Pairings: collegehockeyplayer!steve rogers x female reader (Cappy x bug)
Warnings: idiots in like, banter, innuendos, teasing- lots of teasing, explicit language (must be 18+)
Word Count: 2.3K
A/N: not beta read. All mistakes are my own.
Cappy and bug: hockey AU
Lucky Charms: hockey AU
"Bug?" Cappy answered the call after the second ring, "you OK?"
"I won't take money from Mary" you exhaled, chewing at your thumbnail as you sat cross-legged in your bed. Your room was pitch black, save the light from your phone screen. You finally gave in and called Cappy after you had been tossing and turning for nearly an hour.
"...um... good?" Steve laughed, getting up from the living room couch and making his way towards the stairs.
"Cappy... where are you going? It's your turn" you heard a women's voice whining in the background.
"You're busy" you exhaled, rolling your eyes, "I shouldn't have called."
"No, bug! I'm glad you called" you could picture Cappy's warm smile, "that's... nothing. It's movie and game night and some friends of the guys came over."
"It's almost 2am..." you frowned.
"Yeah" Steve agreed, making his way up the steps to his room.
"On a Wednesday" you added.
"Yup" he confirmed.
"You do movie and game nights until 2am on Wednesdays?" you asked, "what about classes or practice?"
"The team has late start on Thursday's" Steve said, pushing his bedroom door open and finding Gretzky curled up on his bed. Steve crossed the room before sinking down gently next to the small sleeping cat.
"Everyone on the team?" you asked.
"Everyone on the team" he confirmed, smiling into his phone, "you could come sometime" he offered, "if you're really that worried about our sleep habits..."
"I wasn't..." you huffed before Steve cut you off.
"I'd definitely stay in bed if you tucked me in..." you could almost hear his eyebrows waggle while he mercilessly flirted.
"Meatball" you rolled your eyes, fighting the urge to smirk at his ridiculousness.
"OK..." Steve shrugged, "But seriously" his laugh was warm before he cleared his throat, "you could come over for a movie night... the rest of the team would be here... not just me... it would be nice."
"No thanks" you said, shooting him down -too quickly- before thinking better of it, "but... it's not... I don't... I mean..." your exhale was heavy, struggling to find the words, "I don't hate you."
"Good to know" he laughed, "if you change your mind, next week's movie night is Gremlins."
"Gremlins?" you snorted, "that weird 80s movie with the gerbil things?"
"They’re called Mogwai" Steve corrected, laughing, "it's Storm's favorite movie from when he was a kid... I picked Goonies for mine..."
"Oh... well I guess that's kinda cool" you smirked.
There was a long beat, but it was a comfortable quiet.
"So... what's up, ladybug?" Steve finally asked, breaking the silence.
"I... couldn't sleep" you said, narrowing your brows as you faltered for only a second at the new term of endearment, "I know you're trying to be nice... but I won't take Mary's money..."
"You keep saying that" Steve's brows furrowed with confusion.
"Well... it's true..." you were determined.
"Bug... can ya help me out here?" Cappy quipped, "I know that beautiful brain of yours is a lot bigger than mine... but I'm not following."
You felt your cheeks heat as you ducked your face, resting your cheekbone on your knuckles and smiling so hard it made your face hurt.
"Oh... uh... yeah" you sputtered, "well, Frank said the team raised money for Mary last year. If the adoption drive is taking away from fundraising for Mary, I don't want to do it... I won't" you clarified.
"Is that it?" Steve's voice was warm, sighing with relief.
"Well... yeah" you said, "I couldn't sleep."
"You in bed, bug?" that peaked his interest.
"Yes" you said, rolling your eyes at his suggestive tone.
"Me too" he smirked, hooking an arm under his head as he leaned back on his pillow.
"If you ask me what I'm wearing... I'm gonna hang up on you" you threatened.
"The fundraiser won't be taking any money from the fund we have set up for Mary" Steve clarified, smirking at your empty threat.
"Good" you sighed, relief rolling through your body as you sank back into your bed, eyelids feeling heavier, "thank you..."
"No problem, sweetheart" Steve's bedroom voice had a low timbre to it that made you shiver, "I'll talk to you to..." he started.
"Did you remember the shirts?" you interrupted his goodbye.
"Yes, I remembered the shirts" he smiled, "but I got something tomorrow morning so I asked Sam if he could run them over to your place" Steve said.
"OK... I have a class at 10, but I'll be here before then" you confirmed.
"Yup, already told him he needs to be there at 9 to catch you before you leave" Steve said.
"How did you..." you started to ask, fighting back a yawn.
"Your itinerary" Steve smiled, "you added your schedule in case we needed you... I gave you mine too... on a post it in your new planner."
"I saw that" a small smile spread across your face, "along with your hockey schedule- dates and times of all your games... you even let me know when you'd be away."
"Well... I figured you'd want to know for when I ask you on a date" Steve's laugh made your heart flutter.
"Who said we're going on a date?" you goaded.
"Well... hopefully you" Steve laughed, "I've got a five step plan to win you over..."
"That's nice" you sighed, only half hearing him as you started to drift off.
"Night, bug" Steve murmured into the phone.
"Wait!" you rolled over on your side, not wanting to end the call just yet as you cradled the phone gently to your ear, "will you tell me something? Tell me something about Cappy that not many people know..."
"Like what?" he laughed.
"Something you don't use to impress" you smirked, chewing your bottom lip.
"Ummmm... l dunno... I hate peas" he laughed.
"Boo... everyone hates peas" your words were slightly slurred with sleep.
"You're cute" Steve's voice was so soft you almost missed it.
"You're cute" you shot back sleepily before your eyes snapped open, "I mean... I..."
"You think I'm cute" Steve teased.
"No" you chirped, "I was half asleep!"
"You think I'm cute... no take backs..." Steve continued taunting.
"I'm hanging up" you said, half-heartedly.
"No!" Steve laughed, "OK… OK… something no one knows about me? Um... I was a really sick kid... like really sick" he offered, "bad asthma and always had that croupy kinda cough. But my Ma's a nurse and took me to the best doctors around. They told her to try cold air in the winter when my croup got real bad. It's how I started skating when I was around 3... and then I got stronger and started hockey when I was a little older" Steve said.
"Wow... Mr beefcake meatball? A sickly kid? I would have never guessed" you teased affectionately.
"Yeah, hockey's made my lungs stronger. I still have exercise induced asthma but it only gets real bad if I gotta do shifts back-to-back" Steve said.
"You learned how to skate when you were 3?" you sounded a little shocked.
"Yup" Cappy shrugged.
"I don't know how to skate" you yawned.
"Well, we're gonna have to change that" Steve smiled.
"You wanna teach me how how to skate?" you snorted with laughter.
"Yeah" he shrugged, sitting up and leaning against the wall.
"I can't picture you teaching anyone how to skate" you laughed.
"Hey... I've helped out at mini mite camps back home" he said, "I'm gonna teach Mary too" he continued, "gonna get her her first pair of skates... and no figure skates, hockey skates."
"Can Mary even walk?" you smiled, your stomach doing a flip at how cute Steve was with Frank's niece.
"She's crawling and pulling up on the coffee table" Steve said, "she'll be ready soon."
"That’ll be cute" you smiled into the phone.
"You can come watch" Steve offered, "if you want... I can teach you both..."
"Frank wouldn't mind?" you asked.
"Not at all... Frank really likes you... he's never that... not cranky" Steve said with a laugh.
"He likes me?" you smirked, "maybe you could... give him my number..." you goaded.
"Really?" Cappy huffed, not sure if you were serious or not.
"Yeah... I mean he's really cute" you smirked, "and then there's Mary" you teased.
"But I introduced you to Mary!" Steve grumbled.
"You think Frank would teach me how to skate?" you were just being mean now.
"Really?" Cappy's voice went up an octave.
"No... you doofus! I'm messing with you" a fit of sleepy giggles followed before you added, "as much as I know I'll regret it... I kinda have my eye on another meatball" your heart was kicking against your ribcage.
"I knew it" Cappy sat up, pumping a fist into the air as he jumped up from his bed, scaring Gretzky in the process, and doing his go-to goal celly.
"Don't ruin it" you whined, rolling your eyes as you laughed at the image of him celebrating around his room.
"So... you wanna come over after the game this weekend?" his excitement with palpable.
"Won't Bonnie or any of your other adoring fans be disappointed?" you smirked.
"No" Steve shrugged sitting back down on his bed before his tone dropped serious, "I'm not seeing anyone. Frank wasn't lying... I haven't had a girl over since that night."
"Bully for you" you voice was dripping with sarcasm, "you know that's not really an accomplishment, right? Most people aren't bedding a new person every night..."
"Bedding a new person" Steve snorted.
"What?" you frowned.
"Nothing... I just like the way you talk..." he smiled, "you remind me of Frank."
"I remind you of your best friend?" you asked, "isn't that weird?"
"No" Steve shrugged, "I kinda like it."
"So... say I do come over... what will we do?" you asked, "I'm not showering with you..."
"Like just this weekend or ever?" Steve asked.
"What?" you squeaked.
"You'd never shower with me?" Steve smirked.
"What?... I... no" you felt your cheeks flush with warmth.
"Never?" he pressed, "not even if you were my girlfriend?"
"When was the last time you had a girlfriend?" you scoffed.
"I don't know..." Cappy said, "when was the last time you had a boyfriend?"
"About a year ago" you said, "he... it was long distance and just didn't work out. He said I didn't make enough time for him... that I wasn't a good girlfriend."
"Hmmm" Steve's tone didn't give much away.
"What?" you chirped, embarrassed at your lack-of-sleep induced overshare.
"I think you'd make a good girlfriend" he said it so matter-of-factly that it made your stomach flip.
"How would you even know?" you smiled bashfully, rubbing at your tired eyes with the back of your hand.
"Only one way to find out" Steve smirked.
"Oh... you're good" you scoffed, "gross... you’re too good at that" you cringed, "so that's how you do it?"
"Do what?" Steve asked.
"Get all the ladies?" you said, "you're using your meatball charms on me..."
"What? Meatball charms?" Steve snorted, "no...I'm... we were just talking..."
"So... how many has this worked on?" you smirked, "how many women are you just talking to at a time?" you asked out of curiosity.
"I mean... I don't know... do you want a list?" Steve asked with a nervous exhale.
"Is that how you keep track?" you asked, honestly.
"Geez, bug" Steve choked, "you really think I'm that bad?"
"What you do is on you... no judgment" you said.
"Bullshit" Steve shot back, "you've been judging me since we first met..."
"I have not" you chirped.
"Who gave me the charming Captain Meatball nickname that I just can’t seem to shake?" he smirked.
"I... oh, shit" you laughed, "you're right" you confessed with a heavy exhale, "well… if it makes you feel any better… I know now that there's more to you then just a meatball that sleeps with everyone in sight."
"Thank yo..." Steve started.
"A teeny-tiny bit more..." you interrupted him with a giggle.
"Whatever" he laughed, leaning back on his pillow and rolling his eyes playfully.
"I wouldn't normally mind... about who you're sleeping with" you pointed out, "the only reason I care is because..." you paused.
"Because?" you could hear the curiosity in his tone.
"Because I guess I kinda like you" you surrendered.
"That wasn't so hard" Steve laughed as you rolled your eyes, "you know I wasn't always like this..." he offered.
"Like what?" you asked.
"I had a girlfriend all freshman year and another one sophomore into the first part of junior year... and then after Frank left the team... I dunno... I just started hooking up with random girls..." Steve offered, honestly.
"I'm sorry" you whispered, "it must have been hard to watch your best friend go through that.. to lose him on the team."
"Nahh" Steve shrugged, "what he's had to deal with was so much worse... losing his sister, taking on Mary... his family's no help and he's not even sure when he'll finish school..." Steve's voice was strained with emotion and it made your chest tighten.
"I'm sorry, Steve..." you said, "we don't have to..."
"No... I'm glad it came up..." he cleared his throat, "I like talking to you, y/n."
"I like talking to you too, Steve" you smiled.
“Think that’s the first time you’ve used my real name” he smiled into the phone.
“It’s a nice name” you yawned, stretching your arms up over your head with a squeak.
"Oh, shit" Steve cursed, "it's real late... I'm sorry!"
"It's OK" you yawned again, "you don’t have to go…”
“I’ll talk to you soon, sweetheart” his laugh was light and warm.
“I'll talk to you soon” you sighed.
"Oh and uh... I tweaked the tshirt order a little, but I think you'll actually like it..." Steve said.
"Wait?" You shot up in your bed, "Steve what did you..."
"OK, sweet dreams, bug! Byyyeee" he rushed before the line went dead and the call ended.
"Damnit, Crappy!" you cursed, falling back on your pillow with a huff.
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