eyes filled with tears due to all the pleasure. His grip on your waist grew tighter as your legs began to shake. The sound of skin slapping sped up as you and Bakugou drew closer and closer to your climax.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” He screamed as you moaned loudly. You both came at the same time and to silence the both of you, Katsuki pulled you in for a kiss. You both moaned into it as your hips grinded on his dick. His hand squeezed at your ass again before giving it another smack and then soothing the stinging sensation with soft rubs.

You kiss would’ve continued had it not been for a sweet little voice coming from the doorway. “Dad?”

At the sound, Katsuki instantly jumped and flipped you both over again, covering your bodies with the large sheet. He layed atop of you while you looked away from your son. The blanket covered you both, leaving nothing but your heads exposed. “Katsuo! Hi son, what’re you..Uh what’re you doing up?”

“What’re you guys doing?” Your son asked with his doe eyes he inherited from you. Katsuki’s member throbbed from inside you and he grunted at the feeling.

“Umm...I was just- just...protecting Mom from villains!” You gawked at your husband for his idiotic response. Out of everything he could’ve said, he said that?!

“Cool! I wanna help!” Your son said starry eyed but when he took a step to come closer, Katsuki screamed out.

“N-No! Uh- no, it’s okay bud. She’s fine. Okay? Uh..please go back to your room and go back to sleep. Okay? Yes? Please?” Katsuki asked with a hurried voice. Your son only smiled and nodded before running back to his room.

You both visibly became less tensed as the two of you released relieved sighs. You turned your head to your husband who remained inside of you and slanted your eyes at him when he gave you a cheeky smile. “We sure got outta that one, huh?”

“Get the hell off of me Katsuki!” You said, pushing his face away from you. The shove caused Katsuki’s member to slip out of you and you gasped at the loss. Katsuki smirked down at you and you only grunted at him. “Really? Protecting me from villains? that’s the best that you could come up with?!”

“Well what was I supposed to say?!” He screamed.

“Uh, I DONT KNOW! Maybe, ‘Oh, Mommy’s just cold. Oh, we’re not doing anything son. Oh, THIS IS JUST A FUCKING DREAM!!’ I mean, c’mon Katsuki!” You said.

“Would you have rather had me tell him I was stuffing your pretty pussy?” He asked with a smirk. You rewarded him with a smack to his chest and a pointed finger.

“I don’t need your sarcasm.”

Katsuki only backed up a bit to see the wrecked sight of you and noticed the white cream leaking out of you and onto the bed. “Heh, what you need is for daddy to fill you up one more time.”

“Yeah right, your horny ass just wants to cum again.” You said with sass.

“Yeah, guess what? You’re right, so help me satisfy myself. Besides, you got to cum four times while I’m sitting at two,” he said while peppering your face in kisses from above. “At least let me have one more, baby.”

You smirked and this time it was you that flipped each other over. Katsuki sat up while you sat on his groin. “I’ll help you in another way, Daddy.”

You kissed his lips for a few seconds before moving south to go down on him. It has been awhile since you’ve tasted your husband so this should definitely excite him. Katsuki was definitely shocked but couldn’t stop the huge smile growing on his face. He watched you swallow his member and when you hummed with his cock sitting in your throat, he threw his head back.

“Fuck yes Princess.” His hand found way into your hair as he helped you bob your head up and down. Katsuki was in for a long, long morning.

—

Speaking of mornings, Katsuo was going to be having an exciting one. He had a morning play date with Kirishima’s son and the twin Todoroki sisters.

Akio, Kirishima’s son, came by early and so you were happy to see the two boys getting along so well, just like their fathers. With the exception of Katsuo being much more nicer than Katsuki of course. When you opened the door to greet your best friend, Momo, and her two daughters, you assured the girls that they’d have a fun time.

The twins ran in after greeting you and giving you a hug which left you a few minutes to speak to Momo before she left. You walked to the glass door that gave view of the kids in the backyard and noticed how Homura (the twin with red hair) had gone to play with Akio while Yukine (the twin with white hair) had been drawn to Katsuo.

You always noticed the little blush on your son’s face whenever Yukine came around. You thought his little crush on the icy-calm girl was absolutely adorable. “Kids!”

The little 5 year olds turned their heads to see you calling for them.

“Come inside, the movie’s almost on!” Seeing their faces perk up at the sound of the children’s movie, you giggled and motioned for them to come in. They all happily followed you and got comfy on the large couch. You placed a few snacks on the table for them before turning the T.V on. “Alright Katsuo. You’re the oldest and Mommy has some training to do. Daddy’s upstairs working if you need anything but if you’re all set, can I trust you to keep everything steady in here?”

“I promise Mom!” Your young boy joyously said. You gave him a warm smile before pecking his cheek and walking to the master bedroom to change. You walked in to find your husband on his laptop finishing his reports on the bed.

You walked to your dresser and pulled out a bathing suit. This caught your husband’s attention and had him smirking in the corner. “If you put that on, I’m assuming that’s an invitation for me to rail you~”

You giggled at his wording before walking to him and giving him a quick peck. “It’s for training dummy. I’m gonna head downstairs to the pool and workout with my water bending.”

Katsuki still held his smirk as he pushed away his laptop and pulled you into his lap. You were a bit jumpy but nonetheless settled while straddling his lap. “I have another idea for a workout and if you’re wondering, it does involve bending.”

He pulled you in for a few sweet kisses before you hovered your lips above his own to speak. You smiled as you placed your hands on his chest to keep the horn dog at bay. “What is with you recently? First it’s you coming home to fuck me stupid and now it’s getting riled up from me just holding a bikini.”

“Can you blame me? I married the most beautiful woman in the world, so please believe I’m gonna take full advantage of that.” He replied. You chuckled a bit before he pulled you in for more kisses and a little heated make out session. Your tongues came in contact and began tangling as he took you by your ass and had you grind down on him.

“Mm..Suki, stop,” you said with a laugh as you pulled away. “Seriously, there’s kids downstairs and we definitely don’t want a repeat of what happened last night with our own.”

Bakugou just huffed and groaned while slumping in his spot. You knew he wasn’t mad because as you got off of him and walked the the bedroom door, you looked back at him to see him smiling at you with eyes that carried all the love in the world. You smiled back before walking downstairs.

As you walked down the hall, you hummed a little happy tune to yourself. You love your little family so much. Your beloved husband and your precious son meant the world to you. Nothing could ruin your mood. At least, that’s what you thought before a loud smack interrupted your humming. Your head snapped to the sound and you immediately ran to the living room to check up on the kids.

—

“Are you sure you’re doing it right, Katsuo?” Yukine’s sweet voice said.

“Yeah, yeah. I think my Dad went like..this? *SMACK*” Yukine released a little yelp at the hit and that was when you caught sight of everything.

“Uh, guys?” You asked while walking into the scene. “Is everything alright in- AHHHH!”

You walked in to find Homura and Akio in the kitchen putting plates away and your son and Yukine on the couch. What made you scream was the fact that Yukine was straddling your son’s lap and you just witnessed Katsuo smack her behind. You immediately ran to the two and picked Yukine up while putting her on the couch and dragging your son by the ear up to your room while constantly saying “No, no, no, no, no, no, no...”

—

Katsuki was continuing his work after you left but after just a few minutes, you came back in constantly saying “no” as you dragged your son in by his tiny ear.

“No, no, no, no, nope! No! NO!” You said and tugged Katsuo in by the ear and shut the door. “Katsuo? Sweetie? What was that all about?”

“Woah, hey, what’s going on?” Katsuki asked, shutting his laptop and getting up from the bed. “Katsuo what’d you do?”

“Nothing! I wasn’t doing anything wrong. Mom just came in and started yelling.” Your son said in defense. Your husband looked to you in confusion but you sighed before whispering to him.

“Katsuki, I walked into the living room and Yukine was straddling Katsuo while he grabbed and smacked her ass!” You whisper-yelled. Katsuki’s eyes popped and his head snapped towards his son. On the inside, he wanted to laugh because damn his son was a playaaaaa but unfortunately he had to be a professional parent right now.

Katsuki walked to his son and crouched to his level. “Uh, Katsuo? Why did you smack Yukine? And why was she sitting on you?”

“I was doing what you did.” Katsuo simply said. Katsuki tilted his head in confusion with pointed brows as he pressed for more explanations.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“I was protecting Yukine from villains cuz I wanna be a hero, just like you Dad!” Your son said with his adorable smile. “Just like how you were protecting Mom last night!”

Katsuki visibly got choked up at the last sentence and his mouth formed an “o” as he slowly turned to look up at you. He was still crouching as he stared up at your angry form that held eyes of fury and crossed arms. You looked towards your husband with a raised brow and he began to sweat a little with a nervous laugh leaving his mouth.

“Um, okay son. You had good intentions which is great but..you see..uhhhh....Y/N?” Katsuki asked for help as he turned towards you. You sighed and dropped your head as you walked to the two and dropped down to your son’s level.

“Katsuo, the way your dad was..protecting me last night is only for adults. Not for little angels like you. So please don’t do it again, okay?” You said while holding his little hands.

“Am I in trouble Mom?” Your son asked with a small pout.

“Of course not sweetie. Your dad was right, you had good intentions. Just- please don’t do it again my love.” You said with a wavering smile. Katsuo smile and nodded before asking another question.

“Can I do it when I’m older?” He asked with his pure child innocence. You froze up a bit and Katsuki laughed a little bit you turned to him and smacked his arm to get him to shut up.

“Uh- we’ll have that talk later, bud. For now just, please don’t do it. Okay? From now on, do as I say and not as I do.” Katsuki said and Katsuo listened. He nodded his head and you released a relived sigh before standing up and glaring at your husband. You dragged him by his arm to a corner and pointed a finger into his chest.

“The next time some B.S like this happens again, you won’t have to worry about protecting me from villains for a month. Am I clear, Katsuki?” You said with slanted eyes. Your husband had a quivering smile as he looked at you in very slight fear.

“Crystal.” He replied. You walked out the room to go and check on the kids leaving the boys in the room by themselves. Once your were a good distance away, Katsuki walked over to his son and looked down at him. Katsuki looked to each side of the room before looking back at your son and speaking. “Did Yukine make a noise when you hit her?”

Katsuo nodded and Katsuki smiled down at his boy before ruffling his head and pushing him to the bedroom exit. Katsuo understood and opened the door to go back downstairs as he laughed at his father’s rough but loving treatment. As Katsuki watched his son from the bed he couldn’t help but whisper a little. “That’s my boy. So proud.”

“What?” Katsuo asked as he thought he heard his father say something. Katsuki looked everywhere in the room except at the tiny child at the door.

“Huh? What? Hm? Ah, no, no. Nothing. Uh-...go back downstairs.” He said and Katsuo nodded before exiting. Katsuki layed back down on the bed with his arms behind his head as he smiled contently at the ceiling. “*sigh* Yeah, that’s definitely my son.”

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myhockeyworld87 · 4 years

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Not So Dangerous Liaison - Sidney Crosby - Part 13

Word Count: 3,374

POV: Reader

Warning: Language, NSFW, Small smut

Notes: You guys voted so here we go with the next part of this little romance. Let me know what you think. Happy Reading as always!

NSDL Masterlist

You were caught between that dreamlike state and that place where you're half awake, as memories of the previous night flooded your brain. The heat of his stare as he entered your body was ingrained into you, and you wanted nothing more than to not only see that, but to feel that again. As you came more alive, you felt his chest molded to your bare back, and his leg draped over yours; as his morning wood pressed into your ass. Your right hands were still entwined as his arm lay gently across your midsection and you could feel his soft breath against the nape of your neck. You couldn't help the smile that graced your lips, as you realized nothing was more perfect than this moment right now.

Thoughts of Sidney waking and the two of going for a second round started to fill your head when you felt him stir. His grip tightened and he pulled you a fraction closer to his body so that no space separated the two of you. "Mmm, morning baby." Sid peppered your shoulder blade and your neck with kisses, and you relished in the feel of his warm mouth on your skin.

"Good morning," you replied while twisting so that you could stare into his beautiful eyes. His smile matched yours, but it wasn't long before his mouth was hot and hungry on yours, and it wasn't long before his hands were roaming up and down your body. You moved restlessly against him, your legs tangling with his as your mouths were fused together. His hand cupped your ass, pressing your body to his and you moaned with need. It wasn't long until you felt his calloused fingers working its way between the two of you, before slipping amidst your folds.

Sid broke your kissed, with a voice that held so much awe in it, whispering. "You're so wet already." A blush broke out, not only on your cheeks but over your entire body, and you hid your face into the crook of his neck. "Don't hide (Y/N). It's so fucking sexy." He tilted your head up to look into his eyes. "You don't know what you're doing to me right now."

"I have an idea." You accentuated your words by skating your hand down his chest and abdomen until you could feel the length of him in your palm. Stroking him a couple times, you decided to give in to the temptation that he wouldn't allow last night and kissed your way down to his cock. You looked up at him from beneath your lashes, hoping to look somewhat seductive as you bit your lip before running the pad of your thumb over the head of his member. He hissed in a breath and you took that as a signal to continue, licking a stripe up the underside, before wrapping your lips around the head. His fingers raked through your hair neither coaxing nor deterring you, just letting you have your way with him. You slid more of him in your mouth, humming as you went; knowing the vibrations would add to the sensations he was feeling.

"Damn, baby," and you felt his hips jerk forward a bit, as his breath hitched trying to get himself under control. You used your hand to pump what length you couldn't fit in your mouth; working your lips up and down, sucking him in and out. His moans encouraging you as you did.

"SIDNEY!" Was it your imagination or did he yell out his own name? "Sid, we're here?" Sid pushed you off of him, though as gently as he could as his brain was only working where your lips were attached.

"Fuck!" He whispered yelled and it hit you then that someone was in his house. You looked up at him with questioning eyes. "I forgot my family was coming today." His words fully registered in your brain and you literally jumped out of the bed, scouring the floor looking for your clothes. "Be right down." He yelled to his parents.

"Oh my god," you shouted as loudly as possible without being heard by the occupants downstairs. "How could you forget they were coming?" You asked throwing the shirt on you'd borrowed from Sid last night.

He grabbed his sweatpants and threw them on. "Easy, I was concentrating on you." It was cute and quirky and if you would've had time, you would've kissed him. As it was you were crawling on your hands and knees looking for the rest of your things. "Babe, what are you looking for?"

"My panties, where did you throw them?" He turned to the left and then turned back to the right, and there they were under the chair by the window. He dangled them by his finger, that damn smirk on his face. You leaped up and snatched the garment out of his hands, as he chuckled at your distress. "Is there a way I can scoot out of here before they see me?"

"Wait, what?" You were already in the ensuite, scooping up your damp clothing and shoving them in your bag. Shit, your shoes were downstairs. It didn't matter, you'd get them another time. By the time Sid came into the bathroom, you had all your things gathered and were ready to go.

He grabbed your waist and halted your progress. "Sid, we don't have time. I need to get out of here before your parents know." His frown had you stopping in your tracks.

"Why?" It was a simple question and yet there wasn't a simple answer.

"I…" you blew out a breath and tried again. "I…I really want your parents to like me; well…and your sister too."

"They already do." He insisted.

"No, they like (Y/N) the girl that takes care of the team, not the woman that you're dating." His soft laughter both annoyed and endeared you.

"(Y/N), they like both. Trust me." You dropped your forehead to his chest, in resignation, realizing there was no way you were going to get out of his house without at least talking to his family for a bit. "Now put on some sweatpants and let's go down." You glanced in the mirror, noting your messy locks from Sid's fingers threading through them moments ago. There was nothing you could do but throw it in a messy bun atop your head. You dropped your bag, leaving it in the bathroom before putting on the aforementioned sweats. As you walked out of the bathroom, Sid extended his hand for you to take. There was comfort and support in the simple gesture, and you took a deep breath before heading downstairs. They were all in the kitchen, standing around the island, speaking in hushed tones, which ceased the moment the two of you entered. "Hi glad to see you guys made." He said by way of greeting, keeping your hand in his. "Yeah, so I totally forgot you guys were coming today." He said with a small laugh. "You guys remember (Y/N), right?"

"Of course," Trina said sweeping forward and enveloping you in her arms. "It's so good to see you." You were taken back by the warm welcome and had to release Sid's hands so that you could hug her back. Once she let you go, she hugged her son. "So big party the last couple nights, eh?"

"Yeah, it's been pretty crazy. I even threw this one here in the pool last night."

"Sidney, that's not very gentlemen like." His mother chided him.

"I wasn't the only thing that got thrown in." All eyes turned on you, as you realized you'd actually spoke the words aloud. They were all waiting for you to respond. "Somehow the Stanley Cup got knocked in as well."

"Yeah," Sid jumped into the story with you. "She thought she could save it, but took us both under in the process."

"Hey, that's on you. I was trying to save a priceless trophy. The least you could've done was keep us above water." His family was laughing at the two of you as you recounted the story and you hadn't even realized that Sid has his arms wrapped around your midsection as the two of you went on and on about the previous night. Obviously leaving out the details of what happened when you got home.

"God Sid, don't you have any food in this place?" Taylor ribbed him. "I'm starving."

"Well, it's not like I've had time to go to the grocery store. I've been a little busy winning a championship here." He teased back.

"Oh, why don't we all go out for breakfast before the game?" Troy suggested.

"That sounds like a great idea dad. We can head down to that place on main that you guys like."

"Then maybe you can grab some real food, for later," Taylor added but sidestepped the swat her brother made at her.

"Let me just grab your bags and take them upstairs, while I get my wallet." Sid made a move to head out the door, behind his family, when you grabbed his hand and pulled him back.

"Hey, I'm gonna head out, ok?"

"What? No, we're all going to breakfast, including you." His hands moved up and down your arms in a comforting way, yet you still felt awkward at that moment.

"Sid, look at me." You motioned to your messy hair and his oversized clothing you were wearing. "I can't go to some restaurant with your family like this."

"Babe, you could literally wear a sack and look gorgeous, but if you're uncomfortable go throw on your dress from last night." He always made everything seem so easy like all you did was snap your fingers and poof you'd look like someone that was worthy to be on his arm.

"I think it's still a bit damp and probably wrinkled from me throwing it in the bag."

"All right, just stay here a sec will you." He scooted out and brought in the couple bags his parents had, announcing as he came in. "So change of plans, I'm gonna call down to the restaurant and have things brought here." Oh my god, you want to die of mortification right then and there. He was really going to tell his parents that you didn't have anything decent to wear out with them. Why he couldn't just let you head home was beyond you. "The menu's in the left-hand drawer over there, everyone, pick out what they want and I'll order it in a minute." You took note of how he emphasized the word, everyone.

"Why don't we just go there?" And here there was the question that you would die a thousand times over as soon as Sid answered his sister.

"Well, it's going to be crowded as hell, and I doubt I'd get to eat anything with everyone coming up to congratulate us and stuff. It'd be a lot easier on me if we just ate here." Damn, did Sid just save your ass with his family? He really was turning out to be the perfect boyfriend in every way, and if his parents were standing there you would've shown him just how much you appreciated what he'd done.

He started to leave, shuffling all three bags, somehow in his arms. "Here let me help you." You told him, and he handed over the lightest one to you. You followed him up the stairs and into one of the guest rooms. "Thank you for that." You breathed out, going up on your toes to deliver a sweet kiss to his lips.

"For what?"

"You know what," and he just smirked at you.

"You can really thank me later when we pick up where we left off earlier."

Your eyes got big, and a shot of lust ran through your body, only you found yourself saying. "It's going to have to be much later." Sid just quirked a brow at you. "I'm not staying here tonight with your parents."

"Why?" Why? Seriously, he was asking you that.

"You know why. They're your parents." You spoke the words through gritted teeth.

"And this is my house." He stated so matter of fact. "(Y/N), I'm almost thirty years old. If I want my girlfriend to stay over, they're not going to say anything."

"Of course, they're not, but they will be judging me."

"Do you know how long my mom has been on my case for me to ask you out?" It was easy to shake your head no because honestly, you couldn't see that happening. "Since, after your first conversation with her." He stopped you before you could respond. "I got off the trapped elevator and she called shortly after that. When I asked her about your phone call; she went on and on about you. Even asking me if I knew if you had a boyfriend." He grabbed your waist and pulled you close so that there wasn't any distance between your bodies. "Thank god you didn't." Sid dropped a kiss to the tip of your nose. "What I'm trying to say, is they already love you. Whether or not you stay here isn't going to change their opinion of you. Plus, you make me really happy, and I know that earns you huge points with them."

"Mmm, you're not the only one that's happy." You captured his lips but didn't linger too long, as you knew his family was downstairs, and despite his words, you still wanted to make a good impression. "Come on, let's go order breakfast."

As you went to leave, he pulled you back. "That's not an answer about tonight."

"No, it's a, we'll see how the day goes." It was your turn to tug on his arm and lead him out of the guest room.

"Then I guess I have all day to convince you." The morning flew by, as conversation flowed so easily between Sid's family and yourself. They all told cute little stories about a young Sidney Crosby and not just about his obsession with hockey. It was a glimpse into his life that not many people got to see and you soaked in every detail. Sid finally let you head back to your place to shower and change, on the condition that you pack a bag to stay overnight. By the time you got back to his house, it was time to turn around and leave for the baseball game.

The Pirates gave a nice tour of the facility to the players and their families, and it was nice to see all the athletes interacting. A few significant others had opted out of the game, still recovering from the night before. Vero and Catherine were there, but you spent most of your time with Sid's family. Everyone headed to the private box, while the players presented the trophy and Sid threw out the first pitch. The crowd erupted with chants of 'Let's Go Pens' as the announcer introduced the team and their championship win. It gave you goosebumps to hear all the cheers, and you'd be lying if you didn't tear up a bit at all the pride the city of Pittsburgh had in their team. It wasn't long before Sid started the game with a throw that could have him playing pitcher in the major league, instead of a center for the NHL.

He made his way up to the box, along with the rest of the players, shortly afterward. You were sitting with his family, in the middle of a conversation, when he slid in beside you pecking you on the cheek. As soon as there was a break, he asked, "so how'd I do?"

"Meh," you answered shrugging your shoulder. "If it was me, I would've thrown the curveball, but the fastball worked just as well." The chirp hit the mark, and had him tickling you under your ribcage; your laughter and his ringing throughout the box.

"Curveball, huh? I'll give you a curveball." He dropped a sweet kiss to your lips, definitely throwing you off, but you welcomed it all the same.

"Eeek, you two are just so cute together," Taylor told you, and a blush stole up to your cheeks as you mumbled thanks.

It wasn't long before Trina chimed in. "Taylor's right. I've never seen you this happy." His family's approval meant everything to you, for you knew how important they were to him. "So, when are you heading back to the lake house?" The mention of Cole Harbour took you off guard.

"As soon as all the festivities die down, I'll be headed up there." Somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew that Sid would head to his hometown eventually; you just didn't think that it would be so soon.

"Well, I know it's selfish but it will be nice to spend some time with you before you head off to Europe." Europe? Sid was going overseas. Why didn't you know this? And why did you get this pit in your stomach when you heard the news?

"If you'll excuse me a minute." You said to no one in particular. "I'm gonna go grab another drink." Taking your half-empty glass from the table in front of you, you headed over to the bar. You needed a minute to think. Thoughts started swirling in your head, you'd been in this little newfound bubble of…well, you didn't know what. It wasn't quite love yet, but it was way more than a feeling of like, and now all of a sudden it felt like that bubble was bursting. Of course, Sid would want to go home and spend time with his family, that only made sense, given that he only saw them sporadically throughout the year, and who deserved more of a vacation then him. Hell, he'd put so much time and effort into the season; he needed a little time to himself. The thing was, you'd been so caught up with getting to know Sidney Crosby the person, you'd forgotten that you'd just agreed to date Sidney Crosby the professional athlete. The one that would be gone for well over the next three months.

What were you thinking when you'd agreed to keep moving things forward? The logical part of your brain told you that you weren't; you'd been thinking with your heart instead. It seemed like everything had just fallen into place so perfectly, that it had nowhere else to go but up. Too bad you didn't remember the law of gravity and that what goes up must eventually come back down. You needed to get out here, to just breathe for a minute. Pushing open the door, you stepped out into the hallway and headed over to the side railing, gulping in the fresh summer air.

A few deep breathes in, you started to rationalize with yourself. It was three months, that really wasn't a long time, however, when you were just starting a relationship it seemed like a lifetime. Looking back, you realized it was the fact that you'd grown so used to seeing him every single day over the last eighteen weeks, that you weren't sure you were ready to handle not seeing him at all. Sure you could visit for a long weekend and stuff; it just wouldn't be the same. There were just so many maybes to the scenario. On one hand, maybe things would work out fine, but on the other, maybe you shouldn't be starting a relationship with someone that was going to be gone for that long of a time span. Maybe he'd find someone else while he was galivanting off in Europe, someone that more sophisticated and worldly. Maybe the two of you were just moving too fast. The one that scared you the most was maybe you weren't cut out to be the girlfriend of Sidney Crosby. You chewed the bottom of your lip as you let that thought settle into your brain. It wasn't something you wanted to dwell on, but once it had gnawed its way in, it was eating away at you. So much so that you started to believe it was true.

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dc41896 · 4 years

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In Due Time

Pairing: Steve RogersxBlack Reader

⚠️: None, all fluff🥰!

“Y-You’re sure this is right?,” he asks looking over the directions from the small box.

“Yes, I read over it multiple times.”

“And it’s 100% certain?”

“I still have to make an appointment with the doctor to officially confirm it, but from these three positives I think it’s safe to say I’m pregnant.”

Eyes red but bright from excitement, Steve wraps his arms around you deeply kissing your lips. “We’re gonna be parents,” he smiles as you wipe away his tears.

“Yea love, we are.”

Gently rocking you from side to side, he stares down at the three sticks on the marble countertop. While he was excited for this new journey with you, something deep inside him worried about if everything would be okay.

Although he always wanted kids, he was a bit apprehensive now being with the Avengers. Plus having the super soldier serum coursing through him, he wasn’t sure if that could potentially pose any problems to you or the baby. Being pulled from his thoughts, he feels you guiding his chin so he could look into your soft eyes. “Hey what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I’m fine just...thinking.”

“Of...?,” you softly giggle messing with his collar. “Come sit.”

Sitting next to you at the foot of the bed, his eyes stay focused on his fidgeting hands slightly worrying you. “Steve if you don’t think you’re ready-,”

“What? No! No angel, I’ve wanted this since forever and I’m definitely ready! It’s just...I really hope our baby takes after you; healthy, beautiful, smart, funny.”

“Aww that’s very sweet, but why just mine? You have plenty of features I’d want them to have.”

“Even if they’re like me pre-serum?,” he sighs, eyes beginning to water again. “I don’t want them to go through everything I did.”

“I wish I could tell you that wouldn’t happen, but we won’t know until the baby’s here. What I can tell you though is that if they are they will still get all the love in the world from both of us and we’ll figure everything out as we get to it.”

Taking his hand, you place it over your abdomen making him smile as he wipes a tear from his cheek. “Everything will be ok.” Bringing you closer to him, he lies back on the bed grazing his fingertips up and down your back as your head lies on his chest hearing his relaxed heartbeat.

“So, how are we gonna tell the team?”

“Who says we have to tell them?”

“We don’t, but I think my absence from the lab and my mid section growing to the size of a watermelon may give it away,” you laugh. “Come on they’re family, we can’t keep this from them.”

“You’re right, we’ll tell them when the time is right. I don’t want this somehow getting to Fury and he ship you guys off somewhere to be tested or something.”

“I think you’re worrying too much love, but ok we’ll tell them later. And then you can meet all your aunts and uncles,” you smile looking down at your stomach and making Steve lightly chuckle before kissing your forehead.

*4 months later*

Putting on his leather jacket, Steve grabs the keys to his motorcycle hurriedly trying to leave the Stark compound after his shorter than usual training session. He was due to meet you at your appointment 10 minutes ago, but trying not to seem too suspicious with his actions, he knew he had to at least stay and train for a while.

Hand on the door, he thought he was in the clear until being caught by Bruce.

“You’re not staying for the meeting with Fury?”

“I can’t today, I have an appointment to get to.”

“Oh, you okay? Do I need to get Tony?,” he asks concerned.

“Yea I’m fine, I just have to meet Sam to talk about some stuff. Fill me in on everything I need from the meeting though.”

“Yea yea of course. Oh, how’s Y/N doing? We haven’t seen her in a while and miss her in the lab.”

“She’s fine, just taking a little vacation time to herself, but I’ll let her know you asked about her. If anyone asks tell them where I went.”

“Okay, will do,” Bruce replies watching him walk out the door to his bike. Making his way to the conference room, he pulls out his phone to see a text from Sam himself.

Sam: Hey I’ll be at the compound in a few minutes

Bruce: How? I thought you were meeting Cap...

Sam: Not that I know of. Unless I forgot...Hold on let me check

“Huh that’s weird.”

“What’s weird?,” Tony asks stopping beside him holding his titanium mug.

“Oh uh Steve said he couldn’t make it to the meeting because he had to meet Sam, yet Sam just texted me saying he was on his way here.”

“Hmm that is weird. You know Rogers has been acting off lately, but I can’t exactly figure it out. We’ll look into it later though, can’t keep Fury waiting or else,” Tony responds miming his neck being sliced as he crosses his eyes making Bruce chuckle while following behind.

———

“Oh good! You’re just in time for the ultrasound Mr. Rogers,” Dr. Schwartz smiles as Steve quietly walks through the door.

“Sorry I’m late, work issues,” he apologetically smiles immediately sitting beside you and holding your hand after pecking your lips.

“It’s okay! You made it which is all that matters.”

Rubbing the cold jelly over your stomach, you slightly wince as a chill comes over your body. “I know it’s cold I’m sorry.”

“You’d think by now they’d have one that’s warm,” you laugh along with the doctor.

“Yea that’s what a lot of my patients say,” she smiles moving the device along your abdomen. “And here are your twins!”

Watching the two tiny bodies on the screen, you feel your heart race as their respective heartbeats fill the room making a bright smile span across your lips. “Wow that’s really them,” you speak just above a whisper as he leans in to kiss your temple.

“Yep and they look healthy, heartbeats sound good, and dad I already know what you’re gonna ask and Baby A seems to have a healthy length and weight while Baby B is a little smaller in comparison. But don’t worry that’s something that can happen with twins seeing that one may get more food than the other.”

“And is there anyway we can tell now if they might have any respiratory issues or if their DNA is altered?,” he asks gently squeezing your hand.

“The best way we can tell is after delivery. As soon as they’re here, we can test them on all of those things and see if we find anything concerning if you both elect to do that,” she answers wiping the gel off your stomach. “But you guys have a while so you don’t have to decide right now. I’m gonna go get these printed off for you so I’ll be back in a moment.”

Leaving you both in the now quiet room, Steve helps you sit up and pull your shirt down over your belly while you raise the band of your pants over the base of your stomach. Vibrating back to back on the chair next to him, he ignores the device and instead whispers to his unborn babies.

“Steve, you might want to see if that’s important.”

“I can get it later, you guys are more important.”

“What if it’s an emergency?” Sighing, he lightly taps under your chin with a smile before picking up his phone and reading through his messages. “Anything happen?”

“No it’s just Tony and Nat asking questions,” he replies putting it back in his pocket.

“I think it might be time to tell them love, I feel like they’re getting suspicious.”

“Mm I don’t know, maybe we should wait longer.”

“Well if you’re phone is gonna be going off like that all day and night I’m sorry but I’d go to the compound and tell them myself just to stop it,” you laugh as he shakes his head.

“Okay, we’ll do it when there’s a bit of down time and not any missions coming up.”

“Deal?,” you ask extending your hand in his direction making him chuckle while joining his hand with yours.

“Deal.”

*5 months later*

“What do you mean you can’t go?!,” Fury sternly asks watching Steve place his shield down and remove his cowl. “What could you possibly have to do that’s more important?”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t tell you.”

Scoffing, he turns to look at Tony who just shrugs. “Stark get your Captain please and remind him his job really isn’t up for debate.”

“I probably won’t be any help, but I’ll try,” he replies jogging upstairs to Steve’s room.

“Alright what’s going on Cap? First you were missing meetings and now you’re about to drop a whole mission?”

“Tony I wish I could be there but I can’t.” Pulling his black long sleeve shirt over his head, he grabs his keys off the dresser attempting to step beside his teammate only to be blocked in.

“Cap whatever it is I’m sure it can wait. If I don’t come down these stairs with you in your uniform Fury will kill the both of us and make it look like an unfortunate accident. Do you want that?”

Sighing, Steve manages to slide beside Tony making his way downstairs.

“So your turning your back on the team? Your family?,” Tony calls from the top step making Steve stop in his tracks.

“I’m sorry Tony,” he replies before rushing out the front door just as Vision meets Tony at the bottom of the steps.

“I take it Mr. Rogers still won’t be joining us?”

“No, not this time. But he’s not getting away that easily,” he answers pulling out his smartphone. “Vision I’m gonna need your help.”

———

“Sawyer and Sutton you both are more beautiful than I could’ve ever imagined,” Steve smiles holding a baby in each arm. “They look just like you angel.”

“Hmm I don’t know...I see mostly see you,” you answer watching as he gently rocks the sleeping twins.

“Mr. and Mrs. Rogers, you have a few guests here for you,” the nurse politely announces before Tony makes his entrance with Pepper and the rest of the team on his heels.

“I hear congratulations are in order for some lucky parents! We only wish we would’ve known sooner.”

“Y/N wanted to tell you guys earlier, but I told her to wait until I felt the time was right. If you want to be mad at anybody then be mad at me,” he answers placing the boys back in their respective warmed isolettes.

“Cap we’re not mad, just still a little lost on why it took this long,” Natasha adds leaning by the window.

“He thought somehow it’d get back to Fury and we all know how he can get sometimes. Plus we weren’t sure if the serum would potentially affect me or the boys so we wanted all the details first.”

“And did it?,” Bruce asks adjusting his glasses.

“No they’re all fine as of right now, we’ll see if anything happens with the twins though as they get older. How did you guys find out?”

“When you left, Vision and I were able to track you using the cameras throughout the city. We saw you both pull into the hospital and saw a very pregnant Y/N which made everything make sense, also sorry for what I said about turning your back on us. If I would’ve known-,”

“It’s okay, like you said you didn’t know. None of you guys did,” he replies sitting on the bed beside you.

“So can we get an introduction to the newest members of the team? We brought presents!,” Sam smiles as he and others hold up the bags they were holding.

“Of course! On the left we have Sawyer Steven Rogers and on the right is Sutton Grant Rogers,” you smile.

“They’re beautiful,” Wanda gushes with Vision’s arm around her.

“I wouldn’t be able to tell them apart from how identical they are,” Rhodey chuckles along with everyone else.

“At first we were afraid of that too, but once they opened their eyes we found out Sutton has mine and Sawyer has Y/N’s brown ones, which will definitely help.”

As if on cue, Sawyer begins to stir with bright eyes taking in his surroundings as he begins to whine.

“Uh oh sounds like someone’s hungry,” Pepper smiles watching Steve carefully pick him up to give to you.

“He’s not the only one. Hey since we’re out can we get Shawarma? Maybe the tiny person would like some too!,” Thor suggests making you giggle.

“I don’t think that’s what he’s in the mood for but thanks for the offer.”

“Alright lets leave the new parents be. Do you guys want us to pick up anything for you?,” Bucky asks as everyone heads towards the door.

“No we just ate not too long ago, but thanks,” Steve stands to walk them out. Telling the both of you congrats as they walk out, Steve softly closes the door behind them turning to see you feeding Sawyer while humming a lullaby.

“Why’s daddy staring at us huh?,” you smirk at Steve walking over to pick up an awake and cooing Sutton before sitting beside you.

“Because I love the three of you so much and hope you know it.”

“And we love you too,” you softly giggle leaning over to kiss his lips.

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stories-mostly · 5 years

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Stark's Bug

Tony Stark x son!reader

Its here and longer than usual. I was actually gonna make it more into a bonding chapter between Coulson and Bug at first. And I did but then I scraped that and wrote this instead. Enjoy :)

Words: 2691

Warnings: angst but nothing too major ;)

Chapter 11

You arrived at your home about an hour later. Traffic had been bad on the direct way so your driver took a detour. The house was empty so Pepper stayed for the night not wanting to leave you alone. You were glad about that.

The next day you woke up with your alarm, ate and brought some food downstairs as usual. But it was still empty. Pepper had left after breakfast telling you to call her if Tony wasn't back when it's time to go to school.

You got dressed, brushed your teeth and did your hair before waiting in the lab, what was left of it at least. Good thing you had shoes on. Your legs were bouncing in anticipation and anxiety. But to your relief Tony came back about 30 minutes later in the newly painted, and damaged suit.

He tried to let it be taken off but it stuck to him making you giggle which in turn made your presence known to him.

"Oh, hey Bug. What time is it?"

"7.06am." you told him and watched with amusement as he scolded Jarvis for not being able to take off his suit.

Pepper came in a few moments later. She didn't laugh.

"Are those bullet holes?" You frowned, are they?

Your day at school was uneventful and the classes were boring. At least your friends were there to entertain you during breaks.

You were picked up by Happy and brought home. Your dad was working in the lab and you did your homework and then spent your time playing with your Action figures and dolls upstairs, you didn't know the difference but apparently there was one. Jarvis kept you updated on your dads progress as well. It made you feel more secure knowing what he was doing and where he was.

"Captain Magic, save us!!!" you half shouted in a high pitch moving your civilians who were stuck in a 'burning building'. Swiftly your Captain Magic figure entered the scene. "Oh thank god, it's Captain magic!" the civilians cheered. But what's this? Captain Magic began blowing on the fire to increase it? Oh no!

"What are you doing Captain Magic? We're gonna die if you continue!" said one of your dolls stuck in the building.

"*gasp* That's not Captain Magic at all!" said another.

Your second Captain Magic action figure then made her entrance.

"She's not the real Captain Magic! I am!" She said floating in front of the building. The crowd both in and around the building gasped.

"An imposter??"

"But how? They look exactly the same!" you voiced the peoples distraught. "How will we know the difference!?"

There come the firefighters starting to spray the building down as the REAL Captain Magic carried the people from the building to the ground. Then suddenly the imposter attacked. "Ugh! Why are you doing this?" the real one asked as the imposter continued to attack. Throwing punches and kicks with skill. You made fighting noises as the fight continued.

"You could be good! We could help the people together!" Plead the real one as she kept the fake one down.

"I'd rather die than help you!" She said in a rough voice. Captain Magic punched her.

"Who send you?" She asked. But before she could get her answer a giant robot swooped into the scene.

"Oh no it's Megarobot! What will we do now?"

You couldn't continue your scene as Pepper interrupted it as she walked past. Making you stop and watch her.

"What are you playing?" She asked.

"Captain Magic appeared next to a burning building but instead of saving people she made the fire bigger. But it wasn't actually Captain Magic it was an imposter. The real one came and they fought and then Megarobot came, and that's where we are now."

"That sounds intense. I'll leave you to it then. Is Tony in the lab?" You nodded and waited til she was gone to continue your story.

The characters floated back into position and you continued.

You couldn't for long though since Pepper came back soon, she looked like she was in a hurry.

"Where are you going?" you asked sitting up straighter.

"To your dad office."

"Can I come?" You stood up before she could answer. She thought for a moment.

"I'm sorry sweety, but I can't take you with me today. Next time okay?" Defeated you sat yourself back down. And continued playing, this time more half heartily. You had really wanted to go with her.

Well your moping didn't last too long. Only a few minutes later the fight continued this time they defeated Megarobot together.

And yet Imposter Captain Magic attacked the real one again as soon as he was taken care of.

"Stop with this! You can still become good." Captain Magic said with desperation in her voice.

"Don't you get it? This isn't about being the bad guy. This is about you! You ruined my life! This is the day I can finally get revenge!" The imposter said and tore Captain Magics hands off the roof without further elaboration. Captain Magic fell, her Cape which made her fly was gone so she had no chance of survival. And all the while the imposter laughed like a maniac.

And with that the story ended and the real hero, died.

Or did she?

"You're just gonna kill her like that?" Tony commented as your imposter figure flew away.

"Yeah, but it's not over yet." you smiled at him.

"I see Pepper and Rhodes same gift mishap was actually a win. Huh?"

You nodded full of enthusiasm. There was so much potential in having the same figure twice.

"Alright but it's time to clean up here. It's late. It's way past bed time for you." He said pointing to the darkness that was visible through the window. Woah, when did that happen?

Reluctantly you grabbed your figures and trotted off into your room to put them away, floating some back to your room. While you did that you found your old headphones. You had gotten them together with a cheap mp3 player in a kids magazine. Intrigued and totally having forgotten about the plan of cleaning up. You plopped down on your bed and went through the saved music. They were mostly songs your dad liked with some more modern songs inbetween, like lady gaga. You smiled as you mouthed the words nodding your head along. Silently you put on a show to Rihannas Umbrella. It was such a great song. If you knew the word iconic you would've used it to describe the song.

Remembering your actual task at hand you stood up after a deep breath, put the mp3 player in your pocket and walked out.

As you rounded the corner to the living room still feeling great about the songs playing, your stomach dropped.

Obidiah was leaning over your father with a weird device in his hand. The air was caught in your throat as you heard his voice over your music. You quickly, and silently paused the music just as he said something about. "-killing the golden goose."

You watched in horror as he placed the device on the arc reactor in your fathers chest. Your dad didn't move.

"But, you see, it was just, fate you survived that" your father let out a grunt as the device clicked and Obie started turning it. Your breath shuddered and hand started shaking. You wanted to scream and hit him as he pulled out the arc reactor but you were rooted in place by a primal fear that took over. With a voice that would haunt you he said.

"You just had one last golden egg to give." You felt dizzy. You weren't known for nightmares but you were sure that this was one.

As tears started rolling down your cheeks as you heard the arc reactor being pulled completely from your fathers chest. The sound it made was sickening.

And why wasn't your dad moving? Why was he just laying there, letting him do all of these things. Stealing the thing that kept him alive.

Obie was making himself comfortable next to Tony, holding the reactor infront of him as if he enjoyed seeing him struggle. Drawing out his words in a low growl. Like he knew you could spot them. Like he knew he had to be quiet.

As he calmly put the reactor in a suitcase you hid back into the shadows.

"It'll be such a shame when little Y/n finds you after he wakes up. He's gonna be heartbroken and I will have to raise him. Just like I raised you."

Holding both hands over your mouth as he walked down another path to get out you let out a small shuddered breath.

As soon as you couldn't hear him anymore you rushed to your fathers side.

"Daddy! Daddy are you okay? Daddy say something!" You shouted in your panic, shaking him a bit and sobbing every time you took a breath.

"lab" He struggled to say, you knew what he meant. You stayed beside him helping him up and towards the elevator. Still having to sob with every few breaths.

"You're gonna be okay daddy, I'll help you daddy." You repeated often reaching the elevator you barely used. Tony had to lean against the side of it, breathing heavily. The shock still running through you, you felt like the word fuck. Fuck what are you gonna do? Fuck what is happening? Fuck is your dad gonna die?

The elevator stopped and you jumped out as soon as you could leaving your father to search for the gift Pepper had given him a few days ago.

"Jarvis where is it!?" You asked the AI but before he could answer Dum-E whirred into action picking the glass box up and holding it out for you to take.

"Thank you!" You sobbed and tried to pry off the gass from the bottom but it wouldn't budge. With a short look at your father a few feet away laying on the ground you smashed the box and broke off the reactor.

You almost tripped over your own feet trying to get to him. Dropping down on your knees beside him he took the reactor from you and with as much finesse as he could muster connected it back into the hole in his chest.

When the reactor started to glow a soft blue shade you breathed a sigh of relief and started wiping the tears from your cheeks but they didn't stop running.

Your father laid there catching his own breath gently having placed his right hand on your arm as a soothing gesture.

A few moments later Rhodey came rushing in shouting both your names.

"Tony!" He gasped as he saw the scene before him. You sitting next to Tony on your lower legs, wiping your face every few seconds. And Tony laying there almost motionless.

Rhodey dropped to his knees beside his best friend.

Tony grabbed onto Rhodey and started talking. Where was Pepper, that they had to find Obidiah and so on.

Your dad with the help of Rhodey stood up and started to get suited up.

In a flash he was gone and Rhodey was left alone with a small traumatised boy by his side.

With a deep breath he picked you up. He couldn't leave you here especially in your state.

"Let's go buddy. Wanna help me help your dad?" He asked placing you in the back of the nearest car. You just nodded and buckled up. Rhodey wiped your tears away and closed the door.

The car ride had a soothing effect. Within the short time you calmed down tremendously. You almost fell asleep, these few minutes had drained your very being of all the energy it had left. You woke right back up as soon as the car stopped moving.

"Hey bud, you wanna be carried?" Rhodey asked getting out of the car in a hurry and opening your door.

You nodded and let yourself be pulled up by the man. Wrapping your arms around his neck and laying your face on his shoulder as he walked into the base.

Rhodey just continuously talked to you. That you were brave and a strong little boy. That your father was fine now. There is nothing to worry about any longer. You were safe and so was everyone else. And so on.

In a sort of control room there were people loudly speaking to each other. Rhodey walked in with you and straight to one of the men who was holding a phone.

He said something about it being just a training exercise.

The people there fell silent. You were still in Rhodeys arms when he sat down. And fell asleep holding onto your uncle.

You didn't know how long you were asleep. All you knew was that you were suddenly back home next to your dad.

He was bruised and battered but looked like he was happy to see you. And you were happy to see him.

You slept in your dad's bed that night, cuddled deep into his side. He didn't die tonight. Partially thanks to you.

The next day was rather hectic, you woke up got done with your morning routine and then you all went to a press conference regarding the happenings of yesterday night. You even got to dress in a suit again, and you had placed your Captain Magic action figure in your breast pocket. Why? Because it looks cool.

Phil gave your dad some cards with his statement and turned to you before he left.

"Here I got you something." He said and pulled out a small package and handed it to you.

"What is it?" you asked not wanting to rip the gift paper immediately. He smiled down at you softly. With a sort of sorry look in his eyes.

"A little gift from me from one superhero loving kid to another." He ruffled your hair and said his goodbye. Phil knew what had transpired yesterday and just wanted to cheer you up a bit.

He left after you thanked him again. While Pepper and Tony were talking you ripped open the paper and found an action figure inside. "Captain America" was written in bold letters over the blue dressed figure.

"Whatcha got there?" Tony asked as he saw you staring at your gift reading what was written on the packaging.

"Coulson gave me a doll named Captain America!?" you said and showed him the little man and his gadgets.

Your dad smiled, a bit forced but mostly a real one. He may not like the captain usa but he certainly liked you being happy.

"Well do you know him?" He asked and you shook your head. Who the frick was this guy? You didn't like not knowing much about the action figure if you were going to play with it. So you made a mental note to do a bit of research on the man. Was he from the comics? You didn't read those often. And when then never something new.

Tony left after Pepper told him to go out.

Your attention was now focused on the screen instead of the doll. He made a joke and the reporters chuckled but then your dad got sidetracked after a question, he was never a good liar.

"The truth is, I am Iron man." He said and you grinned. You were now officially the son of Iron man. Not that being the son of Tony Stark isn't cool but Iron man sounded better. Also can Tony Stark shoot lasers just like that? You rest your case.

Rhodes scolded him for saying that but what was he gonna do? Say it's a joke? You were happy to now finally announce that Iron man is your favorite superhero so you did. It was no longer a secret!

"You wanna know who my favourite hero is?" You asked your dad hugging him.

"Yeah! Who is it?"

"You!!" You said and Tony's heart melted a bit.

It was late when you were finally back home, you were tired and dragged your steps while holding onto your father's hand.

You jumped when you heard a strangers voice. It was the Private boss (Captain?) of shield, as he had introduced himself as.

He was here to talk about some avengers initiative but you were too tired to listen properly. He and your father sat down to talk properly while you let your head rest on your fathers lab slowly drifting off to sleepy town. Still holding the doll. Well, action figure. But that's basically the same thing.

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irwinkitten · 5 years

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days like this | l.h, m.c, c.h, a.i

pairing: none prompt: not this time notes: last day of the birthday countdown fic week! day five!! thank you so much for the love you’ve shown this week. i’ve enjoyed writing something with the prompts and i’m hoping it’ll keep my mojo going as i continue to work on the various things i’ve got planned. this is just entirely soft and fluffy and i hope y’all love it. small masterlist of the fic week can be found here warnings: none word count: 2.3k!

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You knew that she was excited beyond reason knowing that her favourite uncles were finally back from touring.

Your daughter was practically begging you to ask them to come and visit, the last time she’d gotten so see them was months ago when they were touring in the city.

“I’ll ask them little bird, but I can’t promise that they’ll come around. They only got home yesterday and they’re going to be tired.” You warned and her face fell for a second.

“But I can see them this week?” This made you smile.

“Of course, they wouldn’t pass up a chance to spend the day with you, you know that. They might just be too tired to come around today.” She nodded before disappearing upstairs to her room, a loud banging telling you that she’d gone to the plastic drum kit that Ashton had bought her for her last birthday.

Opening the group chat you had with them, you sent the message.

‘I have a tiny human who has realised you guys are home. When you’re up for it, drop by later this week, you’d make her day.’

Heading to the kitchen, you began to make some lunch for the two of you as your phone pinged.

‘I think bug snuggles are required for recovery.’ Your eyes saw that was from Michael and you laughed.

‘Only if you’re up for it, I’ve told her you guys might be too tired to come around today so it’ll be during the week.’

Ashton was the next reply

‘I’ll bring some snacks. See you in thirty.’

This set off a discussion of various snacks followed by varying times from each member. You sent the eye roll emoji followed by a heart before making sandwiches, knowing that if they were bringing snacks, she wouldn’t eat anything else.

“Little bird, time for some lunch.” You called up, the banging stopping as she came rushing downstairs, the small toy drum sticks grasped in her hand.

She pulled herself up onto the dining room chair, setting the sticks on the table which made you laugh, snapping a photo and sending it to the chat.

‘Looks like someone has her sights set on her future career.’

‘Bass is better, I’ll teach her the right instrument.’ Came from Calum not even a minute later.

‘She’d still say that drums are the better instrument.’ You sent back as you ate your own food, placing the phone face down on the table.

“Did they answer mommy?” She asked between bites and you hummed in response.

“They’ll see. But no promises.” She nodded her head as she finished her food and helped you with the dishes, her giggles echoing through the kitchen as the water splashed the both of you as you filled the sink up.

Once the dishes were done and set on the side to dry, she was about to rush upstairs before there was a knock on the door, the sound of the door opening making her turn to you in confusion.

“Did we forget someone was coming round today mommy?” Your lips curved into a smile at her question.

“Why don’t you go see?” She scampered from the kitchen, making you countdown in your head from three.

As you hit one, she squealed.

“Uncle Ash!” Her giggle reached your ears followed by his own.

Making your way through, you found yourself grinning at the sight before you. Ashton had your daughter in his arms, her lips pulled back into the biggest grin as he peppered her face in kisses.

“And how’s my drumming replacement, huh?” She giggled, her face ducking away into his hoodie in embarrassment at his words.

“M’never replacing you.” She mumbled and he laughed.

“Good to know, lovebug.” She beamed at the nickname before squirming to get down from his arms. He obliged and she headed upstairs, her lips pulled back into a grin as Ashton greeted you with a warm hug.

“She’s so your favourite.” You teased him as you kissed his cheek.

“Just watch, Mike will arrive and I’ll be forgotten.” The two of you laughed as he followed you into the kitchen, placing the bag on the counter that contained various goodies. You peered in it for a second and laughed.

“She’s definitely gonna have a sugar crash. You all are.” You commented as he made himself comfortable, grabbing a drink.

“That’s the point. I think the others have the same idea of relaxed clothing. Means we can keep up with the little lovebug but also not feel uncomfortable if we do crash.”

“It’s a good job I ended up getting those big corner sofas otherwise there’d be no room for you all.” Came the tart reply and he laughed.

The door knocked once more and before you could even call for your little bird, she was flying down the stairs as the door started opening. You peered from the kitchen to watch your daughter launch at Calum who caught her with ease.

“Uncle Calum!”

“Ooft, hello to you too princess.” You laughed and she glanced back to you, her lips pulled back into a wide grin.

“Is uncle Lu and uncle Mike comin’ too?” You tried to hide your grin, but as her eyes practically lit up, you knew that you’d failed and she’d put two and two together.

“Does this mean movie day?” Calum asked, playing along as his eyes widened, looking between you and her. You snorted.

“I guess it does mean movie day. Wanna go get changed into some comfy clothes little bird?” She beamed as Calum set her down and she went running once more. You laughed as he wrapped his arms around you in greeting and you could feel the stress of the last few weeks melt away.

“And how is our favourite mom?” He asked once he’d let go and the three of you began to migrate towards the living room, snacks and drinks in hands.

“Stressed. It’s been a tough couple of weeks. I know that there are some kids giving her a hard time and she’s lashing out in return. I got called up to the school twice. First time because one girl had thrown something at her and she retaliated by pushing her over. Second time she hadn’t done anything but because the other girl had pushed her over and hurt her, I was still called in.” You explained as you tied your hair back, a soft sigh escaping.

“I take it work weren’t too happy about that?” Ashton asked quietly and you gave a sarcastic laugh.

“My boss has been a right bastard about it. Made a comment about her dad needing to be around to deal with her.” They flinched at that.

You’d been devastated the day that you’d received the call that her dad had been in a car collision and died. They boys had always been an active part of your little girl's life, but you knew they were stepping up, just like her dad would’ve wanted them to.

“What did you do after that?”

“Made the complaint to HR, told them the situation because he threatened to not pay me. They said that it was noted down and he’s now under investigation. All of us are suspended from normal work until the investigation is complete.”

“Are you at least getting paid?” Ashton asked, stunned. You nodded.

“Yeah, it’s full pay thankfully. She just thinks I’m on vacation from work.” You explained quietly when you heard her footsteps come flying down the stairs. They understood the silent request to not talk about it in front of you little girl.

Just as she launched upon Ashton, making him laugh, you heard the door go once more. Her head shot up from his chest where she’d rested it and you laughed.

“I’ll go get it.” You pushed yourself from your spot next to Cal and you were greeted with the door already opening, revealing Michael and Luke. You couldn’t help but giggle. Michael held five pizza boxes and in Luke’s hands you spied two bottles of wine.

“You guys are ridiculous.” You finally muttered before stepping aside so they could carry on through to the kitchen.

“You love us really.” Michael sang back. You grinned.

Luke dropped a kiss to your cheek as he passed on by, making you laugh as you pushed him towards the kitchen, closing the door behind him and following them both. When you reached the kitchen, you were pulled into a warm hug and you sighed, returning the hug tightly.

“You guys are the best, honestly.” You murmured in Michael’s ear and he pulled back, grinning.

“Oh we know we are. Now, where’s my cuddlebug?”

“Living room. We’re vegging out there.” He grinned, heading past you and you found yourself in another set of arms.

“Hope you don’t mind us bringing the wine. Figured that you could use a bit of a break too.” He murmured and you nodded your head against his chest.

“It’s fine. But if any of you guys drink, you’re not driving.” He grinned down at you as you pulled back, your tone stern.

“Yes mom.” He teased before you shoved him towards the living room.

When you followed him, you found yourself grinning. Michael had thrown himself down on the spot next to Ashton, and your daughter had immediately crawled to the spot between them, her arms wrapped around him.

“Hey, no cuddles for your uncle Lu?” Luke whined and she shook her head and he pouted before leaning over to ruffle her hair, making her beam back at him.

“I’ll cuddle you later uncle Lu.” You knew that she would as well. If there was someone she loved to cuddle, it was Michael. But Luke was a close second in her eyes.

He laughed, leaning over the back of the sofa and planting a kiss to the top of her head before he sat on the other sofa.

“What movie are we watching then?” Calum asked and she thought about it for a second.

“Tangled!” You snorted at that as you switched on the TV, flicking it onto Netflix and pulling up the movie before settling between Calum and Luke, your head resting on Calum’s shoulder as the title began rolling, your eyes darting over to the three on the second couch, her body pressed tightly between Michael and Ashton as she mouthed along to the dialogue.

“We’ll get her hooked onto a new film soon enough.” Calum hummed and you laughed.

“This will still be her favourite. Thanks for coming around and spending this day with her though, I know you guys only got back yesterday.” You felt a soft jab to your side from Luke.

“Hey, she’s worth it and we can’t let our favourite niece drive our favourite mom mad from watching the same film over and over.” He teased with a grin. You rolled your eyes in return, but smiled nonetheless.

“As long as you know that you guys don’t have to compete for our affections, then I’m all for you guys having days like this.” Luke grinned.

After the first film, Michael declared it was time for pizzas, making her gasp in delight as he pushed himself off the sofa. You went to join him, grinning as your little girl moved from Ashton’s side, crawling onto Luke’s lap and snuggling with him.

Whilst reheating the pizzas, the two of you talked quietly, catching Michael up with what was going on.

“Please tell me you’re looking for a new job?” He asked as you helped him put the second pizza in the oven to reheat.

“I’m looking, but nothing so far.” You sighed and he rested a hand on your shoulder in comfort. You smiled at him softly.

“If you need someone to look after her, you can always drop her by mine. Southy adores her and we both know how territorial Southy is.” This made the two of you share grins as you changed the pizzas over.

You could hear from the kitchen as she told the other three what she’d done at school, the various drawings and big things she’d accomplished.

Accepting the glass of wine from Michael as you two carried the pizza boxes through, a bright grin on your daughter's lips as she scrambled from her spot on Luke’s lap to open the pizza boxes, you could only watch in amusement as she picked the cheese one and returning to her spot between Michael and Ashton.

As the conversation moved onto the boys talking about tour, telling her small stories that had her giggling into her food when she took bites as they talked, you felt a sense of relief that at least if anything, she had four men in her life who would do as much as they could for her.

“Mommy, did you really go on tour with them once? And did uncle Lu really try to prank you with the bad doughnuts?” And a Luke whined in protest as you giggled, you felt more and more relaxed as the conversation flowed from one story to another, her eyes and ears taking in everything before they began to get heavy and she curled closer to Michael, all of them pausing for seconds to yawn.

“How ‘bout we nap cuddlebug? Then we can watch some more films.” Michael bargained with your child and she thought about it for a second before nodding her head.

It didn’t take much longer as the others seemed to be following her lead and even you couldn’t stop yourself from curling into Calum’s side, his arm squeezing you gently as your eyes surveyed the room.

“You rest as well, you need to look after yourself as well.” Calum hummed and you chuckled softly before allowing yourself to relax, the warmth of your home and a full stomach lulling you into a relaxed nap, feeling like things were going to at least go up from here.

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CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT: CHAPTER SIX | ME AND MY BROKEN ARM

Saturday, October, 10th

4:21

Turned out it was indeed broken.

Or, at least, that's what Dr. Richard said. He used to patch up soldiers in the military but lost a foot during an explosion and was forced to retire. Now, patch up people who can't afford hospital fees in an old basement on Southside.

Dr. Richard casted FP's arm without asking questions. With Serpents frequently coming in with gun/knife wounds, the old man knew better than to ask. The less he knew, the safer he was.

Once they were done with the cast, Alice walked FP home, saying she had left her bag there. Truth was, she didn't brought her bag tonight; she simply wanted to make sure his dad wouldn't aim at him again.

FP couldn't help but feel like an infant as Alice helped him undress - it was a struggle with his cast. His arm would hurt every time he'd try to move it. How was he supposed to take off his jeans and tee shirt with one arm without moving his right arm? It was impossible without someone's help.

''If I can't undress by myself, how am I going to have sex with this damn cast?'' the teenager asked as Alice pulled his tee shirt over his head.

She snorted. ''Tell your big dick not to worry. The swelling will go down and the painkillers will kick in. You'll be fine.''

''The painkillers?''

Dr. Richard wanted to sell them for fifty bucks but FP's wallet was dry...so they didn't get them. That's what he thought.

Alice pulled out the bottle from her leather jacket's pocket and wiggled them in front of FP's eyes.

''Did you steal them?'' he asked, popping open the painkillers's cap and swallowing two pills dry.

''No, Dr. Richard keeps his good shit locked up. He has like, five padlocks on his cupboard.''

''Wow. That...intense.''

They moved to the jeans and FP undid his belt, working on the button and zipper. ''How did you get them, then? Please tell me you didn't pay-''

''You're a good fuck, Jones, but, I wouldn't spend fifty bucks on you. I just showed him my boobs and he let me the bottle.''

''You did what?! That man's a fucking perv.''

''You didn't have anything to pay, I wasn't going to let you in pain.''

She helped him out of his jeans and FP pulled her onto his lap before kissing her. ''I'm the one you should be showing your boobs to.'' He dipped his head and bit at the part of her breast that was peaking out from her bra.

The blonde laughed and swatted his good arm. ''Stop it, you're gonna pierce my shirt.''

FP snickered. ''I'm not a fucking shark.''

''I know. I wouldn't let you go down on me if you were.''

A smug grin spread on the boy's lips. ''You love when I do that, don't you?''

She hummed, closing the gap between their lips, tongue sliding in. FP's hand snaked under her shirt and she pulled back. ''I should get going. It's almost four-thirty.'' Standing from the Bulldog's lap, she straightened her clothes and headed toward the door. ''Night, Jones.''

16:09

When FP woke up, he quickly realized the painkillers had stopped working their magic. He groaned, rolling over and grabbed the bottle of medicine from his nightstand, taking two. Checking the time on his alarm, FP almost couldn't believe he it was ten past four. He had never slept in this late before. Maybe it was the painkillers's fault?

The stillness of the house told FP that his dad hadn't returned from work. He let out a breath, relieved. After last night, the teenager didn't feel like sharing a room with his old man. He fucking broke his arm, it wasn't some little bruise he could cover. People would ask questions at school. Around town. At work. Can he even work with his cast?

''How am gonna explain this to everyone, Ali?'' FP asked as they were taking the turn on Elm Street. He raised his cast. ''I can't tell them what happened.''

Alice pursed her lips. ''You have time to figure it out...or I can push you down the stairs.''

Standing from his bed, FP made his way to the bathroom to shower. He took one after the game but with everything that happened last night, FP doubted he was still smelling fresh. Like always, the water was on the colder side - thanks to his dad for not replacing the water heater. To add to his unpleasing shower, he had to put a plastic bag around his cast to keep it from getting wet - very trendy if you ask him.

The doorbell rang mid-shower but FP ignored it. At this hour, it's probably an Avon ambassadors or hawkers.

To his annoyance, the sound persisted and the teenager quickly rinsed off, wrapping a towel around his waist. He went downstairs and opened the door, leaving a trail of water behind him. A tall man with slicked back salt-pepper hair, a matching beard and a heavy, worn in leather jacket stood of their doorstep.

''Is Forsythe here?'' the man asked, skipping presentations and greetings.

''Who's asking?''

''A...friend.''

FP pursed his lips, judging the man.

Beside his work buddies, his dad didn't have many friends and FP was pretty sure he had never seen this man before. Who was this man and why was he trying to pass for father's pseudo friend?

''Do you know what time he'll be back?'' the man pressed.

''Erm, no,'' FP lied, having a bad feeling.

Jaw clenching, the man cursed. ''You're Forsythe's son, aren't you?'' He raised an eyebrow at FP, seeing a resemblance with his dad. ''Tell your old man he better bring us the money soon or else he won't be walking on his two legs,'' he threatened before turning around, leaving the Jones's property, giving FP a full view of the patch on the back of his jacket. A beige skull with a red ring around it and one word at the bottom of the design: Ghoulies.

18:45

Forsythe came home half an hour after the man left. He didn't stay long though. He changed out of his work uniform and headed back out for the night - probably to some bar. A part of FP wanted to confront his dad about the man who came this late afternoon, last night's fight came into his mind as he glanced down at his casted arm and he decided to ask another time. He already one invalid arm, he didn't want to risk another injury.

Taking advantage of the absence of his father, FP turned up the sound of his and put on one of his favorite cassette tape - thanks Fred for the birthday present. He laid on his back, only clothed of plaid boxers and an old band tee, letting Nirvana's Come as You Are fill his ears. The music was so loud he almost didn't hear the phone ringing downstairs. If the song hadn't ended and the caller hadn't persisted, he honestly would've never heard it.

FP paused his music and headed to the kitchen, picking up the device from its receptor. ''Hello?''

''Hey, FP, it's Gladys. My dad is letting me borrow his car for the night, wanna go to the drive-in with me? There's a special showing of Dirty Dancing.''

FP scoffed. Dirty Dancing? Not really his genre... ''Why would I go see Dirty Dancing?''

''There's some steamy scenes in it...and we don't have to actually watch the movie,'' she said suggestively.

Although a good fuck would've helped him releave some tension, FP couldn't say yes to Gladys. He would have to explained how he got his arm in a cast and, honestly, he wasn't feeling up for that. He also didn't want her to scribble pink hearts all over it with a marker.

His left hand and crumpled magazines will have to do for tonight.

''Tempting. But, I'll have to pass.''

''Since when do you pass on a good fuck?'' There was a short pause and Gladys blurted out a new offer, afraid FP would hang up. ''I'll suck your dick. I know you love my lips around you.''

''Another time.'' FP laughed, shaking his head. ''Bye, Gladys.''

21:03

Around nine, FP's stomach felt funny and he realized he had been popping painkillers all day on an empty stomach. Very bright. Knowing better than checking in the fridge - he knew it was empty -, he put on a thick flannel over his tee shirt and a pair of ripped jeans and headed to Pop's.

The diner was empty when he walked in.

''You know it's your day off, kid?'' Pop said from behind the counter as he saw FP walking in.

''Can't I crave a good burger on my day off?''

Pop smiled. ''Sure can.''

The elder man went to the kitchen and got started with FP's order. Two cheeseburgers, on large fry and a chocolate milkshake. Once everything was ready, he returned to the front and set the teenager's order on the counter.

''What happened to your face?'' Pop asked as he put FP's burgers down, catching sight of the cut on his forehead.

''Partied too hard last night. Fell on the way home,'' FP explained, lying through his teeth and lifting his cast.

Pop hummed. ''You should go lighter on the beer, next time,'' he suggested with no judgement. ''Still able to come in tomorrow?''

''I guess so.'' FP took a large bite of his burger, calming down his stomach.

''I've seen a blind man flipping burgers. You sure can take orders and clean tables with one hand.''

Two girls walked in, taking a seat at one of the booths. Pop went over to take their orders, telling FP he'll be back shortly.

''A brunette with brown eyes passed and asked for you earlier tonight.''

Gladys, FP guessed. She must've passed to see if he was working before calling.

''Is she your girlfriend?''

FP snorted. ''No, Pop.''

The man hummed. ''Why not? She seemed nice. And beautiful too.''

''We're just fooling around. Nothing serious.'' He'll admit, Gladys was a beautiful girl but, FP couldn't see himself dating Gladys. She was a bit too eager for his taste. ''Since where are you interested in my love life?''

''I've known you since you were barely two foot, FP. I've seen you grow up and become the handsome man you are today. I'm just surprised that the Bulldogs's MVP isn't already taken.''

Just as Pop finished his sentence, the bell dinged and Alice walked in, looking dashing as always in her ripped denim and leather jacket.

''Rumor has it, FP Jones has some erectile trouble.''

FP turned, a frown on his face. ''What the fu-?'' His eyes softened, catching sight of her. She had a grin on her lips, knowing very well it wasn't true.

''I was at the drive-in with friends and I heard a group of girls saying Riverdale High's BMOC had problems below the belt. Is that true, Jonesy?'' She raised an eyebrow and took a seat beside FP, stealing a fry from his plate.

He flashed her a smug smile, holding her gaze. ''You're best placed to know, don't you think, Alice?''

''You came here to drown your sexual frustration in burgers?''

''Pop's burgers are the best, can't you blame me? Oh, that's right, you haven't tasted them yet.''

She rolled her eyes, stealing another fry.

''Did he mention today's his day off?'' Pop informed her, butting in from behind the counter.

FP narrowed his eyes at his boss.

''It's your day off?'' She gave him a judgmental look. ''Who in their right mind go to their work place during their day off?''

''Yeah, yeah. Laugh all you want. These are still fucking delicious.'' He took a large bite of his burger and exaggeratingly moaned at the taste.

21:51

Secluded in FP's bedroom, the raven haired boy pushed the material up Alice's torso until her breasts were exposed to his hungry eyes. He pressed a kiss right between her two breasts before moving his mouth to the side, closing over her nipple and Alice moaned. She arched her back as FP sucked gently, stopping for a brief second to switch and take her other nipple in his mouth.

Alice sat up, reluctantly pushing FP's mouth off her body. ''Let's play a game tonight, Jones.''

FP cocked an eyebrow, pushing that annoying piece of hair away from his face. ''A game?''

The blonde nodded, a mischievous look on her face. ''Since Dr. Richard said you had to rest, I thought...maybe I should be in control tonight. What do you say, FP?''

It wouldn't be the first time she'd take control. She had the ridden the stallion before and - wow - that girl was something. She knew what she was doing and wasn't the kind to get tired after two minutes, she was a strong one.

''I say it's a fucking brilliant idea.''

She rose from her spot and removed the rest of her clothing, laughing as FP was still in the process of removing his belt. He gave her the finger and she laughed even more, clearly amused.

Once he was ridden of all clothing pieces, FP sat comfortably against his pillows. ''Ma lady.'' FP took Alice's hand and pulled her over his lap, one leg on each side.

''Do you still have condoms?''

He nodded and reached to his bedside table, ripping the packet with his teeth. At least he knew how to do that with one hand.

Guiding Alice closer with his good arm, she closed the gap between their bodies, pressing her lips to his. Her hands moved to the side of his head, fingers lost in his dark tresses as FP's dick brushed her entrance. He groaned at the contact, jerking his hips up to meet her but she fled his touch, an amused grin on her lips.

While it was fun to tease FP, she too was horny for the good dick so she reached back, holding FP's erection and sunk down without warning, feeling his fingers curl on her waist, digging into her skin as he disappeared inside her.

"Fuck, Ali," he muttered under his breath, feeling her tight walls around him.

She rose up on her knees and sunk down again as FP licked into her mouth and met her every moves. At that, she let out a small noise that he wanted to hear for the rest of his life...so he did it again.

Sunday, October 16th

6:53

When FP arrived at Pop's on Sunday, he was surprised to see Pop alone behind the counter.

''Morning, Pop. Where's Fred?'' he asked his boss.

''At home.'' FP pulled his eyebrows together. ''He called saying his father had been admitted to the hospital during the night.''

''Mr. Andrews? How come? I've seen him no later than Friday at the game. He was looking in great shape.''

Pop shrugged. ''Fred didn't say a lot. He sounded pretty shaken up. You should give him a call. He'll need the support from his best friend.''

FP nodded, taking note. ''Will do.''

19:30

After his shift, FP headed straight to Fred's. If he's not home, he'll go to the hospital.

FP pushed the doorbell and a few seconds later, the door opened, revealing a tired looking Fred. Without saying anything, Fred stepped away from the door and FP followed him inside. They sat in the kitchen, Fred at the head and FP to his left.

''I heard from Pop about your dad.'' FP paused, seeing his friend stiffening. ''How is he?''

''He's stable. The doctors was sketchy, though. I think they're holding something from me.''

That can't be good, FP reasonned but said nothing. He was there to show his friend support, not make him worry and feel worse.

''What happened?''

''Heart attack,'' Fred replied. ''I-I found him on the floor when I got home from the party. I shouldn't have gone-'' Fred put his head into his hands.

''Hey, it's not your fault. You couldn't have know, Freddie.''

''The doctor said if I had found him five minutes later he would-''

''Stop. Your dad's alive. That's all that matters.'' Fred rubbed his eyes, nodding. ''Whatever happens, he'll get through it. Your dad's a strong one.''

Fred nodded and FP pulled him in a bro hug.

''I'm scared for him. I...I can't lose my dad, FP.''

Monday, October 12th

10:10

In English, Hermione took Fred's seat and sat beside FP.

''I saw you.''

FP glanced at her, eyebrows pulled together.

''With that Southside hoe at Mantle's party,'' she continued, scribbling down on her worksheet, making it look as if they were discussing about the lesson. ''Lowering your standards, I see. Let me guess, did all the hot girls saw through your player game and ditched you for your teammates? Next thing, you'll be hitting on Penelope Blossom.''

The raven haired boy snorted. ''As if,'' he said, chewing one his gum.

''Maybe that's not such a good idea, after all. I heard tiny dicks gets caught between brace archwires.''

''Thinking about my dick, uh?'' FP called back with a smirk.

She wrinkled her nose. ''Ew, gross.''

''What exactly is going down with you and Alice?''

''Nothing serious. We're just messing around.''

''Does messing around include a pain kink or? Last time I saw you, your arm was fine and that was before you left with that blonde psycho.''

''Shut up, Hermione. You don't know shit,'' FP replied through gritted teeth, defensive. ''I was drunk and fell on the way home.''

She laughed, shaking her head. ''Disreputable. At least Hiram can hold his alcohol.''

Why was she bringing Hiram into this? Wasn't she into Fred at the party?

FP scoffed. ''Such an admirable Romeo.''

The sarcasm in his voice made Hermione narrow her eyes at him behind her glasses.

''Laugh all you want, Forsythe. One day, I'll be on the edge of glory with Hiram and you'll be at the rock bottom, scrubbing toilets in one of our properties all because you got downgraded from the football team in high school. Why was it again? Being caught pants down on school grounds?''

''Fuck off.''

NEXT CHAPTER (COMING SOON)

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dontshootmespence · 6 years

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The Weather Must Be Getting To Me

A/N: Day 22 of the 25 Days of BAU Christmas! I just HAD to do the “we’re platonic but we’re snowed in...” prompt. Had to. I also saw the prompt “YOU DON’T LIKE MARSHMALLOWS IN YOUR HOT CHOCOLATE? WHY DO YOU HATE LOVE?” And wanted to use that too. :D

Warnings: Smut

“I told you you were gonna be snowed in if you came over!” You yelled, laughing as Spencer tried in vain to open the door out of your apartment building.

Spencer kicked the door in mock rage. He had Christmas shopping to do. “Dammit! The Department of Public Works had to know this was coming! How were they not prepared?!”

You couldn’t help but howl with laughter. “Spence, I fucking warned you and you decided to come over anyway. You’re stuck with me until this gets taken care of.”

Spencer knocked his head repeatedly against the glass before turning around to follow you back up the stairs. “See, this is what I get for stopping by to see my best friend after she was sick.”

“Again, Spence, I did tell you so.”

“Shut up.”

Opening the door, you shoved Spencer toward the couch and walked into the kitchen. The lobby downstairs was freezing. It’s what you got for cheap rent, but still, it was freezing and now you wanted hot chocolate. “You want some hot cocoa?” You asked.

“Yea, no marshmallows though.”

What? How? Why? How were you friends? “YOU DON’T LIKE MARSHMALLOWS IN YOUR HOT CHOCOLATE?”

“We’ve been friends for seven years? How did you not know this?”

You stared into oblivion for a few moments before repeating yourself. “YOU DON’T LIKE MARSHMALLOWS IN YOUR HOT CHOCOLATE? WHY DO YOU HATE LOVE?”

“I don’t hate love!” He replied, taking the hot cocoa sans marshmallow (seriously what the fuck). He almost sounded offended. “It just dilutes the taste of the hot chocolate.”

“You mean it enhances it with creamy deliciousness! How are we even friends?”

“Bite me. And put on a movie.”

“You’re not the boss of me.”

“Yea, I’m not,” he laughed, taking a sip of his drink. “Seriously though. Can we watch something? Because otherwise I’m going to perseverate on the fact that I’m supposed to be shopping right now.”

“Of course,” you laughed. “How about Miracle on 34th Street?”

“Good by me.”

The movie didn’t matter. Within 15 you and Spencer had fallen asleep. Between both your jobs and the Christmas rush, it had been a rough week.

Two hours later you opened your eyes slowly, rubbing the metaphorical sand from your eyes with the back of your hand. As you moved to get up, you realized where you were. Somehow, in your sleep, you’d ended up on top of Spencer, your head rising and falling in time with his chest.

Immediately, you popped up, which jarred him awake.

“What happened?” He pushed himself up. “Were you sleeping on me?”

“No, of course not.”

As he stood up, he mentioned that he was going to run down and check the snow situation. But no luck. “It still hasn’t been touched. Sometimes, I really hate the city.”

“It’s definitely love hate.”

After getting on the phone with the city to see what the fuck was their problem, you and Spencer stood in the center of the room in silence. “I’ve been doing nothing but working and sleeping and online shopping because I can’t bear to go into stores all week long. I’m either going stir crazy or the weather must be getting to me.”

“Seasonal affective disorder,” Spencer replied.

“It’s fucking stupid and it’s driving me crazy. The city needs to get off their collective asses and plow this bitch so I can at least go outside just for the joy of it even if the sun is barely out and isn’t going to do anything for me. I don’t feel like watching a movie, I’ve been drinking my weight in cocoa lately, and I’m just-”

All of a sudden Spencer’s lips crashed into yours. You melted into him slightly before realizing what was happening and pulling away. “What was that?”

“I wanted you to calm down.”

“And that was your way of going about it?”

“It works in the movies.”

“Movies.”

But...

“You are good at that though.”

“What?”

“What do you mean what? Kissing! You have nice lips. You should do that again.” Spencer had been your best friend forever, and sure you found him attractive, but it had never been like that. ...Right?

Spencer smirked. “I mean...I have more than once thought about crossing that line...but are you sure?”

Were you really going to make out and possibly sleep with your best friend? This could be the worst decision ever. Or maybe it would be the best? Fuck. Why were hormones so stupid? “I’m sure.”

“You know me, Y/N...I don’t do the one night stand thing. If we cross this line, I want to explore this aspect of our relationship.” He swallowed hard, as if he was hoping for a particular answer. Had he really had feelings for you for a while now? Why wouldn’t he have said anything? Shut up, brain. Just kiss him.

No think for a minute you fucking idiot.

Everyone you’d ever known had told you that finding a romantic partner boiled down to finding a best friend that you wanted to fuck. Spencer was your best friend. He knew everything about you. In seven years, you’d never fought. The only thing he’d ever kept from you were his apparent feelings. Otherwise, he told you everything. You were his sounding board, but it was never one-sided. He’d been there through crying jags over exes and the loss of your dad. “Okay,” you said softly as you stared at his perfectly heart-shaped lips.

That seemed to be enough for him.

His fingers entangled in yours as he closed the space between you and brought his left hand to graze the side of your face. The slight chill in the apartment dissipated as his lips touched yours again. How had you not even made-out until now? His lips were amazing. Gently, he pressed you into the wall and traveled down the side of your neck, nibbling slightly and causing you to whimper.

Yours hands came up around the back of his neck and traveled through his hair, pushing him closer. Apparently, he liked that. Duly noted. Whenever you tugged at his hair, he tasted your skin more hungrily than before. “Get up here and kiss me,” you whispered as you smiled into his hair.

Spencer chuckled against you. His nose skated up the side of your face as he came up to look at you. “You are not the boss of me.”

“Yes, I am.”

His laugh reverberated through you when you kissed him. Pushing back against the wall, you lifted your hips to wrap your legs around him and went immediately to the buttons of his shirt. “Have you always wanted to undress me?”

“Maybe...”

Within minutes, his shirt was on the floor and your own soon followed. In the years that you’d been friends, you though you’d seen every look that Spencer could’ve given you, but half naked before him brought a hunger to his eyes you hadn’t seen before. “You’re so beautiful.”

The affirmation made you blush. You wanted him. How this wasn’t apparent before you didn’t know, but you wanted him right now. You let your legs slide down his body and back toward the floor. What better way to spend a snowed in day?

“Let’s go inside,” you said, grabbing Spencer’s belt and leading him into your room.

He took you off guard when you entered the room and picked you up, throwing you onto the bed and coming to hover over you. Again, you tangled your hands in his hair and coaxed him down your body, whimpering again at the feel of his lips against your skin. His fingers peeled back the delicate lace of your bra and grazed your nipples, bringing them to hardened peaks within minutes. “Kiss me,” you breathed.

Spencer gently clamped down on your nipple and rolled it around with his tongue while his hand slid down your jeans and played with your slick heat. “So wet...”

You reached down and put your hand over his, encouraging him to touch you more insistently. “For you. Please, Spence.”

Kissing down your body, he continued to play with your clit as he removed your pants with the other hand. He stepped out of his own pants and joined you back on the bed. After being friends for seven years, you would’ve thought that being naked with Spencer might have been weird, but it wasn’t. It felt like the most natural thing in the world.

He peppered your body with kisses and moved down to your slit. With one fluid motion, his tongue traveled up along your folds. He devoured you - never sticking with one movement for too long lest you get used to it and come to quickly. “Please, oh my god, Spence. I’m...I’m...”

“Come for me.”

The second he spoke, you climaxed around him and tightened your legs around his head, riding out the high as he continued. “I had no idea you could do that,” you laughed.

When he moved back up to kiss you, you tasted yourself on his lips and reached toward the bedside table for a condom, quickly sheathing him before placing the tip of his cock at your entrance. “Take me, Spence,” you breathed.

As he entered you, you cried out slightly, biting down on your bottom lip to keep from becoming too loud. His mouth fell open as your walls tightened around him, but he worked through the intense pleasure, slowly undulating his hips above you. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pushed on his lower back, silently giving him permission to fuck you harder.

“Oh fuck!” His cock hit that sensitive spot inside you. It was overwhelming and you reached back to grasp the bedpost. “Please. More. Oh fuck...”

“Y/N,” he said. His own hand reached up, covering yours as it gripped the post. “I’m going to come.”

“Please. I want you to. Please. Come with me, Spence.”

Mirrored like before, the second you spoke Spencer surged inside you, thrusting inside you one final time as he groaned. He let out a large huff of breathe as he fell at your side and clutched the blanket to his chest.

Wow, that was amazing, you thought to yourself. “Worth crossing boundaries for?” You asked with a smile.

“More than.” Turning into you, he gathered your body close and buried his head in your side.

After making out in bed for another 30 minutes, you got up and grabbed something to eat to see that the city had finally got some people out to plow the roads. “I do actually have to go shopping for gifts,” he said, coming up behind you and burying his head in your neck. “Wanna come with? Get out of the apartment for a while for something that isn’t work?”

“That sounds good,” you replied.

Spencer blushed as you turned around to face him. “What?”

“Maybe...” he said, shuffling his feet behind him. “Maybe I can come back here after? Stay the night?”

“You just might be able to,” you teased. “Maybe we’ll even get snowed in again.”

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dammitolly · 3 years

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Two: "Stark"

Warnings: none :)

My phone was confiscated by Happy, the head of Mr. Stark's security. Meaning I couldn't call Kaitlyn and tell her what was happening, which I'm sure was freaking her out. She and I told each other everything. We always knew what was going on with each other. I wouldn't be surprised if she showed up at my front door in an hour. But, of course, by then I would already be halfway to New York. I laughed at the irony of the situation. Kaitlyn, the one who couldn't wait to get the hell out of here is going to be stuck here for another year, while I join Tony freaking Stark, my long lost dad, in the city where she's always wanted to be.

I couldn't help but wonder if this was going to be the breaking point for her. I was leaving Hawaii to live where she's always wanted to be, leaving her behind. I wondered how mad she would feel, or if she'd never speak to me again, if she'd be willing to forgive me. Who knows? Maybe she'd think the whole thing was a hoax, a big prank. I was still trying to convince myself it wasn't. From an outside perspective, this did seem crazy. Astrid Howard Williamson, now Astrid Stark, long lost daughter of the man himself.

I mean... an hour ago I was just a girl from Honolulu, hoping she had enough money in her bank account for a hamburger, now I'm the next of kin to Tony Stark, and heir to a multi billion dollar company. Of course it would seem like I was lying, the whole thing sounded crazy.

"Hey squirt," Tony's voice said from my doorway. The nickname felt familiar, like I'd been called that my entire life. And, as much as I hated to admit it, Tony felt familiar. When I shook his hand, it was warm and nothing at all was unfamiliar about the way it completely engulfed my own. I suppose genetically we already had a bond, I wondered if I would have the same one with my mother, had she not been killed in childbirth. But, I wouldn't tell him that, because he didn't deserve to know.

I looked him up and down, trying my hardest to make him feel insecure, to let him know he wasn't welcome... not yet anyway. But of course, he's Tony Stark, nothing makes that man insecure. Especially not a 17-year-old girl from Hawaii. He had taken off his ridiculous sunglasses and tie, he looked more casual than he had before. I nodded by way of greeting, "Mr. Stark."

"God," he said, rolling his eyes as he sat at the foot of my bed, watching me as I folded my clothes and placed them into a bag. "No need to be so formal, calm down."

"Sounds funny coming from the man who just dropped the biggest bomb that anyone could possibly drop on me."

He shrugged, "I'm not going to live forever, I need someone to take over the company."

I jabbed my finger to his chest, my nail tapping against the metal, "That insures your company's future, that piece of metal. Not me."

"You ensure that the company goes to a Stark, not someone else," he said. "I want to take you under my wing as an apprentice."

"No," I said sternly, zipping up my backpack aggressively. "I agreed to live with you for one year, and that's it. I will not be staying at the Avengers tower for longer than that and I won't be choosing you over the life I've worked for. Find someone else."

He sighed and looked away from me, "Well," he said, standing up and heading to my door. "I hope you change your mind. The car is waiting downstairs."

"Fat chance," I muttered under my breath. After my goodbyes with Gran and Gramp, I got into the car with Tony. I was still uncomfortable with the idea of calling him 'dad' so I was playing with the names Mr. Stark and Tony, seeing which ones flowed well in conversation, not that there was very much of that happening between us.

"Where will I be staying?" I asked, cutting the silence like a knife.

"Tonight, in Malibu," he replied, "but we're leaving for New York in the morning. Make sure you don't fall asleep on the plane, okay? You don't sleep all night if you do. Tomorrow's gonna be busy."

"Why?"

Tony pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, "I need to get you into our system, possibly start making a suit for you. I need to figure out how to keep you safe while you're with me. I don't want anyone thinking they can use you as a way to get to me. Plus, you need to meet the Avengers."

"I take it we're keeping my existence a secret for now."

Tony nodded, "That's correct, it's for your safety, Howie."

"I know."

"Well then you know how important this is," he said, "And that you need to be on your best behavior."

I rolled my eyes, "Sure thing Dad."

He scoffed and looked at me out of the corner of his eye, "Honestly I don't know how anyone didn't guess you were mine." I felt my back straighten, for some reason being referred to as his made me uncomfortable, as if I wasn't ready to fully admit that he was in fact my father. "I mean," he continued with a smile in his voice, "You look just like me... it's a little weird."

"I always wondered if I would look like my mother," I muttered.

He sighed, the mentioning of my mother immediately bringing his mood back down, "You have her hands. Same shape, same everything."

I opened my hands, palm up, in front of me and stared at them. My mother's hands. Not just mine anymore. I reached up and cupped my own face, sighing in the knowledge that this is what it would've felt like for my mother to do the same thing.

"She loved you," Stark said, "You do know that, don't you?"

I sighed and nodded, dropping my hands from my face and opening my eyes, "Yeah, I do."

"Good, she would've wanted you to know that."

The duration of the trip in the car and on the plane was spent in silence, and an awkward one at that. I wanted my phone. I needed to call Kaitlyn before I got to Malibu. If she saw my location and saw I didn't tell her where I was going, she'd think something was very wrong. I'm sure she'd already gathered that by the sight of a $100,000 car in my driveway.

I was anxious on the drive to the cliff side mansion in Malibu, I didn't know where my room would be, or who would be there. The last thing I wanted to do was meet another person who didn't work for Tony. But, what I knew for sure was that I was going to have to meet Pepper Potts, CEO of Stark Industries.

Stopping my thought right as it came into form, Tony said as we pulled into the garage, "Pepper isn't here right now she's on a business meeting in Tokyo. So it's just you and me kid, unless you count F.R.I.D.A.Y as a person, which seems pretty unhealthy."

I scoffed, "Just you and me, then."

The house was huge. Windows everywhere, high tech everything, exactly how you would imagine Tony Stark's dwelling.

"Your room is downstairs, past the workshop, second door on the right," he ran his hand through his hair nervously, "I had Pepper pick out some stuff for you."

"I-" I peered downstairs, the house was intimidatingly large, "Thank you, Tony."

"Kid," he called as I began my decent to the basement, "No... pressure, or anything, but you can always call me Dad."

I sighed, "I know." I'm sure that told him all I needed to say. The truth was, I wasn't ready to call him Dad, he'd done nothing to earn the title at this point other than house me for a single night.

Speaking of which, my room was large, too large... almost the size of my house back home. With a window facing the ocean, like the rest of the house.

On my bed, there was a small sticky note that said You have clothes in the dresser, I hope it's to your liking. -P

I smiled at the kindness that had been extended to me. I had my own clothes, Pepper didn't need to do this. I opened the drawers one by one. There were a couple pairs of jeans, t-shirts to last me a couple weeks, and a dress hanging in the closet for when I would meet my father's coworkers.

A new laptop sat on my pillow as well as a new phone, explaining why I hadn't gotten my phone back from Happy.

"Astrid!" Tony called from upstairs, "Come here!"

I put the phone down and ran upstairs, my bare feet slapping against the tile stairs. "It's Howie," I said as I approached Tony. Apparently he had the time to order pizza while I was exploring my new room.

"You know," he said through a bite of pizza, "Your grandpa hated being called Howie."

"I like it," I replied, taking a slice for myself. We both liked plain cheese, apparently, "Suits me more than Astrid."

Tony cringed, "That was your mother's doing."

"I don't doubt it," I sat at the kitchen counter, contently nibbling away at my slice. "Why Astrid? I mean... I get Howard, but... Astrid?"

"It had to lot to do with uh..." he cleared his throat awkwardly, "The location of your conception-"

"Stop! I regret asking."

Tony began laughing... it sounded like my own. Which was... strange to hear. A deeper, louder version of your own laugh.

We were up late that night, talking about Hawaii and what it was like to grow up there, anything to avoid the question of why he left me with my mother's parents, why he wouldn't just keep me with him... safe.

I yawned loudly, "I'm gonna go to bed."

"You should," Tony replied, holding his hand out to me as I hopped off the kitchen counter, "Big day tomorrow."

"Right," I said as I stood in front of him. He awkwardly wrapped his arms around me, squeezing me tight. I reluctantly wrapped my arms around him.

"Goodnight, kid," he whispered into my hair.

"Goodnight, Tony."

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