1. Get hype (Overture)
2. I wanna be a cowboy ( Santa Fe prolouge)
3. You’re a newsie, I’m a newsie , we’re all newsies (carrying the banner)
4. Capatilism does not care about you( the bottom line)
5. Fuck you I’m rich ( that’s rich)
6. This song sounds gay out of context (I never planed on you)
7. We’re gonna go on strike! (The world will know)
8. Writers block the musical (watch what happens)
9. We’re going on strike (Seize the day)
10. I fucked up time to leave ( Santa Fe)
11. We’re famous! Time to tap (King of New York )
12. Sad orphan boy ( letter from the refuge)
13. Davey talks sense into Jack (watch what happens reprise)
14. Capatilism supports blackmail ( the bottom line reprise)
15. The big guns are here (brooklyns here)
16. Yay hets? (Something to believe in)
17. We made a newspaper ( once and for all)
18. I guess I’m not gonna be a cowboy now (finale)
Hi there! Bear with me here, all of this Anti hype has made me feel the need to throw out my own thoughts, so here I go: So in January, when Anti (or Jack, depending on the theories) started showing up again, we all started wondering when something big was going to happen, right? We first thought it was going to be on Jack's birthday, and then Valentine's day - both of which nothing happened. Now we're all theorizing it's going to be in the 100th RYC. Part 1/5
But…what about April Fools day? I mean, think of the possibilities! Imagine this: Jack uploads an average everyday video of himself playing a new game. And then suddenly, just like what happened during “Say Goodbye”, things begin to get a tad bit strange. Jack keeps getting distracted by sounds here and there that aren’t a part of the game, his behavior is beginning to seem off (head twitching, changes in his voice), and the screen glitches out a few times to show either Anti or Jack.
And then we finally get what we’ve wanted: an actual on-screen struggle for control between Anti and Jack. We’re all rooting for Jack to gain control, of course. It’s getting intense and it’s looking grim, but in the end, Jack comes out as the winner; Anti letting out a frustrated scream as he’s forced back inside. And at this point, Jack drops the act and straight out says “April Fools” to all of us and makes a small speech about how much fun he’s had bringing Anti back.
He wishes us a happy, fun, and safe April Fools day before doing the outro. We think it’s over as soon as the screen goes black, but it’s not. Suddenly, the screen goes glitchy. Anti (or who we think is Anti) shows up on screen, panting shakily, looking beyond desperate and frightened. He leans in close to the screen and pleads in a raspy, drained voice, “Help me. Please! He never left! He’s still - !” Only to unexpectedly get cut off by a pair of hands reaching out from behind him,
covering his mouth, muffling his screams for help, as he gets pulled backward into the darkness. And then the screen cuts to black so suddenly, we don’t get to see anything else, leaving us in horror at the realization that THAT was Jack and that Anti is still in control! That this WHOLE thing was all a sick, cruel joke from the start, basically just Anti toying with us into believing we actually got our precious green bean back! Sorry for the REALLY long speech! Just freaking out is all ^^“
Note: Okay so I have to mention a couple of things, firstly I had to give Lafayette glasses because I can’t stop thinking about how cute Daveed looks in his glasses lately and I don’t know why and secondly I borrowed @writeyourwayoutofhell head cannons of what Lafayette is like when he sleeps. Also this basically has no plot it’s just cute moments and stuff between Lafayette and the reader? Like getting coffee when they first meet, the reader meeting his friends stuff like that.
Disclaimer: I don’t speak french more than the basics so all my French comes from google translate. I apologize if it’s dreadful.
Warnings: Swearing, Implied smut (I was too lazy to actually write the smut)
Y/N grew up learning French, determined to learn it when she found out that her soulmate tattoo was written in French. She took French all through school, even when all her friends dropped the subject she stuck with it. She had to learn, had to be able to speak to her soulmate when she met them. Whoever they were.
Hercules stops a few steps ahead and looks back to see what’s keep Lafayette, he frowns when he notices his friend frozen staring at the girl. He comes to stand next to Lafayette and waves his hand in front of his friends face.
“Laf? Helloooo you okay there?” Hercules asks until he notices that his friend and the mystery girl are staring at each other’s exposed forearms. “Oh! Oh shit okay well, I’m gonna go and meet Alex and John you two stay here and get to know each other. Have fun buddy” Hercules pats Lafayette on the shoulder before heading off down the street.
They won’t all come this fast but I was on a roll today. So, enjoy the Brettonio feels. :)
Chapter 2: Chaos
Sylvie did not like this. It had been a week since she found out she was pregnant and her morning sickness had been horrible. So bad, in fact, that she called chief this morning to tell her that she needed tomorrow off. There was no way that she could make it through a shift like this. Sylvie crawled out of bed only for her stomach to turn. She sprinted into the bathroom and threw up last night’s dinner into her toilet. She collapsed back onto the cool tile of her bathroom floor. Her throat burned and tears prickled in her eyes. She caught a glimpse of herself in her full-length mirror. Sylvie’s hair was tied up in a bun to stop herself from puking on it. That was a lesson that she had learned quickly. She was dressed in shorts and a tank top because she couldn’t seem to cool herself down.
A knock on her door made her groan. She pulled herself slowly off the floor with a sigh Sylvie stumbled to the door and swung it open. When she saw who it has she resisted the urge to crawl into her bed and die. “What are you doing here?” Her voice came out scratchy and strained. Antonio stepped into the house, closing the door behind him, and pressing his arm to Sylvie’s forehead.
“I came to check on you,” Antonio answered her. Continuing to check her over. “Gabby called me and said you called in sick.”
Sylvie scoffed pulling away from him. “I just have bad morning sickness, Antonio,” Sylvie said just as her stomach began to turn again. She shoved him away and ran into her bathroom and locking the door behind her.
Antonio winced at the sound of her retching. When it finally subsided he knocked on the door. When she didn’t respond he began to worry. “Sylvie let me in.” Again nothing. “Sylvie, I kick down doors for a living. Let me in before I ruin yours.” He heard the lock click. He shoved the door opened and saw her on the floor. He lifted her bridal style and carried her back to her bed.
Antonio sat down next to her, giving her a worried look. “I’m fine, Antonio. This happens.”
He gave her a disbelieving look. “Laura had two kids, Sylvie. She never got like this.” He touched her head again and shook his. “Besides I think you have a fever.”
Sylvie, annoyed about the fussing, pulled away from him again. “Shouldn’t you be working? I thought your job kept you busy.”
Antonio ignored the jab about their break up. “When was the last time you ate something?”
“Last night.” She pulling the blanket around herself, suddenly cold. “And before you ask. No, I didn’t keep it down and no I won’t be able to keep down anything you give me.” The was the last thing she remembered before drifting to sleep.
Antonio was amazed by how fast Sylvie had fallen asleep. It usually took her forever to fall asleep. She must be exhausted if she fell asleep this quickly. Guilt quickly spread through him. Ever since that day at his office he’d been pretty much MIA when it came to Sylvie and the baby. He had been consumed in the custody case with Laura. He’d managed to tell his kids about the baby and they had both been excited. He dreaded the day that Laura found out. No doubt she would try to use it against him in court.
Antonio moved into her bathroom, grabbing a bucket and sponge and began cleaning up the vomit that was spread around the floor. Cursing himself again for already being an absent father to the newest addition to his family. In truth, he wasn’t really sure how this was supposed to work. He and Laura had been married and by the time they split up the kids were old enough to understand. How was he supposed to get time with his baby when it would depend on Sylvie when it was born?
After Antonio finished with the bathroom he moved into the living room cleaning the mess that had been collected in the last week. He knew that Sylvie wasn’t a slob and it just enforced the fact that this baby had already exhausted her and she’d been this sick on her own. She hadn’t even called him and why would she? He’d broken her heart. Antonio went to put a pad of paper in the drawer of her coffee table and saw a small familiar picture. He pulled it out with shaky hands and fell back into the couch. It was a sonogram, she had her first sonogram and he’d missed it. Three days ago she had called him while he was in a meeting with Laura and their lawyers and he didn’t call her back. Antonio felt like such an idiot.
He jumped, startled by the sound of a toilet flushing. He got to his feet in time to see Sylvie stumbling into the room. “You didn’t have to clean up,” Sylvie mumbled crawling onto the couch. “In the third cupboard in the kitchen are my pills, can you get them for me?” Sylvie croaked.
Antonio went into the kitchen and grabbed the prescription pill bottle. “Sylvie, what is this for?”
She took the bottle from him and took two pills. “They are pills to help with my morning sickness, but it’ll take a few days to kick in. That’s why I called in sick for tomorrow.”
Antonio felt more in the dark then he should. “When did you get these?”
Sylvie shot up realizing she had said something she wasn’t supposed to. “Don’t be mad.” She said pulling herself into the sitting position. “I called you, I swear. I was taken to the hospital three days ago for dehydration. They gave an IV and when I was discharged I got the prescription.”
Antonio really wanted to shoot himself now. “Sylvie, I’m so sorry.” He sat down on the coffee table in front of the couch and took her hands. “I’m going to do better now. I’m here and I’m actually going to be here. This is new territory for me.”
Sylvie cut him off, glaring. “You think this isn’t new territory for me?” Sylvie yanked her hands away from her hands from his. “I have zero experience with any of this and my only comfort is that you did. I end up hospitalized and you are nowhere to be found!”
Antonio moved next to her on the couch and pulled her against him. She set her head on his shoulder and wiped the tears that she hadn’t realized began falling. “I’m sorry, Sylvie. I’m so sorry.”
Antonio had been true to his word after that day. He checked on her daily whether it was in person, through texts, or even a phone call. Today, she was getting ready for her first scheduled ultrasound and he was due to pick her up at any moment. Excitement bubbled in her chest when a knock sounded through the house. Sylvie’s smile dropped when she saw who it was. “Laura, what the hell are you doing here?”
Laura pushed past her and into her house. “You think I wouldn’t find out!” Laura faced her, red in the face. “He dumps you and your plan is to trap him with a baby!”
“Trap him?” Sylvie yelled back. “I didn’t-”
“Did you even think about my kids before you did this!” Laura was marching closer to her. “Now you’ve taken their father from them and trapped him into another family that he didn’t want. If he did maybe he wouldn’t have dumped you. But guess what Sylvie Brett he did and you-”
“LAURA!” Sylvie turned around to see a fuming Antonio in her doorway. “Get out of this house right now.”
“No!” He yelled slamming the door behind him making Sylvie jump. “You have managed to ruin every part of my life and you will not ruin this! I will not let you destroy my children. Any of them! That includes the one that Sylvie is carrying. So. Get. Out.”
Laura stared at him in shock for a moment before practically running out of the house. Sylvie stared at Antonio. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“Yes, I did.” He grabbed her coat and handed it to her. “Come on, this isn’t going to ruin the day.”
Sylvie was inclined to agree but something Laura had said bothered her. “She’s right about one thing,” Sylvie said making Antonio look up at her, worried. “Your kids Antonio. I didn’t even think about how this would affect them.”
“I’ve already told them, Sylvie,” Antonio assured her. “And they couldn’t be more excited.” She sighed in relief setting her head on his shoulder in relief. “Can we go see our child now?” The two laughed and got into Antonio’s car.
Sylvie only made it through twenty minutes of the car ride before guilt about Laura flooded through her. “You have to apologize to Laura.” Antonio nearly slammed on the breaks at the words that left her mouth. “She’s the mother of your children, Antonio. You can’t just speak to her that way and I know she’s been horrible to you, but you two are in the middle of a custody battle and you need to try and keep it civil.”
Antonio didn’t want to apologize to Laura but he knew Sylvie was right. Things needed to go smoothly with Laura and he didn’t want Sylvie to think that he would ever speak to her the way he did with Laura today. “Okay, I will call her tomorrow.” Sylvie glared at him. She wasn’t going to let him push it off. “Today is our day, Sylvie. You get to live with our baby every day. Going to your sonogram appointments is the only time I will have to get close to the baby so please, just let me have today.”Sylvie wanted to argue, she wanted to tell him that he should fix things right away. But the fact that he cared so much about the baby stopped her and she decided to be selfish today and keep him to herself.
They didn’t have to sit in the waiting room long. Within ten minutes Sylvie was sitting on an exam table with her shirt up and her pants unbuttoned. The ultrasound technician moved the wand around her stomach. Antonio took Sylvie’s hand and held onto tightly. This was his third child and he was just as nervous as his first.
After a few moments of silence the perfect heartbeat of their child. Sylvie looked up at Antonio with tears in her eyes. “That’s our baby.”
Antonio leaned down and kissed Sylvie’s forehead. “That’s our baby.”
Sylvie planned a lunch with her sisters to tell them about the baby. Now that her morning sickness was under control she could now leave her house without fear of puking on pedestrians. She’d waited until she had an ultrasound so that she could give them both a picture to tell them. Sylvie sat nervously at the empty cafe table waiting for them to show. Heather, her older sister showed up first, kissing her sister on the cheek. Anna, the youngest of the three came running up late, still in her work clothes.
“So, what’s this 911 meeting about?” Heather asked, her excitement nearly bleeding out of her. Sylvie rolled her eyes and pulled two envelopes out of her bag and handed them over.
Anna rolled eyes at her older sister. “You always did have a flare for the dramatic.”
Sylvie gave her little sister a mock glare. “Humor me Miss ADA Anna Valdez.” Sylvie watched as her sisters opened the envelopes and squealed. Anna shot up first wrapping her arms around her sister. Heather did the same before they took their seats. “I can’t believe you’re pregnant.”
Heather laughed. “Yeah, we don’t know anything about pregnancies.”
“That’s because you followed mom and Grandma’s lead and adopted children. So, all the women in my family have left me to fend for myself.” Sylvie chuckled.
Anna held up her hand to stop the conversation. “Wait, wait. Who’s the father?”
Heather’s mouth dropped. “Oh my god, is it the hot Detective you were dating?”
“Wait, you dated a Detective!” Anna nearly shouted. She was always the last the know things because of her work. “What’s his name?”
Sylvie looked nervously at her little sister. “Antonio Dawson.”
Anna stared at her sister. She wasn’t sure if she was shocked or annoyed that there wasn’t a part of her life that her sisters hadn’t invaded. “You are dating Antonio Dawson? Why didn’t you tell me?”
Sylvie could see her sister getting more and more agitated. “No, we were dating back when he was working for Hank Voight. When he got the job at the DA’s office he broke up with me.”
Anna’s anger vanished. “Oh, Sylvie I’m so sorry.”
Heather spoke up, “He is going to be present in the baby’s life right?”
“Of course,” Sylvie said, making both her sister’s sigh in relief. “Speaking of kids. How is Allie doing at MIT?”
“She’s going perfectly.” Heather gushed. “And it’s given Callie the drive to try and out do her sister.”
Anna looked between her two sisters, “Rivalry between sisters. I don’t think any of us understand that.”
Antonio was disappointed when he got the call from Stone about the case. He was supposed to be spending the rest of the day with Sylvie after her lunch. He met up with Nagel and Stone at the office. Valdez was nowhere to be found and he assumed that she was coming back from meeting with Sylvie.
“What do we got?”
Nagel was the first to speak. “Cassandra Reid was just found dead.”
Antonio’s jaw nearly dropped. Sylvie and Gabby’s lawyer was murdered. “Why would someone kill my sister’s lawyer?”
“That’s the thing,” Nagel said handing over a file. “She died from ingesting tainted dope, but none was found. The officers searched everywhere.”
“So what’s the angle?” Antonio asked, “Druggy? Suicide?”
“She didn’t do drugs!” Stone snapped, standing from his seat. “The angle you are working is, murder. Poison.”
“You think she was poisoned?” Antonio asked leaning up against his desk. “Doesn’t seem likely.”
Stone stood, buttoning up his jacket. “Good, prove me wrong.” He stormed out of his room and into his office slamming the door. Antonio raised his eyebrows at his partner who simply shrugged. The door to their office swung open to reveal a frazzled Anna Valdez. Nagel and Antonio shot to their feet and went to her side.
“H-Heather,” She stuttered, “She just collapsed and started seizing.”
“Who’s Heather?” Nagel asked her but it was Antonio who gave her an answer.
“It’s her older sister.”
“We were at the hospital.” Anna cried, “But I couldn’t wait there anymore. I-I need to send someone for my niece. She should be here and- Oh god- I left Sylvie there.”
Antonio grabbed his jacket and threw Nagel hers. “Nagel, You’re with Stone. I’m taking Valdez back to the hospital.” Antonio drove her back to the hospital where Sylvie was standing in the waiting room talking to Dr. Halstead. She nodded her head and Halstead left just as they arrived.
“What is it, Sylvie?” Anna asked her sister. “What happened to her.”
Sylvie had tears streaming down her face and she was shaking. “They said that she ingested a tainted drug. They said she might not make it.”
Antonio felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. Stone was right. People were being murdered and Sylvie’s sister just became one of the victims.
Dizzy on the Comedown - Turnover, Peripheral Vision (2015), released via Run For Cover Records
Up and down like a red rubber ball, you’re always back and forth like the clock on the wall. I wanna know about you, I’m spinning all around you. If I stay do you think that we could change your routine? I know a trick, I’ve always got a few up my sleeve. This life is controlled confusion, it’s just a grand illusion. And you asked me, “How do you feel when you’re away?” And you asked me, “How do you pass the days?” Sing along to a song that I know, it goes ba ba bada, sing it over and over. Let it hypnotize you, I’m still here right beside you. Hold my hand you can follow my lead, you’re like a ballerina twirling ‘round on your feet. And watching is so fantastic, I wanna ask you. Would you come here and spin with me? I’ve been dying to get you dizzy. Find a way up into your head, so I can make you feel like new again. Would you come here and spin with me? I’ve been dying to get you dizzy. Find a way up into your head, so I can make you feel like new again. Now collapse, take delight in the fall, and catch your breath I know you feel the ring from it all. So try and collect yourself now, it’s a euphoric comedown. And you asked me, “How do you feel when you’re away?” And you asked me, “How do you pass the days?” Cause I can still remember when you were afraid of the dark and I told you to come. And you followed where I asked you to go, you to go. Would you come here and spin with me? I’ve been dying to get you dizzy. Find a way up into your head, so I can make you feel like new again. Would you come here and spin with me? I’ve been dying to get you dizzy. Find a way up into your head, so I can make you feel like new again.
For fans of: Basement, LVL Up, Modern Baseball, Dowsing
Bagginshield/Kiliel parallels I’ve noticed so far, in no particular order:
Tauriel, checking on the dwarves, notices Kili holding the runestone. “The stone in your hand, what is it?”; Thorin, seeing Bilbo alone and holding something, asks “What is that, in your hand? Show me.”
Kili drops the runestone and it almost tumbles off the ledge, but Tauriel stops it, picks it up, and holds it up; Bilbo almost knocks the key off the cliff, but Thorin stops it, picks it up, and holds it up.
Tauriel speaks to Kili about the elves’ love for the stars, and her desire to see them outside of the confines of her enclosed kingdom; in that deleted scene, Thorin speaks to Bilbo about seeing fireflies on the roof of a cave when he was very young, illustrating how ‘claustrophobic’ his childhood was.
When Kili is injured, Tauriel hesitates in helping him, but seeing the kingsfoil snaps her out of her pause; Thorin hesitates in going inside after Bilbo, but hearing Balin’s words and realizing how alike he sounds to his grandfather snaps him out of it.
Tauriel says, “I’m going to save him,” and then it cuts right to Thorin running in after Bilbo.
Kili, waking up, “Tauriel…,” to which Tauriel replies, “Lie still.”; Thorin, seeing Bilbo running to him, “Bilbo!” to which Bilbo replies, “No, don’t move, lie still!”
Both Tauriel and Bilbo get banished by their respective kings (if only for a little while).
Tauriel and Bilbo have the exact same reaction when they realize the Durins are going to Ravenhill to fight Azog: go after them and save them or die by their side protecting them.
When they are about to part for the forseeable future, Tauriel says to Kili, “They are your people, you must go.”; when Thorin and Bilbo are about to part for forever, Thorin tells Bilbo,“Go back to your books. And your armchair. Plant your trees. Watch them grow.”
When Thorin is dying/dead, we see Bilbo kneeling next to him on Thorin’s right, basically cradling his body. They hold hands as Thorin dies. As soon as Bilbo starts weeping over his body, it cuts to Tauriel, kneeling to Kili’s left, cradling his body, holding his hand, and openly crying.
After Tauriel kisses Kili, it cuts to Bilbo, having moved away from Thorin’s body, eyes red from crying and generally looking lost and very miserable.
The acorn and the runestone symbolize Thorin to Bilbo and Kili to Tauriel, and their love for their respective Durin. The runestone is a promise, something innocent and pure and precious; something to be cherished and protected. Seeing as both Tauriel and Kili are very young, it’s not surprising that they’d view love like that. The acorn symbolizes many things to both Thorin and Bilbo: something eternal, something unexpected but no less amazing. It symbolizes home, and the fact that they both found it in each other.
The ceremony had been beautiful, if unfamiliar to most in attendance. Sybil had looked almost as if she’d never been pregnant, and their daughter had been like an angel, looking so lovely all wrapped in her white Christening gown.
Or so Tom has been told.
To him the day was black, like every day since the raid on his Dublin office. And as much as he assures himself he’ll get used to it, today is just another reminder of all the events in his daughter’s life he’ll never witness.
Hi Guys! Morgan here! I have a lot going on in my life right now, but I really miss this blog, and so I decided to do something about it.
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Anonymous said: Hey love! Can you do one where harry and i spend a day outside with gemma and a couple of friends and he’s really cute and protective and stuff? ☺️ ‘all the love’ 😀💖
I am so sorry if this turned out lame and not the way you wanted it. I’m still new with the whole writing thing, but i promise i’ll try to get better at it!
Since you and Harry had spent almost the entire week being lazy and not going out, you guys decided to call Gemma and some friends to see if they wanted to spend the day with you two.
So now here you guys were, walking down the busy streets of C/N, Harry’s arm around your shoulders while you talked to Gemma and your friends.
“Hey, we should go in here,” One of your friends said. You guys shrugged and nodded and walked into the small diner.
“Hi, welcome to Tim’s diner,” A waitress said, coming up to us with a bright smile, “How many?”
“Eight.” Harry answered. She nodded and grabbed eight menus and led you guys to a booth. You sat at the edge of the booth, Harry next to you and Gemma next to him, Four of your friends across from you guys, and one pulled up a chair.
“You know,” The guy next to you started talking. You looked at him and nodded, signaling for him to go on. “Harry wouldn’t stop talking about you the other day. “ he sad grinning.
You looked at harry to see him blushing. "She didn’t need to know that,” harry mumbled. You chuckled and kissed his cheek, which made him blush more.
“I mean, I wouldn’t blame him, you are gorgeous. If you were my girl, I would not stop talking about you. ”
“oi, dexter,” harry said in a warning tone. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer, his grasp on your hand tightened.
Dexter raised his hands in surrender. “Hey, I was just saying. ” he chuckled.
“No need to get protective, Harold,” Gemma teased.
He groaned and buried his head in the crook of your neck. “I’m not protective,” he mumbled, his lips brushing against your neck.
“Mhm, sure you aren’t styles,” Tara, who sat across from you said with a smile.
“I’m not,” he whined. You chuckled and patted his hand.
You were about to say something, but the waiter came back and asked if you guys were ready to order. After you guys ordered, he smiled and shot you a wink and walked away.
Harry glared at the waiter, your friends laughing at harry. He looked at his friends and whined. “I’m not being protective, okay?”
You all just nodded and chuckled, but didn’t say anything. The waiter came back with your guys’ food and winked at you, again.
“Ay, I’d watch out if I was you,” dexter said, looking at the waiters name, “Henry. The girl has an overprotective boyfriend. ”
Harry threw his hands in the air, along with my hand that he was holding. “I’m not protective!” He yelled, making the people around us turn around and look at him.
The waiter just chuckled and walked away. You looked at Harry to see him pouting, his bottom lip jutted out. “Aw, baby,” you cooed. You caressed his cheek and pecked his lips. He looked at you and grinned and kissed your cheek.
Dexter grabbed his fork and was about to steal a piece of your chicken, but harry slapped his hand away.
“He’s even protective of her food!” Tyler, one of your other friends, exclaimed.
“And you say you’re not protective,” Gemma scoffed. Her brother slapped her arm lightly and smiled.
“I’m not. ” he said. Everyone laughed and started eating, but you just looked at Harry who was frowning and playing with his food.
“Hey,” you said quietly, elbowing him softly. He looked up and gave you a small smile. “It’s fine if your protective. It’s one of the many reasons why I love you,” he started grinning. “Actually, it makes me love you more.” You grinned.
He put his fork down and wrapped his arms around your waist, his face leaning on your shoulder. “And I love you, baby. ” he kissed your jaw.
“You’re allowed to be protective, you being protective shows me that you actually want to be with me, that you actually love me and care about me,” you said shrugging. You looked at him and kissed his forehead.
He looked at you with loving eyes. “I’ll always love you, baby. You’re the one I want. You’re the one I need. ”
You chuckled and shook your head. “Now don’t go all Beyoncé on me Harold,”
“I’m sorry,” he chuckled. “I love you though. Always have, always will.”
You smiled and kissed his lips. He smiled during the kiss and you did the same.
“Did I mention that your protectiveness is a turn on?” You whispered in his ear.
He smirked and kissed you neck. “No, you didn’t, but thanks for the information. ”
“Oi, not here please,” Melissa, your friend who sat next to Tara, teased. I chuckled and kissed his cheek before pulling away.
He smiled and grabbed my hand and kissed my temple. “I love you,” he said.
I looked at him and grinned. “And I love you, and all your little things. ”
Warnings: lmaguage, fluff, suggestions of sexual activity
Rating: everyone…I think?
Summary: Steve Rogers x Reader where the reader is Tony’s daughter and he catches them making out (as requested by anonymous)
Y/N = your name
Being Tony Stark’s daughter has its perks. You have the money to buy absolutely anything you want. But you’re not spoiled, so you either save it up like a reasonable person would, or give some to charity.
Your mom had left when you were young, so you stayed with your dad. Your grandpa Howard always told you stories of a hero disappearing in the ice back then, in war time. He told you all sorts of stories, but the story about the man in the ice was always your favorite. When you were finally old enough to understand about S.H.I.E.L.D, you realized that the story was true and there actually was a man in the ice. Tony knew you had an interest for the hero, so when they found him, you were the first person he told.
You knew all about him - you’d secretly asked F.R.I.D.A.Y to provide his information and personal details for you to read while everyone else was asleep one night. His name was Steven Grant Rogers, born July 4th, 1918, in Brooklyn, New York. Technically speaking, he’s 97 years old, but he was around the age of 25 when he went into the ice; frozen in time. Even if it was a little embarrassing, you had to admit, you knew every last detail about him and his life.
The day you first met the man was when you were sat on a couch in the Stark Tower, with your art book in hand, drawing. Steve - as he preferred - proved to be quite a handsome man; so that was why he was the subject of your artwork. You were alone in the Tower (with the exception of J.A.R.V.I.S, of course) so it was safe to sit in the living room that overlooked the city. There was something that was peaceful and calming about the view-
“Are you drawing…me?” A voice said behind you, their tone bewildered.
You screamed and quickly hugged the art book to your chest, holding it tightly. You turned around to see him, with the trace of a small smile on his face.
“Don’t be embarrassed, show me, I wanna see,” he said, walking around the couch to come and sit next to you. “I’m Steve. Steve Rogers,” he held out his hand for you to shake.
Taking his hand, you stuttered, “Nice t-to meet you, I’m Y/N Stark.”
“So you’re Tony’s daughter. I never knew you were into art, Miss Stark,” he smiled.
“I’ve always loved art,” you replied, loosening your grip on the art book and taking a peak to see if the drawing was worthy of your own approval. In all honesty, it looked alright.
You turned it around for him to see. He studied it intently with a smile, before finally meeting your gaze. “That’s…that’s amazing,” after a short inhalation of breath, he asked, “Was there a reason why you drew me, specifically?”
“Grandpa always told me stories about you; the man that disappeared in the ice. The stories about you were always my favorite - made me want to be a hero myself,” you admitted, “I never knew they were true until I was old enough to understand. But I think what you did was really brave…although you coulda gotten yourself killed.”
His smile had widened, and he was now watching you with admiration. “It was either I died, or thousands of innocent civilians died, so…I did what was right. I did it for our country. I’m lucky I’m even here,” he laughed.
With time, you found that you had feelings for Steve. You’d look forward to seeing him after every mission the Avengers did, going to greet him first - even before your own dad. You couldn’t wait to see him at breakfast every morning - and it certainly felt more than just a little crush. You were always the first person sat at the breakfast table, and one morning, you saw that Steve was the next person to walk in. You were alone together, and there were plenty more spaces to sit, but he came and sat next to you. While you were eating your cereal, his hand brushed against yours and he apologized and blushed. You thought that, since you were in love, you’d naturally make a big deal out of things, so you brushed it off of your shoulder.
Morning after morning, he took up the space next to you at breakfast. This is not you making a big deal out of things, this is reality. Each and every time, he’d ‘accidentally’ touch you and his cheeks would redden. Adding 2 and 2 together, you realized that he felt the same way.
After confronting him and your guess being proven as a fact, he asked you out on a date. You chose to keep your relationship with Steve a secret from everyone else; especially your father, because you didn’t know how he’d react.
He came back to the Stark Tower one night after being injured from a mission. They’d finished the mission and Steve was the only one who’d been injured more than anyone else. He’d pulled his calf muscle and sprained the ankle on his other leg, so he had to spend the night under Dr. Cho’s observation. You sat beside him all night, holding his hand and rubbing the back of it with your thumb.
“Y/N…you can go to bed now. I’m okay. Dr Cho’s taking care of me,” he said.
“I want to stay here with you. I want to be the one to take care of you,” you answered, and he lifted your hands and kissed them.
“My doctor, Doctor Y/N,” he chuckled.
“I’ll always be here for you, Steve,” you told him with a smile.
The next week, there was a new mission for them. Steve was being a lazy-ass and faked being ill. “I think I’m coming down with something,” he’d told your dad, coughing believably.
“We’re going to be gone for 2 days, you better be all good by then,” your dad warned Steve. “Oh, and take care of Y/N for me. Don’t let her do anything stupid.”
“Dad, I’m not a fucking kid anymore. When have you known me to do anything stupid?”
“I’d tell you to watch your language, but Cap’s the one that tells people that. See you guys later,” he said before leaving you both in the living room - the one that overlooked the city.
You turned to Steve and took hold of his hand, “You just wanted to stay with me, didn’t you?”
“Maybe I did,” he smirked. You led him to the couch and sat him down so that you could straddle him, sitting comfortably in his lap. Entwined in each other’s arms, you rested your head on his shoulder. “Where have you been all my life?” He whispered into your ear, voice soft like velvet.
“I don’t know…am I your new Peggy?”
“You’re not my ‘new’ anything, Y/N. Peggy could never compete with you. You give me the feeling Peggy never did,” he answered, as if it was obvious. He didn’t sound particularly annoyed, maybe just a little upset - like he was questioning himself and questioning your feelings towards him.
Sensing his uncomfortableness, you responded, “Hey, I didn’t mean it like that…I’m sorry. You know I love you. I love you more than anything.” You pressed your lips to his to prove your point. He kissed back eagerly but as you pulled away, you said one last thing, “and you give me the feeling I don’t think anyone could’ve ever given me.”
Closing the space between you again, you gripped the back of his neck with one hand whilst you kissed. He took things slow - something that you were more than comfortable with - and kissed you passionately. This followed for a couple more minutes, until you kissed back harder in return, implicating that you wanted more. He caught on quickly and soon, his hands were all over the place, quickly moving from your hair, to your waist, and finally finding himself comfortable on your ass. He gave it a very firm squeeze and with your other hand, you tugged on his golden hair.
He licked your bottom lip, nipping on it. You parted your lips and allowed him to explore with his tongue. You gave him some time to find his way around your mouth before you slowly clamped your lips around his tongue as you sucked on it. Ever so graciously, you bit his lip and he opened up for you. Your tongues clashed against each other and you lapped your tongues together in rhythmic motion-
“Well, I’ll be damned…I thought you were ill, Rogers. But it seems like you have enough energy to be making out with my daughter,” your father’s voice came from across the room.
You sprang apart and you pushed yourself away using your hands that were on Steve’s chest at that moment but obediently clasped your hands together in front of you. Whilst you were doing so, Steve removed his hands from your ass and placed them either side of him on the couch. He’d seen it with his own eyes, there’s no point in hiding it or pretending it never happened.
“Y/N, I’m disappointed in you. I’m going to tell F.R.I.D.A.Y to keep a close eye on you while you’re home. As for you, Rogers, I would’ve never expected you to be so…rebellious,” your dad said, walking closer to you. “If you want to be with my daughter, talk to me - don’t keep it from me. And next time, don’t lie, 'cause soldiers don’t do that. Am I right?”
“Sorry, Stark,” Steve said, embarrassed.
Your dad sighed and you could feel his gaze resting on you both. “Being the loving father and amazing person I am, I’m going to let you both off. Just this once. I will not expect to see such displays of affection when I’m around. If you want to do such things, for the love of god, do it someplace private. Cap, pack your things, you’re coming with me.” You shuffled off of his lap and watched as he followed your dad’s orders. Just before they left, you cupped Steve’s face and kissed him. “Seriously, guys? After everything we just discussed?” your Dad said.
“Sorry,” you apologized.
“Won’t happen again,” Steve added.
After they came back from the mission, your dad sat you both down to give you a small pep talk. “You’re gonna be up to all sorts before I know it, sweet jesus,” your dad huffed. “I know I’m saying it’s okay for you guys to be together, but I don’t want to hear any funny stuff. You two got that?”
You were looking down, blushing an embarrassing shade of pink, but you nodded. You looked up to see Steve nodding solemnly. He looked over to you, and christ…the look that he gave you meant that that would be an order he certainly will not be following.
Oh, my beautiful cutie pie.. Today I feel so blue. Today there is no light in my little world because Amanda Jordan is gone.
I found you on TW almost a year ago and I fell in love with you and the kind of person you are. I refuse to think you’re not here anymore, it makes me so sad and it broke my heart to know I’m not going to see new pics of you or I’m not going to know more details about your life. You were such an inspirational silver lining for me at that moment because I was so down, I was having so bad days…. And now, one of the most amazing human beings of the world is gone. I hope you’re ok up there and please, take care of me ‘cause I’ll take care of you too even if you’re not here. All I can say is you’re in heaven, the place where angels have to be. You’re in my heart until the day I die. You’re in our souls and we are never ever going to forget you. I can’t do it. I miss you so so much.
Finally, thank you, Amanda. Thank you for all the things you’ve done for me and thank you for teaching me how important is to be yourself in this world. Thank you for making me stronger than I was. I love you, nxggie.
It’s not a “goodbye”, it’s a “see you soon”.
Always in my heart. 💙
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