#1K FOLLOWER EXTRAVAGANZA

[alwritey-aphrodite]

ahhhh congrats scout, ilysm!

could i request a cards and letters moodboard? (and ftr, I will make you one too after you post!)

xoxo

You are such a wonderful person, I love you beyond words <3

I was trying to focus on the outdoorsy, academic, cozy, fish vibe hehehe

[strrykais]

perfect blues

idol : stray kids // bang chan song : perfect blues - hannah bahng warnings : none word count : 431

it was late at the company, practice ended hours hours ago, telling your group mates that you would be home later. you could hear the constant buzzing of your phone in your bag as you lay on the floor. 

you were supposed to choreograph this part of the song yesterday, but you couldn’t seem to either come up with something or when you did you couldn’t even get the steps right. huffing out you get back onto your fight, playing the track trying to feel the rhythm coursing through your body. only to stutter your steps, getting frustrated you take off your cap throwing it across the studio.

“woah almost hit me there.” a voice rings out making you jump. eyes squinting you notice chan leaning against the entrance of the dance studio. giving your greetings to him you walk towards him grabbing your hat from the ground. 

“sorry, i wouldn't have thrown it this way if i knew you were here.” placing the cap back onto your head, walking back to your spot, flopping straight to the floor.

“so you would have thrown it anyway?.” you could hear the smile as he says it steps getting louder as they come to a spot next to you. you watch in the mirror as he sits next to you.

“you kind of remind me of hyunjin, always doubting your skills. needing everything to be perfect. its okay to fail every once in a while. it shows us that this little thing wont stop you from reaching the top.” he says while going down to lay on his back.

you follow suit laying next to him. “i know but it sucks when they have all their faith in me and i'm doing nothing but failing them.” 

“i'm sure they don't think that. it's all in your head. they respect you and trust you, which is why they put their faith into you. you just gotta put faith in yourself.”

“what do i do about this dancers block, everything i think of is trash or too easy.” 

“try a new environment, a new style, hell, go scream out. release that negative energy and work around that little bump you are facing. every one has step backs. what makes you different from those is what matters. you gonna let it hold you back forever? they are only called ‘step’ backs not ‘forever’ backs.” 

you giggle out his dumb joke smiling up at the ceiling. “thanks chan, i think imma go scream from the rooftop, and come back tomorrow with a fresh mind. thank you really.” 

1k extravaganza

ⓒstrrykais

[hotchscoffeecup]

a bau found family easter

category: fluff, found family, drabble

characters: rossi, reid, derek, hotch, prentiss, jj, will, garcia, jack, henry

word count: 1k

summary: rossi hosts the bau team for easter sunday including the perfect home cooked italian dinner and egg hunt extravaganza for the kiddos.

“Hey Rossi,” Spencer interjects from where he’s perched on a barstool at the kitchen counter. “I don’t think they’re quite old enough to know what ‘reconnaissance’ means.”

A graying eyebrow arches toward his hairline as the elder agent regards the young doctor before turning his attention back to the kids. “Well, kids. Anyone know what reconnaissance means?”

“Reconn-oh-swince,” Henry whispers as he rolls onto the tips of his toes, fingers twitching around the handle on his Easter basket.

Rossi points a ring adorned finger at him and smiles. “Close!” He shifts his attention to Jack. “Any ideas, son?”

Jack looks at his shoes, then over at his dad, who is smiling at him encouragingly from behind the bar where he sips on a Corona. “You were collecting facts!” he finally answers.

Rossi claps his hands together, “Bravo, Jack!” He inclines his head toward Reid whose furrowed brow indicates his confusion and surprise.

“Atta boy, Jack!” Aaron calls.

“Well,” Rossi continues. “I did some of that and it looks like we had a special guest visit the backyard.”

An excited giggle escapes Henry’s lips as he bounces up and down in place. “Who? Who?”

“My good friend, the Easter bunny.”

Henry’s eyes widen as a big smile spreads across his face. He looks up at his mother, who is standing by the backdoor with his father. JJ smiles in turn, her heart swelling at the sight of the boys’ excitement.

“There are a lot of eggs out there in need of gathering.” Rossi reaches into his blazer pocket and withdraws two plastic eggs. “Jack, you’ll be looking for the blue eggs and Henry, you’ll be looking for the purple eggs. You each have twenty eggs. Are you ready?”

Both boys nod their heads eagerly.

“Are you sure you’re ready?”

“Oh, Rossi, for the love of God please let the little babies run free. My great big auntie heart can’t take the suspense.” Penelope cries from her place at the kitchen table. She leans her head against Morgan’s chest, feigning passing out. The bunny ears headband she’s wearing nearly pokes Derek in the eye as she does this. Morgan’s brow arches as his lips curve into a sly smile. “Babygirl, what are you doing?”

“Shh,” Penelope says. “If this is how I go, it’s how I go.”

“Go!” Rossi shouts and jumps out of the way as the two boys tear toward the back door. Fortunately, Emily is there to pull open the sliding glass doors just in time. The boys clamber over one another as they race across the patio and down the steps into the wide expanse of Rossi’s backyard.

All of the adults follow, drinks in hand. JJ and Will are first into the backyard, Will with his smartphone in hand capturing photos and videos as the boys dart around the yard.

Penelope dashes out after the boys with Emily, clapping and cheering as they find their eggs hidden around the grass, in bushes, and on top of rocks. Derek picks Jack up at one point to help him reach one that was perched in a low hanging tree branch. That had been one of Rossi’s “hard” finds though all of the eggs were in relatively plain sight.

Rossi approaches Aaron, who is watching Jack from the patio. A genuine smile plays on his lips as he watches his son run around the yard. “You think he’s having a good time?”

Hotch looks away from Jack for a moment to look at his colleague and friend. He nods. “I think so.” He pauses and takes a swig of his beer. “The holidays are always hard for him, since Haley—”

“I know,” Rossi interjects. Hotch didn’t need to finish that statement. He elbows him gently. “It’s okay if they’re hard for you, too, you know?”

“I just don’t want him to miss out on anything,” Aaron says as his gaze shifts back to Jack, who’d just found another egg. He holds it up in the air, his toothy grin lighting up his face. Henry had just found one as well. JJ ushers them together for a photo.

“He won’t,” Rossi assures. “You’re doing a great job, Aaron. Don’t ever forget that.”

“Daddy! Daddy!” Jacks calls as he trots over toward them, plastic eggs clattering as his basket bounces alongside him.

“What’s up, buddy?”

“I can’t find the last egg!”

Hotch passes his beer to Rossi and takes Jack’s hand. “Let’s see if we can’t find it, how’s that sound? Come on, let’s go.”

Rossi smiles as he watches the scene play out in front of him. Everyone is smiling. The children are laughing. There’s no vestiges of the horrors and dread of what they face daily at work lingering on anyone. Today, they’re all just people; friends, fathers, mothers, godparents…one, big, found family. He couldn’t be prouder. The BAU had been his pet project from the beginning, and he’d always known it would grow and be a success. He’d never thought it’d turn into a family, not one as closely bound together as this one.

As Jack finds the last of his blue eggs hidden behind a bunch of daffodils, a chorus of cheers erupts from everyone. Henry even calls out, “Good job, Jack!”

Rossi smiles to himself as he heads inside to check on dinner. It wouldn’t be Easter without one of his perfectly al dente pasta dishes, after all.

He drops Hotch’s empty beer bottle into the recycling bin and watches through the glass of the sliding back door as Aaron and Will hoist the boys onto their shoulders, holding their full baskets in the air like trophies. Everyone gathers together as JJ extends her arm to take a selfie, commemorating the occasion to memory.

A Happy Easter, indeed.

[violant-apologia]

An Appointment at the Parlour of Virtue

aka marian's homoerotic antagonistic extravaganza

words: ~1k

it's on ao3 or literally right here!

Marian stalks the Veilgarden streets, shifting in discomfort. She chafes against the aroma of spices, bristles at the discordant music and scowls at passing lovers. This is far from her usual haunt, as any onlooker would be well aware. It would perhaps undermine her authority were her crew to find her here: a captain so severe in this den of intemperance. Luckily, after so many recent brushes with watery demise, they’ll all have better things to do than tail their captain to this meeting.

The Parlour of Virtue is a large building for Veilgarden, where buildings often run squat or narrow. Its services are desired enough – and its clientele rich enough – to finance the grand facade. Speaking of the clientele, they look almost as out of place in Veilgarden as Marian. They loiter around the entrance, checking watches and tapping feet and clad in classy suits and frocks. Some have faces Marian remembers from the margins of Slowcake’s; the rest are masked. The Parlour caters to tastes expensive and eclectic – those wealthy enough to afford its premium services are also those least likely to want Doubt Street catching wind. Marian is not notable enough to go masked; besides, her face is already obscured with ragged bandages. The expressions on the unmasked faces as she skips the queue are ones of jealously, not recognition.

The inside of the Parlour is comfortably warm. More masked clients mill around the lobby or whisper to receptionists at polished wood desks. Marian is nodded through by stockinged women she recognises but couldn’t name. She climbs scarlet-carpeted stairs to the gallery of suites, doors numbered and, for the most part, occupied. As she follows the usual route, her attention drifts to the sounds behind the doors. Many are the typical affair for such an establishment, but as she traverses deeper into the building, the noises get odder. Recorded music and staccato tap-dance. A screaming argument. Chewing. The Parlour caters to all tastes.

Eventually Marian reaches the customary room and lets herself in. She takes a seat on the luxurious bed (shared by most rooms) and observes the neatly-folded pile of silks that lays on it (not shared by most rooms). Sinning Jenny is late. She is often late. But she always comes.

“You’re late,” Marian says as the door opens at almost ten minutes past the hour. “Again.”

“And I apologise again,” replies Jenny. Her cheeks are a little red and her breaths come heavily, fluttering the veil that hangs before her eyes. “I’m not as spry as I used to be. You’ll have to teach me your methods sometime.”

“Here’s an easy one: don’t work yourself to the bone on a hundred lost causes,” Marian replies.

“Ah, so you’d rather I didn’t make it here at all,” Jenny grins.

“Shut up,” Marian retorts, “and sit down. Lets get this over with.”

Jenny laughs (infuriatingly) and takes a seat on the bed next to Marian. She takes the silk bandages in her hands – seafoam blues, this time.

“Lovely colours,” she mutters to herself, “must remember to mention that to Ruth…” She lets the silks flow onto her lap. “Shall we get started?”

Wordlessly, Marian hold out her arm.

The process is painfully slow, and Jenny agonisingly gentle. She takes the right arm first – the one with skin beneath. She unwinds the ragged bandages like an expert. Marian doesn’t know whether Jenny has other tomb-colonist clients; nor does it concern her. The pair’s relationship is one of debt and repayment, nothing more.

Jenny works in silence – soon the old bandages are gone and Marian’s pale skin is left bare. Jenny takes one of the darker silks from the pile, secures it up the forearm, and begins to wrap. As she does so, her fingers graze Marian’s skin; Marian jerks her arm away.

“Watch it,” Marian spits, breaking the silence.

Sorry, Jenny mouths. Marian bristles. Despite the decade between them, Jenny still manages to make her feel like a child. It’s insulting.

“Done,” Jenny soon says. Indeed, the arm is covered. Marian flexes her fingers beneath the bandages: not too tight, not too loose, and the colours complement her old uniform well.

“Acceptable, ma’am?” Jenny asks with a smile. A coy twinkle plays beneath her veil.

Marian rolls her eye. The eye in question is still not visible, but she hopes Jenny gets the message anyway.

“Other arm?” Jenny offers. Marian shuffles over and Jenny moves to her left side. The bandages here are significantly more damaged, poked and pierced from within. Jenny barely has to work them before they fall away in scraps, revealing the mass of brambles beneath.

“Don’t prick yourself, princess.”

“I’ll be careful,” Jenny chuckles.

The process is even slower on this arm – the bandages have to both hide the vegetation and restrict its shape to that of a more traditional arm.  In her many visits here, Marian has noticed that Jenny gets more stressed – and more likely to make mistakes – when she works in silence. It is for this reason and no other that Marian clears her throat.

“I made it to Polythreme.”

“Oh!” Jenny says. “I’m glad you’re following those leads!”

Marian scoffs. “I couldn’t fairly come back here if I didn’t keep my end of the bargain, could I?”

Jenny laughs. “I suppose not. Anyway, did you find the surgeon? Did he help?”

“Yes,” Marian says, “and no.”

Jenny’s face falls. “I’m sorry, Marian.”

“Oh piss off,” Marian responds, “you don’t care a jot. You just want me out of your hair.”

“I’ll remind you that there’s no actual obligation for me to make these meetings.” Jenny pulls a bandage tight around the vine.

“You want me off your conscience, then.”

Jenny sighs. “I’m also not responsible for the Campaign. Is it so difficult to imagine that I just want the best for you?”

“Yes,” Marian responds. “You’ve made a whole business profiting off of devotion. Forgive me for guarding mine.”

“Do you mean the Parlour or the Church?” Jenny asks. “It doesn’t matter, you’re wrong either way.”

She fastens the final bandage and trails a finger over her work. Marian shivers. “It’s been fifteen years, Cook. Why do you think we do this?”

Jenny’s fingers drift to the final set of bandages. She takes the end of one  at the base of Marian’s neck.

“Guilt,” Marian mutters. “The Church did this to me.”

“I’m not the Church,” Jenny murmurs, beginning to unwrap. Her breath tickles the slivers of newly-exposed skin. “War’s over, soldier,” she breathes. “You’re safe now.”

“I—”

A rose petal flutters onto the sheets.

Marian jumps up, snatching the last silks from Jenny’s lap.

“I think it’s best if I do the last myself,” she stammers. “I’m more practised, and all, and you’re obviously not focused on quality.”

“Oh,” says Jenny, “perhaps I was wrong. We can return to a purely professional relationship, if you’d like?”

“I— no, I’d—” Marian struggles, “Aurgh!”

She storms out of the room. Light, infuriating laughter rings out behind her as she stamps down the hall. Then Jenny calls out.

“See you next month!”

[buckets-and-trees]

King [Steve x Reader]

Characters/Pairings: mob boss!Steve x female!Reader Word Count: 1k Summary: As an archeologist neck deep in a library for research or out in the wilds of desserts and jungles searching for ancient civilizations, you’re not the type you ever thought would catch the attention of one of the city’s mob bosses. They meant nothing to you, and so you never expected it, and you certainly didn’t know how it happened, and yet you find yourself entering the early domestic stages of a serious relationship with Steve Rogers, king of one of the most powerful mob networks in the country, and he’s made dinner for you, seemingly with no agenda…

Content Warnings: a bit of angst, feminist frustration

Additional Notes: Another day, another short piece for my 2022 Holiday Extravaganza! This one was inspired by King by Florence + the Machine. It really hit me hard when I first heard the single earlier this year, and it’s been clawing its way into this little story for many months in my brain.

You threw you plate down into the sink, shattering it, taking Steve completely off guard.

“Hey!”

You slam one hand down onto the counter, and cover your mouth with the other, hanging your head as tears burn behind your closed eyes.

“Hey,” he says again, more quietly now, coming up behind you. “What’s-?“

“No!” You shout, flinching away when his hands went to rest on your shoulders. “I’m not ready!”

“Not ready for what?”

“Kids!” You turn abruptly to face him. “I’m smart enough to know that my mob boss boyfriend isn’t dropping idle comments about children without intent behind them, and they’ve been stacking up all week!”

“Fine. You’re right. I want kids and I want to have them with you.”

You turn to face him finally, the tears having spilled over. Sad and angry. “I’m just not ready now, and I don’t know if I’ll ever be.”

“How can you say that?”

“It’s all so easy for you! You only have to dump your seed and then wait nine months for a baby to pop out, and then, what? Pat it in the head once or twice a day? Go off and continue doing what you do every day, while I, on the other hand, a pregnancy will change every single moment of my life! Carrying it to popping it out and then watching over the child for the following eighteen years! I won’t even be able to fly on a damn plane in the third trimester of the pregnancy, and if I can’t fly, how am I supposed to remain one of the forefront archeologists in the field when I can’t even get to the field?”

“Sweatheart–“

“No! Don’t sweetheart me, Steve! Growing up, I was definitely one of those girls who just wanted to go to college, meet the man of my dreams, be swept into the perfect wedding and marriage and pop out five babies before I was thirty. House with the white picket fence, dinner at six, kiss my husband goodbye every morning, but then I finished college, no marriage. Went to grad school, dove into this field, found something exciting that I’m passionate about and damn good at. Still no man in sight. I turned thirty. I actually went to a conference with a bunch of strangers over my thirtieth birthday weekend - it was kind of an unexpected thing that came up, and I accepted because I was so relieved I wouldn’t have to be around my family and friends turning thirty and still single and alone.”

Steve moved forward, wanting to take you in his arms, but you moved back, and held your hand up.

“I need to finish saying this. It took me so long to untangle myself from the fluffy housewife propaganda I was told was the only thing I should aspire to be, to shove away the silent disappointment from other people’s expectations of what I was supposed to do, and to find things that made my heart sing, made my soul burn with purpose just because I wanted them any no one else. And I was happy before you.”

“Are you unhap–”

“No, I was happy before you, and I’m happy now,” you cut him off quickly. “But it’s unfair how easy it is for men, and it’s not your fault, but it is a reality. For me… you know I can’t half-ass something even if I tried. I won’t do it if I won’t do it well, and I don’t know how to… I don’t even know how to be your girlfriend yet. I know you’re not asking me to just give up my life, but I do know you’d prefer it.”

“I wouldn’t,” he said simply.

You shake your head. “Don’t lie. I overheard you on the phone with Bucky last week say how much easier it would be if I could be the simple housewife type of girlfriend.” The words had been horrifically branded into your brain.

Steve exhaled and put his hands on his hips.

You raised your eyebrows, waiting for him to respond.

“Yes. That’s true. I did say it would be easier. I didn’t say it’s what I want though.”

“Didn’t you?”

“I didn’t. As you so aptly noted, I’m always very careful with my words. It would be easier, but I don’t want easy, I want you, and I want you to be happy. The closer we become, the more of a target you are.”

“Oh,” you responded quietly. Steve saw you start to let your guard down, so he stepped forward and brushed his fingers up and down your arm, then grasped your fingers.

“I have been dropping comments about kids and our future because I am ready to talk about it with you. A future with you is what I want, but I was testing the waters trying to get a read on if it’s what you want.” A smirk flitted across his face, and he added, “You have been playing things very close to the chest.”

“Yes,” you huffed, “well, that’s because I’m terrified of falling for you.”

He gently pulled you closer, and you melt against him. “Fall with me then. I’m already at the edge of this terrifying cliff, I’m ready to jump.”

“How can this be terrifying? You’re a mob boss!”

Steve laughed. “That’s nothing compared to handing my heart over to someone else and trusting them not to smash it or throw it away, to literally give them everything – to give you my everything.”

Your chest constricted, breath catching at his words.

His hands moved to the small of your back, securely holding you closer to him. “I mean it. Everything.”

His eyes locked on yours, and you couldn’t look away if you wanted to. The moment stretched out between you – he would wait for you to answer – and your heart seemed to stop, freezing the moment in time.

Then finally you reached up and pulled his lips down to yours, crashing fiercely together. You still had so many questions, but you did at least know you were certain about each other now. You would rule your worlds together.

And that's day three of the Holiday Extravaganza! Do we want to see more of mob boss!Steve and his reader? (Archeologist because... why the hell not?)

I think I might have something totally out of left field for you lovelies tomorrow, just depends how the muses go...

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Oh? So you’re curious about our 1k raffle extravaganza?

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To join simply reblog this post! Likes don’t count!

First place receives a flat colored art piece by me, like the last two of this very post! Second place gets a sketch!

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I’m very busy lately so this raffle will go a little longer, ending at February 3rd 2023! It might get an updated end date but not earlier than Feb 3rd.

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[beom-pyu]

i have an idea for my 1k followers bash extravaganza party time omg it'll be so cute

[mooosicaldreamz]

A teenage girl meeting Lena Luthor and saying how she's her role model and the girl just being enamored with how awesome Lena is....(maybe Kara getting jealous of her? Idk Kara getting jealous of a teenager??) Maybe Lena offering for that girl to Follow her around at LCorp for a day??

o, u thought i was done writing prompts from my 1k follower extravaganza??? NEVER, BECAUSE YOU GUYS SENT ME SO MANY. here’s another one! it’s the story of sierra searfoss, whose last name i 100% stole from a customer at my workplace! 

When Kara comes stumbling into Lena’s office one afternoon, having sailed past Jess’s desk with wave and a quick dropoff of food, she finds Lena sitting on her couch - their couch - with a girl. And it is a girl, a blonde girl with glasses and brown eyes, and when Kara comes in already halfway through an anecdote about Winn, the girl nearly falls off the couch, she turns around so fast.

“Kara!” Lena says, standing up and smiling widely. “I didn’t know you were stopping by!”

“I mean - do you ever?” Kara asks, just as Lena wraps her arms around Kara’s neck and hugs tightly. They had, of course, seen each other that morning, but Kara never much enjoyed being separated from her girlfriend. The strength of Lena’s hug, the press of her nose into Kara’s neck - those indicate to Kara that Lena feels the same way.

The girl is still twisted awkwardly on the couch, her face confused and her mouth open. Kara clears her throat and Lena laughs a little, waving at the girl to stand up. She does, stumbling and staring at Kara.

“This is Sierra Searfoss, from the Girls in STEM contest I was telling you about last night,” Lena says, smiling and looking between Sierra, who looks dumbfounded, and Kara, who can’t help but tune into Sierra’s heartbeat propelling faster than it was when Kara walked in the room. Kara reaches out her hand for Sierra to shake, and the girl’s hand actually trembles in Kara’s grasp. Lena seems unaware.

“Hi,” Sierra says. “Hello. How - how are you?”

Her hand is shaking. Kara casts a worried glance at Lena, who seems to find Sierra’s stumbling over words sort of amusing, rather than concerning. She’s smiling softly, watching the girl.

“Good,” Kara says. “I’m Kara Danvers, a reporter at Catco Magazine. Congratulations on winning the contest.”

“I know who you are,” Sierra says, and her hand grips tightly (Kara knows it’s probably about as tight as a teenage human girl can grip, even if she doesn’t feel it that intensely). “I’ve read all your articles about Miss Luthor. My favorite is the one about her work in aerospace engineering.”

“Right,” Kara says, watching as Sierra’s eyes widen as though the high of talking about Lena is equivalent to cocaine. “Well, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

Sierra is still gripping her hand.

“ - I also enjoyed your article about Miss Luthor’s renovations on the Luthor Mansion, even though I felt you weren’t quite as appreciative as you should have been.”

“Okay,” Kara says, and actually has to try a little bit harder than normal to remove her hand from where it’s clasped in Sierra’s. The girl still looks far too intense. Lena still doesn’t seem to have noticed, so she pulls her phone out of her bag and blinks at it. “Oh, uh, Snapper’s calling - the truth awaits!”

Lena does let out a laugh at that, as Kara drops the phone back in her bag and gestures at the bag of food she’s set on the coffee table for Lena.

“That’s for you,” Kara says. “Fried rice and a salad from that place you like in Coast - I mean. Yes. Food is for you. I’ll see you tonight?”

Lena nods, smiling gently. She nearly books it out of the office, and she can sort of still hear Sierra ask I thought I read you were allergic to egg, Miss Luthor, are you sure it’s safe for you to consume fried rice?

-

The next day, a small explosion sounds out from the lower levels of LCorp’s labs, and Kara’s there nearly immediately, picking out the sound of Lena’s voice amongst the smoke and other scientists. When she calms the fire down with her freeze breath, Lena’s there. Along with Sierra, who looks like she is seconds away from jumping up and down out of joy.

“Supergirl,” Lena says, coming closer and thankfully maintaining a respectful distance. Jess had almost walked in on them making out one times too many after some event or another. “Thanks for stopping by.”

“Supergirl!” Sierra yelps, looking away from the mess in the center of the room and practically bouncing over to them. “I have so many questions.”

Kara cuts her eyes uncertainly over to Lena, who once again only looks amused, and tilts her head in a semi-indulgent way at Sierra.

“How is it working with Miss Luthor?” Sierra asks, and Kara blinks. “You two have collaborated several times.”

“She’s a good partner to have,” Kara says, after some consideration. Lena’s smile turns soft, and Kara desperately wants to smile back, wants to fly them somewhere and kiss for a while, but Sierra Searfoss has other ideas.

“We were building a freeze ray,” Sierra offers. “To mimic your freeze breath. Miss Luthor mentioned she’s catalogued many of your powers, and she thought, in her wisdom, that perhaps replicating them would be an interesting challenge - though, of course, nothing is a challenge to Miss Luthor.”

“Your freeze ray went well, then,” Kara says, offering a wry half-smile that earns a bark of laughter from Lena and a burgeoning frown on Sierra’s face.

“It’s certainly not any fault of Miss Luthor’s,” Sierra says. “Freeze breath is not that interesting a power to have anyway.”

Kara looks at Sierra for a moment, then looks over at Lena in confusion. Thankfully, firefighters and a couple cops interrupt them, and Supergirl finds an opportunity to fly away, far away from Sierra Searfoss.

-

“I thought you said the gala wasn’t until seven thirty,” Kara mutters, her mouth halfway down Lena’s neck, her hands trailing down the soft skin of her girlfriend’s back. “We have a whole hour before we need to leave.”

“We’re driving,” Lena gasps out, her own hand gripping at Kara’s neck. Kara makes a sad humming noise, nips a little at Lena’s neck before sliding back upwards to pay more attention to Lena’s mouth. Maybe she could convince her to be late anyway, even if she was going to be trapped in a limo for twenty minutes through event traffic.

“I love you,” Kara whispers against Lena’s mouth. It earns a bit more of a response than has been given up to this point, a hard, searing kiss that distracts Kara from most other thoughts.

“We have to get dressed,” Lena mutters, even as she gets pushed back into the bed.

“Five minutes,” Kara mutters back, occupying her hands with tugging at the small bits of clothing Lena does have on. Lena doesn’t bother replying to that, just lets Kara kiss her -

Lena’s phone starts ringing. This is upsetting on many levels - usually it’s Kara’s phone that interrupts their moments, and Kara groans, thumping her head down onto Lena’s chest while Lena giggles. She reaches for her phone, and Kara can see the name there clear as day - Sierra Searfoss.

“You gave that girl your phone number?” Kara asks, nipping at Lena’s collarbone and grinning when Lena’s hips jump a little.

“I gave her a number that routes to my phone number,” Lena says. “I should take it. We’re supposed to be picking her up from her hotel on the way to the gala in - fifteen minutes.”

It’s a quick phone call, mostly logistical, but Sierra’s enthusiasm is still a little terrifying and Kara spends much of the duration of it running her hands up and down Lena’s ribs, watching goosebumps rise up along her chest and sides. When it’s over, Lena tosses the phone to the side and grabs for Kara.

“Five minutes,” she mutters, just before their lips crash together.

-

“We’re so sorry for being late,” Lena says, as Sierra and her dad climb into the car. “It was Supergirl’s fault.”

Kara frowns at her girlfriend, and Lena’s smirk is the only indication she feels it.

Sierra’s dad gives a laugh, wrapping his arm around the back of the couch in the limo and smiling heartily, not like his overeager daughter.

“She does seem like she causes some traffic sometimes,” he says. “I’m Samuel, we met briefly?”

“Of course,” Lena says, offering out a hand and shaking it across the expanse of the limo. “This is Kara Danvers, my girlfriend.”

“Righto,” he says, and Kara shakes his hand too. Next to him, Sierra is rolling her eyes at her father in such a normal teenager way that Kara thinks that perhaps she’s been cured of her insanity. But then, her eyes land on Lena, in her bright blue dress that Lena had barely managed to pull on with a smirk and a it reminds me of your uniform when Kara had decided to pull it off her again - and they go cocaine-wide again.

“Supergirl implied earlier today that Miss Luthor was not a capable scientist,” Sierra says. “I’m not impressed.”

Kara blinks, and Lena laughs a little, her hand sliding on Kara’s thigh and gripping at her fingers. Sierra’s eyes watch it happen and she frowns even further, looking grumpier than Kara could have ever imagined the girl being.

“Miss Danvers, didn’t you once write that LCorp’s initiatives on green engineering weren’t as satisfactory as what’s been done at Lord Technologies?” she asks, and Lena laughs even louder now, her eyes turning to Kara with amusement written all over them. At some point, her girlfriend has to realize that this girl is a little crazy, right?

“Sierra,” her dad admonishes, and Sierra directs a weak glower at him that he smiles gently at.

“It was a fair criticism,” Lena admits, her fingers now playing absentmindedly with Kara’s. Sierra’s frown returns in full force as she looks back at the two of them. “I think Kara would say we’ve made significant progress.”

“I would,” Kara says, smiling at her girlfriend and accepting the kiss on the cheek she receives with an even larger grin.

Sierra makes a noise of deep and unabiding unhappiness.

-

“Miss Luthor has been really kind to us,” Mr. Searfoss says, holding a pint glass of beer and watching as Lena takes pictures with the various finalists for the STEM award that Sierra had eventually won.

“She usually is,” Kara says, smiling softly as she watches her girlfriend. Sierra is smiling brightly as well, looking at Lena like she’s hung the moon.

“Sierra’s had a bad couple years,” Mr. Searfoss says. He taps at his pint glass for a second before reaching to set it down. “She’s always been a bit of an oddball - not a bad thing, but still - and she came out about a year ago.”

Kara tilts her head, turning to look at the man as he adjusts his tie and looks nervously at Kara.

“Her mom was an ass about it, and we got divorced, and kids at school have been - well, you know kids,” Mr. Searfoss says, smiling wryly. “She’s thrown herself into her chemistry club and robotics club and she, um, really latched onto Miss Luthor. She’s sort of her hero, in more than a science-y way.”

Kara smiles, glancing once more over at her girlfriend, who’s talking animatedly at Sierra, both of their hands waving around in the air as they talked about something.

“Anyway. There’s no way in hell I could say all this to her, so I thought I’d say it to you,” he says, reaching for his drink again and looking down at the ground. “She’s a great role model for a gay, nerdy girl from Arkansas to have. I’m really - grateful for that. And all this, too. I mean, she even helped me get this suit tailored. I probably have a crush as big as Sierra’s by now.”

“You know, I think Lena probably would like to hear this from you,” Kara says, smiling gently. “I can distract Sierra.”

“I’m not sure that girl could ever be distracted from Lena Luthor,” he says, with a laugh. “I’d do it just to see you try.”

-

“So, what do you think about LCorp’s recent attempts at manufacturing nutritional compounds for aliens?” Kara asks, sipping at her champagne and watching Sierra’s eyes flick from where Mr. Searfoss has just pulled Lena away to Kara’s face. Apparently, the topic is interesting.

“Well, don’t aliens deserve to have their needs met? They are citizens now,” Sierra says, shrugging and eyeing Kara. “I thought you were a proponent of alien rights.”

“I am,” Kara says. “I suggested the initiative to Lena.”

Sierra blinks at Kara, her eyes still wide as ever, before she suddenly leans closer, looking - semi-normal for once.

“What’s it like? Being her girlfriend,” Sierra asks. She looks surprised to have even asked, but Kara smiles anyway.

“It’s pretty cool,” Kara say. “You’ll find out someday. Probably not with her, but maybe some other super genius nerd icon.”

“Thank you,” Sierra says, and she smiles like a completely normal person.

-

“Kara Danvers,” Lena whispers, right in Kara’s ear, after Sierra and her father have scrambled out of the back of the limo and Sierra and Lena hugged for a full ten minutes. “You told Mr. Searfoss to talk to me.”

“I thought you should know,” Kara says defensively. Lena is pressing closer to her, and Kara is grateful for the partition and the dark tint to the windows. “You’re her hero. And she’s super in love with you. You have a fangirl.”

Lena’s lips press right under Kara’s ear, her hand tangling with Kara’s on her lap.

“I love you,” Lena says.

“I love you more,” Kara says back, pulling Lena’s hand up and pressing a kiss to it. “I’m definitely your number one fan. I’ll wear a t-shirt.”

“No need to wear anything at all,” Lena says, and Kara can’t help but laugh, just before it gets swallowed up by Lena’s kiss.

[doiefy]

ballroom extravaganza !¡ (unofficial) preview

(this isn’t much of a preview, i just wanted to post a little blurb that got me into the mood for a new fic! trying something new: mxm, very atmospheric writing, some incoherency inspired by dpr ian’s new album, and a jolly good time)

pairing: doyoung x jaehyun

genre: angst, crime, thriller, slight paranormal and psychological horror

preview length: ~1k

warnings: this preview doesn’t really contain smut but it’s still rather nsfw in nature in terms of sensuality and sex; minors please dni. the usual language, mentions of drugs and alcohol, and the full fic is intended to be rather dark and depressing.

When Doyoung found Jaehyun that night, he was staring at the ceiling.

The young man laid flat between the cotton comforter and the linen sheets, fingers moving absently against the fabrics, eyes half-closed, his brown hair a damp mess across the pillow. His long lashes kissed his cheeks whenever he blinked—hiding his gaze from view every few seconds, then casting soft shadow against pale skin. When they closed, he looked peaceful. When they opened, then he seemed aged and trouble.

There was an eerie sense of calm, like he wasn’t thinking at all. It was as if the thoughts had all drained from his head, then pooled in his eyes for the world to see: worry mixed into amber depths, satisfaction floating just at the surface among golden specks. He was an open book.

And yet, Doyoung couldn’t fathom him. He couldn’t fathom his thoughts, nor pick the specks out of his eyes for examination. He didn’t want to understand, either; he was reaching the end of his intoxication and now infinitely more upset with Leliel, all rage and weariness bundled up in a frail vessel, hardly keeping it in. All he knew, was that he couldn’t be alone for the night.

“You’re back,” Jaehyun murmured from his spot on the bed; he didn’t move. Doyoung got the sense that he had been in this exact spot countless times before—swaying in the doorway, halfway between the blackwood of the hallway and the greenery of Jaehyun’s room. The moonlight fell through the window and shone three streaks of silver just ahead of him. That was one streak more than he remembered. Then he realized: he had been here, only about ten minutes ago, and a lifetime before then, when the moon had been just a cloudy circle in the sky.

“Sit down,” he heard Jaehyun say. “Or if you’re going to leave, at least close the door on your way out.”

Doyoung closed the door, trapping himself between potted aralia trees and creeping ivy on the stone walls. He sat down, first at the edge of the bed, then a little closer to the man lying upon it. He was cold from all his wandering around the halls, and Jaehyun was warm. Warm, and just about the most beautiful thing Doyoung had seen all night.

“It’s one of those nights,” Doyoung said lowly, now leaning over the man so he could thread fingers through his hair—callused fingers dragging through silky strands.

“One of those nights,” Jaehyun repeated. He shut his eyes. Opened them. Shut them again. The open-close rhythm, the steadiness of it all, it only enhanced his beauty. He was ethereal in the darkness, soft in appearance, yet inexplicably dangerous.

“Mm. Think you’re up to it, pretty boy?”

Jaehyun closed his eyes. And this time, he didn’t open them. “Anything you ask.”

A lazy smile found its way to Doyoung’s lips; lazy, but coy, like he had been all day. “Can I kiss you?”

There was a gentle nod, barely an inch of a movement. So he did—pulled Jaehyun upwards to sit him against the headboard, fingers still tangled in his hair for leverage, lips meeting violently before teeth and tongue followed. He straddled him with ease, and pushed all the offending fabrics away from their bodies. Whatever warmth they previously held meant nothing when an enticing heat danced across his skin with each point of contact. He knew what he want, prided himself on always knowing exactly what he wanted, and now he yearned.

“You’re pent up,” Jaehyun noticed, now breathless, his lips swollen and red beneath the moonlight. Smiling incredulously, he reached to cradle Doyoung’s cheek, only to have his hand snatched away. It was far from painful, barely harsh, but he still cried out in surprise.

“Did I say you could touch me?” The question came swiftly, accompanied with a piercing glare that sent a shudder down his spine. He shook his head and retracted his hand, murmuring a soft apology.

“Let me help, Doyoung.”

And at that, Doyoung’s expression softened. His frown receded, and his eyes took on a gentler look, somewhat endearing. He took Jaehyun’s hand, guiding it to his cheek where the younger previously tried to touch him. A grounded moment to establish trust, before they went any further. “Is this okay?”

Again, Jaehyun nodded, sighing in contentment when Doyoung kissed him. It was brief this time: only a few seconds before he felt lips against his jaw and fingers tumbling through his hair.

It took a darker turn quickly enough—just as Doyoung had hinted, and just as Jaehyun had wanted it to. His head was yanked back with little remorse and knocked into the wooden headboard; he bit back a groan, letting the sting travel pleasantly through his scalp and into his temple. He vaguely registered fingers wrapping around his throat and a sickly sweetness flooding his senses. He could practically taste drugs and smoke and alcohol through the kiss, and while he normally couldn’t stand the stench, he found himself chasing after it. Sugar, candy, tobacco, Doyoung’s cologne, Doyoung himself.

“Good?” Doyoung asked for confirmation one last time, his gaze hungry but still patient for the time being. Once Jaehyun had responded with an eager nod and choked noise of satisfaction, then he tightened his hand further around his throat. He lowered his lips to Jaehyun’s ear, allowing for a quiet chuckle that reverberated somewhere deep in his chest.

“If I decide I don’t want to be as nice tonight? If I push you around, hit you, if I break you, then what? Still good?”

And Jaehyun’s reaction—Doyoung would remember it in utmost detail until they both passed out from exhaustion and woke up the next morning with foggy recollections of the previous night.

Jaehyun all but arched off of the bed in desperation, a whimper breaking from his lips. There was fear, there was excitement, and there was a yearning that matched Doyoung’s, if not exceeded it. “God, fuck, yes,” he hissed, to be met with Doyoung’s hand across his cheek. It didn’t hurt—like all previous gestures, it was only in warning—but he did recoil at the abruptness. “Good, Doyoung. Ruin me.”

“Good,” Doyoung repeated, practically mocking him with a derisory sneer. He lowered his lips to the younger mans’, never touching him, never giving in to desire, simply hovering out of reach.

His smile was the last thing Jaehyun remembered before slipping under.

[drarryspecificrecsdaily]

2021.12.24 ~ Christmas Eve

Complete fics posted on AO3 this day

1. A Drinking Song by Riyan_Blue [T, 4k]

►Draco sings a highly inappropriate song to Harry at the Leaky Cauldron's Christmas Karaoke. But will it convince Harry to go out with him?

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►Harry hadn't planned on snogging Draco Malfoy at the Yule Ball. But now, he can't seem to forget about it.

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►Potter can't follow simple rules, and Draco has had enough.

4. Snow On Snow by @tackytigerfic [T, 1k]

►Harry and Draco were deep undercover in Europe, and had to pretend to be a couple. When everything went wrong, they got out by the skin of their teeth. Little did they know they'd be stuck spending Christmas together in a Ministry safe house in Muggle Edinburgh. [...]

5. Under a wicked sky by @nccis [E, 46k]

►2nd of May 2018 marks the twenty-year anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts. Anybody who had been a somebody back in the day has been invited to a celebration at the Great Hall. Harry has his hands full trying to remember his speech, hiding the fact that he and Ginny are divorced and, you guessed it, obsessing over Draco Malfoy.

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Fest/Exchange

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3. Chasing Squirrels by @devilrising [T, 1k]

►Harry loved Christmas shopping; there were always so many things to do and look at. Including Draco, even if he pretended he didn't like when Harry kissed him in public. ★ 25 Days of Draco and Harry 2021 | @slythindor100

4. A Dovely Compromise by Anonymous [T, 5k]

►Draco’s idea of a good Yule is quiet and cosy. Potter prefers bold exclamations of festivity from…absurdly early in the year. Draco wonders if they’re truly compatible with each other. What they can both agree on, though, is that burning all things Christmas to the ground isn’t the way to go. ★ H/D Erised 2021 | @hd-erised

5. Not Just a Tattoo by Anonymous [G, 1k]

►Harry can't understand why Ron is being such a big deal about a tattoo. ★ Harry/Draco Owlpost 2021 | @hdowlpost

[jaehyunfirstlove]

Happy 1k!!! Also whattt, ONLY ONE Johnny request!? There needs to be more come on people!

Could I request what would Johnny do if you’re having dinner with friends and he’s rubbing the reader’s knee, the reader brings it up their thigh and inner thigh and he sees shes just wearing a thong 👀 car sex ensues??

Pairing: boyfriend!johnny x f.reader

Genre: smut (18+ only)

Warnings: fingering, unprotected sex, praise kink, choking

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: thank you for this johnny request! and with that, this officially ends my 1k (1.3k, 1.4k :) follower milestone extravaganza! thank you to everyone who sent in requests!

“... and then the jacket I have to wear is really heavy, the front of it is decorated with all these ribbons and tassels…”

Doyoung was in the middle of recounting his first dress rehearsal for a musical he was in, and everyone at the table was listening intently. Everyone, except your boyfriend, Johnny.

“Johnny, what are you doing?” you whispered. His hand was on your knee, moving ever so slowly up your thigh. You looked over at him and he had a bored look on his face, pretending to be listening to Doyoung, but you saw the mischief dancing behind his eyes.

You briefly thought about warning him, but decided that he got himself into this, let’s see how he handles what he finds. You stayed positively still, waiting for the revelation, and when his hand pushed your skirt up he took a peek down.

He inhaled sharply, making everyone at the table turn to look at him.

“Oh no, really? Wow that’s crazy,” he said quickly, trying to cover up his outburst, “well that was a great story and this has been a fun night but Y/N and I gotta go see you all later.”

He got up so quickly from his chair it almost fell back onto the floor, pulling you up to join him and dragging you out the door, while everyone just watched with mild amusement.

“Johnny!” you laughed, trying to keep up with him as he walked towards his car, “what has gotten into you!”

“You! You have!” he pointed a finger at you accusingly, “why would you wear that on a dinner out with my friends!” He pretended to melt into the sidewalk and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“It’s just easier because that way you don’t get visible panty lines-”

He groaned, practically pushing you into the car. “And why do you have to say ‘panty’ for crying out loud! It’s hard enough for me to walk around with this boner!”

You pressed your lips together, trying not to laugh as you got comfortable in the passenger’s seat. You looked over at Johnny and he had a very tense look on his face, his mouth a thin line as he pulled out of the parking lot. You felt a little bad for doing this to him, but at the same time it was really stroking your ego with the effect you were having on him.

“It’s only a fifteen minute drive, I can make it,” he said to himself, gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were turning white.

“Are you sure about that?” you teased, staring at the noticeable bulge in his jeans.

“You’re right, I won’t be able to make it,” he suddenly swerved into an empty parking lot, driving to the darkest corner of it.

“Uh, Johnny, what are you doing?”

He had a determined look on his face as he put the car in park and turned to you. “Now, Y/N, care to show me the rest of what you’re wearing under that skirt? Or should I say, what you’re not wearing?”

You smirked, pulling up your skirt to your waist and turning to show him your bare ass, just the string of your thong nestled between your ass cheeks. He made a low whistle, while his eyes became hooded as he stared at you.

“God-fucking-damn, Y/N,” he groaned, “you were hiding that this whole time.”

“If I told you, we wouldn’t have made it to dinner, would we?” you said slyly, and he smirked, nodding in agreement.

“True, but we’re not at dinner anymore, so you’re gonna get it.”

His words made your pussy wet, but the way he was looking at you was what made you succumb. He reclined the passenger seat all the way back, then bent you over it, his hand warm on your ass as he caged you in with his much bigger body.

“I’m gonna fuck you till you scream, until this entire car is shaking, got that?” he grabbed a hold of your hair and yanked you back to him, his voice rough in your ear.

“Yes, baby, yes please,” you begged, your pussy getting wetter with how roughly he was handling you. You felt his hand grab your ass and squeeze, making you yelp.

“That’s it, baby, I wanna hear how I make you feel,” he grinned against your neck, almost biting you as he sucked harsh marks onto your skin. His hand moved to the string of your thong, toying it with his fingers. With what felt like his middle finger he followed the string down, until he was at your wet pussy.

“Baby, you’re positively dripping,” he growled, and you could feel his finger sliding along your slit, rubbing your juices around. You could feel the wetness on the insides of your thighs, panting as his finger continued to tease you.

“Mm, Johnny,” you moaned, hands gripping the back of the seat as heat flooded your core, “more, please.”

“You ready for my cock, baby? You want it?” his breath was hot against your ear and it made you shiver, just as his other hand wrapped around your throat. He held you like that while he unzipped, and then you felt him pull the string of your thong aside, the head of his cock teasing at your folds.

“Yes, Johnny, please fuck me,” you were almost breathless already, but at your words he lost all control, plunging inside you. A scream tore from your throat as he spread you apart with his cock, every inch he pushed inside increasing the pitch of your whines until your voice went hoarse.

“Fuck, so tight,” he said through gritted teeth, “so fucking tight, so good for me, such a sweet pussy.”

You clung hard to the seat as he railed you, the car shaking on its wheels just like he wanted. The windows had started to fog up with your combined heavy breathing, and you couldn’t even spare a thought to the cramped confines with how Johnny was abusing your hole so deliciously.

“You like it, baby,” he groaned, “you wore this thong just so I could fuck you like this, didn’t you?”

You could barely nod, your body being thrashed against the seat with the force of his thrusts. Whenever he did it from behind he always seemed to lose all control, maybe it was the sight of your ass bouncing as he thrust into you. Sometimes he would knead your ass cheeks, sometimes spank them, but this time he just caressed them, almost fondly. “So beautiful,” he murmured, “such a pretty ass, such a pretty pussy.”

You felt the knot forming in the pit of your stomach, your limbs starting to shake as it threatened to snap. Johnny felt it coming, squeezing his fingers around your throat and pulling you flush against him with his other hand.

“You’re gonna come for me, baby,” he growled, “I wanna hear you, I wanna hear how it makes you feel.”

“Oh fuck, oh Johnny, it feels so good, your cock feels so good, I’m gonna come!” you let out a last high-pitched moan when your orgasm finally hit, your pussy contracting around Johnny’s cock as he continued to ram into you. He didn’t let go of your neck, hand still wrapped around it as he kept going, squeezing you so hard you were surprised you didn’t pass out.

“Oh shit, baby, you’re gonna make me come,” he thrust hard into you a few more times, spilling his cum deep inside you, until he finally stilled, releasing his hold around your neck at the same time. You took huge gulps of air, as he started to stroke your ass cheeks again.

“See what happens when you keep stuff like that from me, then decide to reveal it to me when we’re out in public?” he said in a sweet voice laced with a darker tone.

“I’ll remember that for next time,” you replied cheekily.

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Thanks for 1.4k :)

[REQUESTS CLOSED]

[shemarmooresfedora]

Collision Course

Summary: You and Spencer were just bound to collide. Only fate could plan a first meeting that unique.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Content/Warnings: fluff, minor car crash (no serious injuries), swearing, sexual harassment (specifically cat-calling from a stranger), mentions of eating a lot of food, implied allusion to sex (not specifically stated)

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: this is my one-shot entry for @ellesgreenaway ‘s 1k follower celebration! congratulations! <3 i’ve had this fic in my drive for a while but i never got around to finishing it until now

Masterlist

The metro was down for scheduled repairs today. JJ offered to bring Spencer in but he politely declined. He figured he should drive his car at least every once and a while so it doesn’t just collect rust in his parking spot.

Leaving his apartment 15 minutes earlier than he normally would to account for his rather slow driving, Spencer cautiously reversed out of his space.

He sighed in relief that he had not hit the neighboring cars. Spencer began to pull out of the parking garage. Unfortunately, he was so relieved from his little victory that he forgot to check both ways when he drove out of the parking garage.

Spencer slammed on the brakes but it was too late. He hit a young woman jogging and knocked her to the ground. Luckily, his average speed was that of a snail so he hoped her injuries were not too bad.

Spencer put the car in park and got out, “Oh god, oh god, oh god. Are you okay, miss?”

“I think so,” you were on the ground, assessing your body for any damage.

“Can you stand?” Spencer extended his hand to help you up.

You carefully stood, wincing a little when you put pressure on your left ankle.

“Is there anyone I can call? Do you want me to drive you to the ER?” Spencer frantically asked.

Your eyes widened, “No!” you stated a little too loudly, “Um I mean no thank you. I should finish my run anyways. I have a 5k for Alzheimer’s research coming up and I need to run or else I don’t raise any money,” you politely waved and took off again, much slower this time.

Spencer cringed as he watched you limp slightly every time you stepped on your left ankle, knowing it was his fault you were in pain. He sighed and pulled out his phone.

“Hey JJ, have you left yet? I need a ride, I’ll explain in the car.”

-

“Pretty Boy, how was your drive in?” Derek asked as soon as Spencer stepped off the elevator with JJ.

“I got about 20 feet and then hit someone with my car and had to call JJ so not great,” he admitted.

“Boy Wonder, you did WHAT? Are they okay?” Penelope gasped.

“She insisted she was fine but then she was limping away. I offered her a ride but she didn’t seem too keen on getting in a car with me,” Spencer explained.

“I wonder why,” Emily chuckled.

-

So there Spencer was. In the park in his only pair of short athletic shorts and a hoodie.

He had asked Penelope to sign him up for the 5k as a way to sort of make it up to the woman he hit. Plus, obviously it was for a good cause that was near and dear to his heart because of his mother.

Spencer had to take a lot of water breaks, periodically stopping to walk for a bit.

In the distance, he saw you on a bench and he suddenly felt the energy again to continue running to you. As he approached, he saw you tightening an ankle brace around your left foot and to make matters worse, you had a wrist brace as well.

Spencer considered just leaving you alone but he felt the need to apologize.

“H-Hello,” he awkwardly sputtered.

“Oh, hi,” you replied.

“I am so so sorry. Please let me pay your medical bills and any other expenses that I caused,” Spencer apologized.

“Unless you meant to hit me then it’s fine,” you stood from the bench.

“I definitely didn’t and I wasn’t on my phone or anything like that. I just barely ever drive but the metro was down today,” Spencer explained.

“You don’t have to pay my medical bills. I’m friends with a nurse so she did this for free. However, I would allow you to sponsor me for the 5k,” you answered.

“Absolutely,” Spencer nodded, “And funny story, you inspired me to register as well. I got everyone in my office to sponsor me.”

“That’s so great! The money is certainly going to a good cause.”

Spencer saw you smile for the first time since he met you.

“I’ve never been much of an athlete though. I barely passed my fitness test for work,” Spencer admitted.

“What kind of job has a fitness test?” you asked.

“I work for the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI,” Spencer stated.

“Oh shit, you’re a federal agent? Maybe I will sue you and make bank,” you grinned.

Spencer’s face reddened.

“It was just a joke. You can laugh, then that means the incident is in the past and no hard feelings,” you smiled, “I’m Y/N.”

“Spencer.”

“Well, Spencer, if you ever need a running buddy, I’m more than happy to come along seeing as we both are training for the same thing. But I do have to warn you, this brace is kind of a bitch so I’m a little slower than normal.”

“I can assure you that you will probably still be faster than me with the brace on so maybe it was a good thing for me that I hit you with my car so you won’t be miles ahead,” Spencer grinned.

You laughed wholeheartedly, “See, Spencer! I’m laughing about it so no hard feelings, all is forgiven.”

“I’m just finishing up for the day but I was planning on being here again on Wednesday at the same time if you want to meet at this bench,” you offered.

“Yeah, I can do that,” Spencer nodded.

“See you around, Spencer. Hopefully not in your car though,” you winked and waved.

-

“Oh god, you’ve fallen in love with the chick you almost killed,” Derek groaned.

“Not love...well, yet anyways. She’s so pretty and easy to talk to and isn’t mean to me after everything that has happened and her laugh is like honey,” Spencer smiled softly, recalling the sound in his mind.

“Okay, lover boy,” Penelope giggled, “Did you get her number?”

“No but we’re meeting for a run tomorrow. We actually met at the park when I was training,” Spencer said.

“So she’s seen you in those short shorts and agreed to another meeting? Maybe you do have a chance, kid, cause you really put it all out there,” Derek smirked.

“Speaking of, I actually need to get more of them,” Spencer sipped his coffee.

“Just go all the way and get spandex. Leave nothing to the imagination,” Derek chuckled as Spencer rolled his eyes.

-

“Jesus, I’m going to have to hit your right leg this time if I’m going to have any chance of keeping up with you,” Spencer huffed as he bent over his knees to catch his breath.

“Well good news is that was four miles so you definitely will be able to run a 5k because it’s only 3.1 miles,” you encouraged him.

“Technically, it’s 3.10686 miles but I see your point,” Spencer heaved.

“I know a really good smoothie place nearby. Come on, it’s on me,” you grabbed his hand.

Luckily, Spencer’s face was already red from exercising so you weren’t able to see the blush that formed on his cheeks.

“No, it’s definitely on me. I know you said we’re fine but I am forever going to be indebted to you because of the incident.”

“Spencer, really just forget about it,” you assured him.

“I can’t, I have an eidetic memory,” he grinned.

“Ah, I see. Fine, you buy me one smoothie but then we’re even,” you conceded.

You were walking down the street to the cafe when you heard a whistle come from one of the cars driving by.

“Damn, your ass is looking sexy in those leggings,” a man hollered from his passing truck.

You flipped him off and tried to pull your shirt down as much as possible, crossing your arms tightly around your front.

Spencer unzipped his hoodie and extended it towards you, “Sorry, it’s a little sweaty but if you want to wear it, you can.”

You smiled softly and accepted the sweatshirt, feeling more comfortable now.

“I’ve got his license plate number memorized and I intend to file a police report. Unfortunately, reports like these usually don’t go very far but I’ll keep pushing it through. I’ll also call the company that was printed on the side of the truck and ask to speak to his supervisor,” Spencer spoke softly after a few minutes.

“Thanks, Spencer,” you leaned your head on his shoulder and sighed.

“You don’t have to thank me for that. I’m just doing what’s right. He had no right to make comments about your body,” Spencer said, wrapping a gentle arm around your upper waist.

-

“Welcome to Y/N’s carbo-loading extravaganza!” you opened the door of your apartment to let Spencer in.

“I brought dessert as requested,” Spencer held up a chocolate cake.

“I like how you think, Spencer. Dinner’s all ready,” you smiled.

“Spaghetti, meatballs, and crispy buttery garlic bread,” you pulled the bread out of the oven.

“Looks absolutely delicious,” he complimented.

“Eating carbohydrates before a race boosts the glycogen storage in your muscles allowing you to work out longer,” Spencer informed you.

“Interesting, I never knew the science behind it but I’m never going to complain about eating tons of pasta and bread,” you twirled some pasta on to your fork.

Halfway through the meal, Spencer accidentally got a sauce stain on his pale pink shirt.

“Oh no,” you said as he tried to dab it away.

“That needs to soak right away. I don’t want any casualties at the carbo-loading extravaganza. Give it to me to scrub and I’ll get you another shirt.”

Spencer unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it off. You gulped at the sight of him shirtless, grabbing the shirt and heading to your bathroom sink to scrub it with laundry detergent.

“You can just grab any t-shirt from my room that you think will fit,” you called out to him.

Spencer settled on a light gray shirt with a golden retriever on the front.

“Okay, the stain is out! It’s just soaking now-“ you immediately stopped talking as soon as you saw the shirt Spencer was wearing.

He noticed your eyes were beginning to glisten with tears, “I’m so sorry. I can pick a different shirt,” Spencer was already beginning to pull it over the top of his head.

“No it’s fine, Spencer. That’s just my grandma’s t-shirt. I forgot I even had it.”

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you,” he spoke guiltily.

“You didn’t know, besides it looks good on you anyways,” you smiled, “My grandma is the whole reason I’m running the 5k.”

“My mom has Alzheimer’s too so I understand that it’s extremely hard to watch a loved one go through that,” Spencer pulled you in for a hug.

You cried into his chest as he rubbed soothing circles on your back.

After Spencer hadn’t heard any sniffles in a while, he whispered, “Do you have any tea I can make you?”

You nodded and Spencer guided you to the couch, wrapping you in a blanket before turning the kettle on.

-

Spencer answered the cheerful knocking at his front door early in the morning.

“Race day! Are you ready?” you exclaimed.

“Ready as I’ll ever be, I guess,” Spencer smiled.

“I promise we are sticking together the whole time because it doesn’t matter how long it takes us as long as we finish,” you held up your pinky.

“Together,” Spencer affirmed, locking his pinky with yours.

The starting line in the park was only a short distance away from Spencer’s apartment so you and Spencer decided to walk there as a little warm-up.

You and Spencer were doing quad stretches when you saw his eyes wander to something behind you and then widen. His face immediately reddening.

“What?” you asked, turning around to see a group of people with a sign that read ‘Go Spencer and his girlfriend!’

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t expect them to do that,” Spencer stammered.

The poor boy was so flustered so you decided to take it easy on him.

“I don’t mind,” you shrugged with a slight smile.

“You don’t?” Spencer clarified, “I’m not very good with words or flirting in general but I would like to see you again after the race is over. Maybe I could take you out to dinner?”

“Yes but my only condition is...I’m driving,” you smirked.

“Oh, you’ll pay for that,” Spencer grinned.

An air horn sounded, signaling the start of the race.

“I think you’re going to have to catch me first, Dr. Reid,” you giggled as you sprinted ahead.

-

“It’s in sight, Spencer! We can do this!” you pointed to the finish line in the distance.

“Y/N, you’re going to have to carry me. I can’t,” Spencer heaved.

“If you finish this race, I will…” you cupped your hand to his ear and whispered something.

Spencer immediately perked up and started running again.

“Hey, wait up!” you laughed.

You and Spencer crossed the finish line at the same time. Spencer’s legs immediately gave out which caused you to fall too, collapsing on top of him.

“I know I’m really sweaty and gross right now but can I please kiss you?” Spencer whispered.

Your lips were pressed on his as soon as he finished his sentence. You honestly didn’t know how long you had been kissing for but you didn’t look up until you heard one of the race officials shout, “Hey lovebirds! That’s very sweet but other people are trying to cross the finish line.”

“Sorry!” you and Spencer apologized, scrambling to your feet.

“Not really,” Spencer whispered to you and you jabbed him in the side with your elbow playfully, stifling a laugh.

what slightly inspired this fic is one time @samuel-de-champagne-problems commented on one of my posts “i could never stay mad at spencer” and then i thought to myself “same. i couldn’t stay mad at him even if he hit me with his car” and now here we are... 🚙

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hollyyy okay i do have a prompt for you bc i don’t think i sent one before?? it’s kinda vague and i’m willing to consult if you want more details but i’m thinking maybe something where carlos is getting treated in the er for something (minor; something like a sprain or cut idk dealers choice) and then tk is dropping a patient off in the er and spots him and he’s just like oh hello??? and carlos is trying to be all casual about it like “hey tk, how are you?” and tk is just not having it

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thank you jamie! combined with your bthb prompt though it's far more fluffy than angsty anyway 😊

@badthingshappenbingo prompt: fingore

ao3 | 1k | fluff, hurt/comfort, hurt carlos, worried tk, minor injuries

“Okay, Officer Reyes, you’ll need to keep that strapped for a month, and we’ll be in contact shortly to arrange a follow-up appointment to check your progress.”

Carlos nods absently, flexing his hand in an imitation of one of the exercises the doctor had shown him. It sends a sharp pulse of pain through his hand, starting at his two broken fingers and ending somewhere in his wrist. The nurse discharging him smiles sympathetically as she hands over his paperwork.

“You might want to wait a couple days before starting on those,” she whispers, almost conspiratorially. “Trust me—I have experience in these matters.”

She winks, and Carlos snorts, shaking his head. “Yeah, me too. Kinda. A few months back my fiancé—he was my boyfriend then—broke half his hand, and then rebroke it after it had healed because he’s an idiot who can’t take a day to rest.”

The nurse giggles, and Carlos has no idea why he’s telling her all of this. He chooses to blame it on the painkillers they gave him, though admittedly said painkillers were very mild and wouldn’t send him loopy enough to lose control of his tongue.

He just likes talking about TK, is all.

“Well, I’m sure you won’t make the same mistake, then,” the nurse says, patting him on the leg. “You’re good to go.”

Carlos thanks her and slides off the bed, grabbing his APD jacket from the chair it had been slung over. He pulls his phone out and checks his messages, smiling when he sees one from TK.

TK, 14.38: I get off in a few hours, see you tonight babe. Love you, stay safe x

Briefly, Carlos considers calling him and telling him about the accident. But… He only broke two of his fingers and, unlike TK, Carlos did not injure his dominant hand. It barely even classifies as a minor injury in his book, so there’s really no reason to bother his fiancé while he’s still on shift himself. He settles on a simple, Love you too xx, then pockets his phone, looking up and around to figure out where the exit is.

Only, an all-too familiar laugh distracts him from his task, drawing his attention to the nurses station.

Where TK is standing, smiling as a nurse swats at him for stealing one of their lollipops.

Carlos is, beyond doubt, fucked.

He’s considering ducking behind a pillar and waiting them out, but Nancy chooses that moment to appear next to TK, her eyes almost instantly landing on Carlos. He tries to frantically shake his head at her, but he’s too late; she’s already smacking TK’s arm and pointing right in Carlos’s direction.

TK’s head snaps up and his eyes instantly narrow upon catching sight of Carlos. He straightens, folding his arms, and raises a pointed eyebrow. “Carlos Reyes, you had better be here to question someone.”

Carlos then makes the fatal mistake—he plasters a smile on his face and raises a hand in a wave, realising too late that it’s his left.

AKA, the hand that is very obviously bandaged to hell.

TK doesn’t waste a second in striding over, shifting back into paramedic mode despite the blatant worry all over his face. Carlos sighs and bears it as TK gently takes his wrist, raising it to inspect the bandages.

“What’s the damage?” he murmurs, still looking at Carlos’s hand.

“Two broken fingers, and I have to keep them strapped up for a month before they want to review. It’s nothing, Ty.”

“Nothing?” TK demands, taking a step back and staring Carlos down. “When I broke my hand last year it was ‘you need to be more careful, babe’, and ‘how do you keep getting yourself in these messes, babe’, and ‘I didn’t realise I distracted you to the point of injury, babe, maybe I should stay in the guest room for a while to make sure it doesn’t happen again’.”

TK pauses for breath, glaring as Carlos tries and fails to bite back laughter. He’d feel bad for all the teasing his boyfriend had endured back then, but, well, it had been funny.

“But now you’ve hurt yourself, suddenly it’s nothing?” TK huffs, a pout forming on his lips. “I’m not going to stand for this, I hope you know that.”

“Okay, first,” Carlos laughs, “even you have to admit that what you did was kind of funny. Second, it’s literally just two fingers and they’re going to heal up fine. That’s why I didn’t tell you. I’m barely hurt, and I didn’t want you to spend the rest of your shift worrying about me when you have an important job to do.”

TK softens and he glances down at his shoes, a small smile playing at his lips. “How did you know I was going to ask that?”

“Because I know you. And because it’s what I would be asking if I were in your shoes.”

A few seconds of silence pass between them—seconds of understanding and love—but the moment is broken by Nancy yelling TK’s name across the foyer.

“That’s my cue,” TK says, though he makes no move to step away from Carlos. He gives him a searching look, eyes lingering on his bandaged hand. “You sure you’re gonna be okay? I could—”

“Ty.” Carlos shakes his head, smiling gently. “Go. A couple broken fingers is not a good enough excuse to get you off your shift; I’ll get an Uber home and I promise not to do anything that would make it worse. I’m okay. I promise.”

TK sighs, still looking reluctant, but he seems to accept Carlos’s assurance. He takes his injured hand once more and presses a feather-light kiss to the back of it, cupping Carlos’s face gently. “For the record,” he says, “I always worry about you.”

Carlos leans into the touch, nuzzling into TK’s palm. “The feeling is mutual.”

Nancy calls for TK again, and they’re forced to break apart.

“I’m coming!” TK shouts back, and Carlos spots Nancy rolling her eyes behind TK’s back.

“You really had better go, babe,” he says, laughing. “I think Nancy might kill you if you don’t get back there right now.”

TK grumbles, but he does go this time, sparing one last smile back at Carlos. Carlos nods at him, trying to reaffirm the promise that he’s really, truly okay and, by the look on TK’s face, he understands.

But then, they always understand each other.

Eventually.

[hoe-doroki]

Good Afternoon Ana. I am here for a compliment. As there are many amazing Baku writers on this lovely site, I have been blessed to be told that I too am an amazing Baku writer and that I write him so well that it makes people see him in a new light. SO my compliment is I'M A BOMB ASS BAKU WRITER THAT CAN MAKE PEOPLE WANNA DO THAT NASTY WITH HIM EVEN WHEN THEY NEVER WANTED TO! *dabs*

Good afternoon, my love! I adore how good you’re getting at doing this! And lord, this statement isn’t always true, so don’t take it out of context, but in this case and this case only:

THE PEOPLE OF TUMBLR DON’T LIE!

You are a great Baku writer and what’s more is that you play with him. Not just your bratty reader-chans toying with him, but you yourself! You manipulate him into different scenarios and then think about how being in that kind of AU would change him. That’s fanfiction heavy lifting my friend! That’s the deadlift of fanfic writing.

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Noticing ~ Part 7

Part 7 ~  Planning, trickery and an unexpected mission (July)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: Swearing, frustrating Steve, kind of angsty sometimes.

Wordcount: About 3800 words

Summary:  Y/N is in love with Steve, but she is afraid to tell him. So she tries to show him by using Cheesy Pickup lines. Will he ever notice her?

A/N: This is written for @buckysmischief  Gab’ s 1k writing challenge.

This takes place after Endgame, But Steve did not leave the future. Nat and Tony are still alive.

Almost all pickup-lines are lines I have found on the internet. Some I have adjusted a bit to fit the storyline more.

It was the beginning of July and you had been sneaking around with the team, keeping the plans for Steve’s 106 birthday as secret as possible. You had come with the suggestion a couple of months ago that maybe the team could go away for 4th of July and therefore Steve’s birthday. Somewhere away from all the people and celebrate Steve more privately. The team had agreed that Steve deserved to have a day to relax. Tony offered up one of his more secluded mansions for a mini-vacation slash birthday bash. You had gotten Pepper involved so that she could keep Tony’s extravaganza tendencies in check. If someone could do that, it would be Pepper. Steve had no idea, or at least you hoped that was the case. Peter Parker was not informed about the plans, because he was not good at keeping secrets. How he kept his superhero identity a secret was a wonder to you. Bucky was keeping Steve occupied while you, Wanda, Sam and Morgan were planning for the party. Morgan insisted on there being fireworks, red, blue and white, and you had a hard time telling her no.  “Then when the fireworks show is you and uncle Steve can kiss, auntie Y/N,” Morgan smiled at you. That comment made you stop writing the list of supplies you needed to buy. “What?” you could feel your face turning red and you saw Wanda and Sam trying to suppress their laughs. “You know, kiss,” Morgan smushed up her face.  “Morgan, where have you gotten an idea like that?” you tried to take a couple of deep breaths. “Dad said that Uncle Steve and you are to blind to see how much in love the two of you with each other. He said that he wonders if he will need to look the two of you in the elevator together and only let you out when the two of you..” Morgan looks up at you with big eyes. “Then he said a bad word.” Sam and Wanda start laughing. They could apparently not hold it in anymore.  “Morgan did your father say this to you?” you narrow your eyes. “No, I overheard him talking to Uncle Rhodey,” Morgan admits and you look at Sam and Wanda who is still laughing. “You really should tell your mother what you heard your father say,” you smile at Morgan. Pepper would not like it that Tony was learning Morgan bad words.  “What should I tell her Daddy said?” Morgan tilted her head. “The bad word,” You smile at her. “So not that you and uncle Steve love each other?” Morgan smiles at you and you want to groan. “Sweetie, Your mother already knows that,” Sam gets out before he starts laughing again. “And Morgan,” Wanda is smiling brightly, so you know she is up to something. “It’s New Year's Eve that usually kisses during fireworks.” Morgan nods looking serious. You groan, like that would not get ideas into Morgan's head. Hopefully, she would have forgotten all about this before New Year's Eve. The subject is dropped and you continue planning Steve’s birthday party. Hopefully, Morgan would keep her father's opinions to herself in the future, at least when it was about Steve and you. 

Sam, Wanda and you were getting back from buying party supplies for Steve’s party. When you step into the compound you see Steve in the hallway. You curse Bucky under your breath. His job was to keep Steve occupied and away from the compound.  “We need to distract, Steve, quick,” Sam whispers and nods out in the hallway that Steve was in. If he saw you no the surprise would be destroyed.  “Y/N, you need to go distract him,” Wanda pushed you. “Me?!” you look at them.  “Yes, I can't keep a straight face right now,” Wanda said and she pushed you out into the hallway.  “Hey, Sweetheart,” Steve says when he sees you. “Where is everyone?” “Hmm... I don’t know,” you bit your lower lip. You saw that Steve was carrying one of his sketchbooks. “Have you sketched something new?” Steve nods and you smile. “Can I please see?” you ask and Steve opens the sketchbook. You take the book and Steve stands beside you. This gives Sam and Wanda an opportunity to start carrying the bags to Wanda's room. The first sketch is of Pepper and Morgan walking hand in hand outside. It was as if they would walk out of the paper. The next one is of Bruce and Tony talking close together and laughing. It looked so alive. Then there was a picture of Sam and Bucky bickering. It made you laugh. When you went to turn the page again, Steve tried to take the sketchbook away from you, but you managed to keep it and you turned the page. The next picture is of you laughing and looking beautiful, more beautiful than you had ever seen me. Steve was fidgeting.  “Steve these are amazing,” you smile up at him.  “You think so?” he asks and you nod. You flip through the sketchbook. There are more sketches of the team and you count to four more of you. It made your body feel warm and kind of like you were floating. He looked at you. He sketched you.  “You are so amazing that your birthday should be a national holiday. Oh wait it is!” you wink at Steve and he laughs loud with his head thrown back. You see Sam and Wanda give you thumbs up behind Steve’s back and you know they had gotten all the supplies to Wanda's room. Steve was still laughing and it was the best sound in the world. Even if he did not seem to understand that you were flirting, seeing him laugh was the best part of your day. You told him that you had something to do when he had stopped laughing. You hand the sketchbook back to Steve and go to find Sam and Wanda. There was more planning to do, and even though Steve had seemed kind of disappointed that you could not spend time with him, you knew that it was for his sake. Trying to give him a fantastic birthday.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

It was the day before Steve’s birthday and it was time for the plan to get Steve to the mansion. The plan was to trick Steve there by thinking that you were going on a mission, but not the entire team. Tony, Bruce and Wanda would stay behind, but what they really were doing were taking Pepper, Morgan and all the supplies and everyone's bags of clothes to the mansion. Bucky had managed to pack a bag with Steve's clothes without Steve noticing. You had even gotten Fury and Maria into the ruse and they had called Steve with an important mission. Steve hopped into his Captain America mode directly and followed Fury’s orders and gathered the team for the briefing. Everyone managed to keep a straight face doing the bogus briefing and then you left to go to the Quinjet. Nat and Clint piloted the plane and it was your job to occupy Steve with the help of Sam and Bucky so that Steve would fail to notice that the plane was not going in the right direction, and doing some flying around, to give the rest of the team time to get to the mansion before you. It was easier to distract Steve than you thought. Bucky and Sam started to bicker about who would be Steve's partner on the mission, you had seen their smirks before they started to bicker, so you knew this was something they had planned. Which you were grateful for because you had no idea how to occupy him. All your energy had gone to plan the party. After one hour of bickering, Steve groaned and got up and stalked over to Sam and Bucky. “Enough,” he crossed his arms over his chest. “Neither of you are going to be my partner on this mission. Y/N is.” He looked over to you, which Sam and Bucky did as well. They smirked at you and you looked away. You saw Clint do a little gesture that meant that you would be landing in about 20 minutes. All you needed was to keep Steve distracted for a bit more. You got an idea and pulled out your phone and your earphones. When you pulled your bubs into your ears and not even 2 minutes later Steve sat down next to you. You smiled at him and pulled one of the buds out.  “You really need to hear this song, Steve,” you handed him one of the buds and he put it in. Sam was giving you thumbs up behind Steve’s back. The song you were listening to was ‘What A Man Gotta Do’ with Jonas Brothers. You were dancing in your seat and miming along. Steve was listening to the song and looking at you. He was laughing and started to move along with the beat. When that song ended ‘Simple’ with Florida Georgia Line started to play and you whistled with the intro and then you started to mime with the song again. Bucky and Sam were looking on as you basically were making a fool out of yourself in front of Steve, but you did not care. This was how you were when you listened to your happy playlist and you had always been able to be yourself around Steve. When they sang “It's like one, two, three” you counted with your fingers. Steve kept his eyes looking at you and smiling. You winked at him when they sang “You make me smile”. He laughed and smiled brightly at you. It was nice to see Steve this relaxed and that it was because of you. Then one of the new Taylor Swift songs came on “Me” that she sings with Brendon Urie and you laughed before you started to mime along. When Taylor sang ‘And you're the kind of guy the ladies want’ you pointed at Steve and he blushed. And then you pointed between the team during the song on what part that was accurate for that person. Nat’s back during ‘there are a lot of cool chicks out there’. Clint’s back you pointed at when Taylor sang ‘I never leave well enough alone’. And Steve gave you a big smile. Bucky you pointed at when the lyrics were ‘trouble's gonna follow where I go’. Steve nodded at your pointing, apparently, that one was on point. Sam, you pointed at during ‘And there's a lot of lame guys out there’.  Steve threw his head back laughing. Other than that you pointed a lot on you and on Steve. He was having a good time to, pointing back at you during the song. When the song ended you saw that it was time to land. You did not want to end the fun you were having, but it was time for Steve’s surprise. You nodded at Bucky and Sam when they came over to you. Clint started to land and Steve looked around. “What is happening?” He asked and stood up. Bucky pushed him down in his seat next to you, carefully but firm. “We are not supposed to land for at least 5 hours,” Steve looked at you and you smiled. Bucky was keeping Steve in place. “Wait,” you told Steve. “You will soon see.” Steve handed your earbud back and it was as the fun you were having was blown away. He was almost rigid in the seat next to you. When the Quinjet had landed you took Steve’s hand and together you stood up. He shocked your hand out of his and was like a slap. Maybe this had not been a good idea? Bucky and Sam took over and went with Steve to the back of the jet. They opened the door.  “This is not a Hydra base,” was all Steve said before the rest of the team Pepper, Morgan and Happy jumped out in front of him. “Surprise!” everyone yelled and Steve’s mouth opened wide.  “We are here to celebrate your birthday,” Sam explains when Steve still is quiet after a minute. He looks around at everyone.  “You did this for me?” Steve looks at Bucky and just as Bucky is going to explain it was your idea. You shake your head towards him.  “The whole team did,” Sam looks at you kind of mad. You did not want to take the credit for all the work to get the party together.  “This is great,” Steve said looking around. “Fury and Hill were in on it, right?” He looks over at Tony who nods.  “Yes, they were,” Tony looks at you, but you turn around to get your bag. “They thought that you deserved a mini-vacation as much as we do.” Sam claps his hands. “Let’s go pack up and then the celebration can start,” he almost squealed. Everyone went into Tony’s mansion that was bigger than you thought. It was by a lake, and Tony tells everyone about his boats and all the fun you could do while you are here. When Tony says something about water-skiing both Sam and Clint starts jumping up and down. But then Tony tells everyone that only Pepper, him or you could drive the boat. Tony knew all about your past, so it did not surprise you that he knew about all the summers you spent on a lake with your family before everything went to hell. Sam turns to you with a big smile. “Y/N, please drive us so we can water-ski,” he is giving you serious puppy-eyes and when you look away you see that Clint is doing the same. You toss your hands up in the air.  “Fine, just let me change my clothes,” You follow Pepper’s directions to the room that would be yours during the stay. Apparently, the house was so big that nobody needed to share a room, well the couples were sharing, but the people that were single did not have to share with anyone. You opened your bag and pulled out your red bikini and your black lace beach dress. After getting dressed you went down the stairs and found Sam and Clint dressed in their swimming trunks already waiting for you. Tony handed you the keys and winks at you. Together you walk down to the dock and onto the boat. Steve and Bucky come running down towards the boat. They also were dressed in swimming trunks. “Are there room for us as well?” Bucky asked when they were by the boar. Sam nodded and invited them on board.  “Hold on,” You pulled on your sunglasses and speeded away from land. Steve came up to you and stood beside you. It gives you a good view of his toned stomach and biceps. There is an argument on who should go first on the skiis until you tell them that you decide so Clint gets to go first. He smiles at you and puts the skis on. When you are speeding on the lake with Clint on the skis behind you you see Steve's big smile on his lips. “You float my boat,” You pull your sunglasses down and wink at him before you pull them up again. Steve throws his head back laughing. Bucky smirks at you and you understood that he had heard what you said. 

A couple of hours later when all the men had tried the water skis a couple of times you told them that you needed food. They all agreed and back to the dock you went. The rest of the day was spent lounging by the pool with the rest of the team and eating fantastic food. 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The next day you wake up early to go down and start baking Steve’s birthday cake. You chose the caterer's kitchen in the back of the house and not the main kitchen. So that Steve would not see the cake before it was finished. Morgan walks in ten minutes after you have started.  “Dad said that you probably were awake so that I should bug you instead,” Morgan gives you a hug.  “That sounds about right,” you smile at her.  “What are you doing?” Morgan is watching you put everything you need to bake a cake for Steve on the counter. “A birthday cake for Steve.” “Can I help?” Morgan looks at you with big eyes.  “Sure,” You say and together you start baking the cake. You had music on and was dancing and having fun with Morgan while baking. 

When you leave the cake to cool you walk into the kitchen to find Wanda and Pepper doing breakfast for everyone. Steve had not come down yet, but apparently, they had sent up Bucky to wake him.  “Happy Birthday, Punk!” you heard Bucky yell loud and you knew that Steve was up. It made everyone in the kitchen laugh, even if you did not want that kind of wake up call any morning. 

A couple of hours later you had finished the cake. Morgan had been running in and out the entire morning. She thought it was no longer fun when you were not mixing things but assembling the cake. You had gone with a simple cake, that looked like a sketchbook. It was open to a sketch. From the begining your idea had been to have a sketch of Steve, but you were nowhere near as talented as Steve. So when the sketching had failed and it looked awful, Morgan had come up with the idea to do a sketch of Steve’s shield. Even you could not mess that one up. You took a step back and saw the finished product. Pepper and Wanda came in and they loved the cake. 

Later that evening Tony had grilled some food, Wanda and You had done some potato salad and salad and together you all sat down as a family out on the deck enjoying the view and breeze from the lake. You toasted Steve and had a wonderful time. Thor had shown up about an hour earlier with Asgardian Mead for the Super Soldiers and Steve looked happy and relaxed sitting in at the end of the table. The conversations were flowing and you all had an amazing time. Steve liked all the presents he had gotten after the dinner, and you saw him look a bit longer on the coloured sketching pens that you had gotten him along with a new thick sketchbook. You hoped he would like sketching with them.  After the presents had been opened it had become dark outside and Tony told everyone to stand by the railing of the porch. You should have known that Tony would have something up his sleeve. You had left him in charge of the fireworks because it was the 4th of July after all. You had one condition though. That was that the firework should be silent, for all the animals and people who have a problem with the loud noises. It seemed like Tony had come true, the fireworks were fantastic raging with the colours of red, blue and white. It could rival with Disney World’s fireworks and everyone stood looking up in awe at, but sometimes you sneaked a peek to see that Steve was enjoying it. Steve was standing next to you and he put his arm around your shoulder and he looked down on you during one point and smiled at you. Then you came up with what to say.“Baby, you are a firework,” you said loud enough so that everyone heard you. Steve kissed your forehead and laughed at your pick-up line before he looked up on the fireworks again.

A couple of moments later Tony gave you a bit of a gesture that it was time for the cake, you walked away from Steve and into the kitchen and lit the candles on the cake and came out. Everyone turned around as you stepped out on the porch and they started to sing happy birthday to Steve. The man of the hour was laughing and smiling and having a great time. He seemed to enjoy the cake and everyone was commenting on how much they loved the design. When you finally got to bed that night, or early the next morning you knew that it had been a perfect day. Everybody seemed to have enjoyed themself and Steve looked relaxed the whole day. You fell asleep with a big smile on your lips. 

The next morning you woke up early and was planning to make the team breakfast, but in the kitchen was Fury and Maria sitting at the counter. “Please tell me you are not here to send us on a mission,” You said as you hugged them. You went away back with the both of them, and Fury had always been like a kind of father figure for you. Especially after your family, all had died. Fury had been the one to keep you grounded, well Fury and Coulson. They were old family friends since your father and mother had been Shield agents. It was only natural that your big brother had joined Shield as well, and you had planned on doing the same, but then they had all died and you were left alone. During a training session with Melinda May, you had tapped into your powers, that nobody knew you had. It had been quite a revelation and when you had trained for a couple of years, Fury had insisted that you joined the Avengers.   “Not the whole team,” Maria hands you a folder and you open it. They were sending you on a mission. To Russia for an entire month, at least.  “When do I leave?” you looked at Fury.  “As soon as you can,” Fury said and you nodded. You hated to leave the vacation, but you were happy you were the only one that needed to leave. The others deserved the vacation and you knew that if Fury came to you himself then this was an important mission. You could not turn it down.  “Just let me get packed,” you said and left the kitchen. You were packed in under ten minutes and then you went down to the kitchen. Steve was having a heated discussion with Fury when you came down.  “She is not going,” you heard Steve say. You dropped your bag on the floor with a trump. All eyes in the room were on you. “Yes, I am,” you said to Steve. “I can make my own decisions and this is a mission where my skills are needed.”  “They can send someone else,” Steve crossed his arms. “You are on vacation.” You walked over to him and kissed his cheek.  “Tell the team I will be in contact if I can,” you hugged him. “And enjoy your vacation.” With those words, you left the mansion and after a few minutes, Fury and Maria joined you.  “Let’s go,” you boarded their jet and you flew away. You saw Steve walk out of the mansion looking after you. 

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