#i feel so bad for everyone (but jimmy i hope he explodes)

[extraterrestrial-artist]

i wish i could contribute to the Mouthwashing (the game) tag on this site but i'm genuinely losing my mind over reading/watching-gameplays about it

[jina-juhi]

Birthday.

~Kim Namjoon x female reader.

Playlist for this vibe~

• Birthday by Ten.

• make me feel by Elvis drew.

• bad drugs by King Kavalier.

• codeine by solv

• dangerous hands by Austin Giorgio.

• your body by Jimmy brown, Rovv.

Authors note :- Hey guys this is jina, introducing @covertlydark, she's my friend and from now on we both will post our content on this page. hope y'all enjoy

• Reader's pov •

"Okay, This one?" my husband asks the same thing maybe for the sixth time for the night, his voice flat and heavy.

"Noo, we'll watch this some other day. I'm not feeling it right now." My voice lowered on its own at the end of my response when I heard his exhausted sigh. But he still manages to be patient with me.

"This one? This better be the one."

"Nope. Already watched this one."

"Without me?" He raises his eyebrows at me.

"Namjoon, we watched it together." I deadpan.

He scratches his head. "Oh yeah, right. I have an idea, you stay here to get ready, and decide which one you wanna watch while I prepare the table for us, the food is here and the cake is already waiting in the fridge."

"Okay." I smile at him and at the way his brain makes quick decisions and plans, a major contrast to my indecisiveness. He mirrors a smile and his lips brush against my cheeks and give me a quick kiss.

I bury my face in between his neck and shoulder, inhaling his fresh scent of soap and shade of spice and musk. My favorite combination. His mouth touches my bare shoulder and I can feel the curve in his lips against it.

"Go wash up, birthday girl." his husky voice and hot breath fell on my skin leaving a thrill in my spine.

"Be quick or I'll eat the cake myself!" he got up and sang on his way out of the bedroom. I shake my head at his goofiness and stretch my arms on the empty bed, squealing in content.

I hop into the shower and try my best with a little time in my hands. The insta-routine with all that exfoliating and shaving always takes a toll on a girl.

I hear the ringing on my phone after I'm dressed, Seojun's name on my screen, a friend who is also my senior colleague. A frown grew between my eyebrows because one thing that Seojun surely does not do is call after working hours.

I answer while I mindlessly flatten my black flowy dress and fiddle with my necklace, Namjoon gave me last night. It is the prettiest piece of jewelry I ever owned. He slipped it around my neck while I slept in his arms last night and I woke up with a shiny turquoise stone sitting on my chest.

"Happy birthday!" a scream drills my ears from the other side of the line and then an apology, not for me but for a really angry lady. I laugh at her carelessness. "Thank you for the wish, not for the hearing aid bill."

"Oh come on. Why didn't you tell me it's your birthday? I thought you were on leave because you were going somewhere. Jin told me with a cocky-ass grin on his face. I wanted to know it from you not him..." I tune out her blabbering.

I exhale a breath annoyed at the fact that I specifically warned him not to tell anyone. But it's too late now I think he went around the office with a banner of that information because I could hear my notification box exploding.

I don't like it when too many people know about my birthday. It gets overwhelming with all the wishes and responding to everyone with an equal amount of emotion so that the person wishing me does not think I am not grateful or something. I am. I really am, the thing is I don't know how to react to them.

My excitement for my birthday is as same as my excitement for hugging a porcupine. It is just a normal day for me, not for my husband. He is filling the gaps in my lacking enthusiasm because he has got tons of it.

"...and then you know what he told me? He told me that I am not that important to you!? the man really got some nerves to say that on my face. I swear-"

"Okay okay! Calm down. You can discuss him some other time." I huff.

She scoffs and then grumbles, "no one wants to discuss him. Well anyways, I'll be out of your hair. You must be getting ready to go out, right?" exciting curiosity enters her voice. "I mean of course you are. You are THE party girl after all. Wear something sexy, that husband of yours will fall for you all over again..."

Wow, sometimes I forget about how much she talks.

"Seojun, we're not going out. We are just celebrating at home. I wanted to keep it small and simple." I cut in between her chattering.

"Oh." she was speechless after the 'oh'. I know she tried her best to make it sound less pitiful but well she failed. Yes, I've always been the party girl but I guess people change.

I didn't want to go through all that hassle of going out and posting pictures just because I am supposed to do so. I'll do all that when it feels right and when I'm in the mood to go to some fancy restaurant.

"Okay. Well, enjoy your evening. Happy Birthday again." The call ends after I thank her and assure her to call later.

Maybe I'm feeling this because I'm not in my twenties anymore. Am I getting boring? The past-me would be so disappointed, in her eyes, the present-me is lame and boring. If anyone hears this in the office maybe they'll think the same.

You are not fun anymore.

My subconscious screams. I should not have forced Namjoon to stay in today I should have listened to him. What if he thinks-

"Y/N!" I hear his voice anchoring me to earth. "I called your name three times. You okay?" he looks at me with concern but I mask my face with a smile.

"Yes. Just thinking...which one of these should I wear?" I hold up two pairs of earrings while he closed the distance between us in just two long strides.

He changed into a black shirt- with sleeves folded, shriveled up to his elbows- and black pants, looking handsome as ever even in something so simple like this. His hair was perfectly set, not blocking the view of his gorgeous face. He always leaves me mesmerized.

He wraps strong arms around my waist and tugs me closer to him, and uncountable butterflies escape dancing in my stomach. Even after five years of our marriage, he pulls out that effect on me that I know would be the same forever. Every touch, every kiss is like a first. Better than the first.

"The gold ones." his full lips touch my forehead reaping my tiny smile. "Now tell me what is really going on inside this head." he kisses the same spot again.

I sigh against his chest. "How do you always know?" I squint my eyes at him earning his soft laugh.

"Always." he simply shrugs.

He waits patiently for me while I contemplate what to say. "Am I getting boring or... lame?" the question sitting on the tip of my tongue finally made it to my lips.

He frowns and searches for my eyes but I settle them on his chest, and so do my palms. "What makes you think that?" his deep voice pins me with a question. I shrug to lighten the mood, "Nothing it's just the birthday blues hitting me. You know how I was, I used to be the girl who looked forward to going all out and having fun on birthdays. And now... I just don't feel that way."

I finally look him in the eyes and he looks at me with his soft ones with an understanding look. "Now I absolutely feel like I'm getting old." I chuckle lightly.

"Hey... you are not lame or boring. We still go out and have fun when we feel like it. Sometimes I feel the same way, to stay at home and have a good quality evening, just the two of us. That does not mean we are boring people. It simply means we can enjoy ourselves no matter what age we are or the setting is. We are just normal people in our thirties, having fun together in our own way." he finishes with a firm steady voice making me believe every word he said and cherish it, tattooed on my heart.

"Normal people," I whisper out repeating it in my head with a smile. My chest balloons with emotions. He makes me look at things from different perspectives. Good perspectives. He is the anchor of my ship in the vast sea and I will forever be grateful to him.

Now both of us smile. A real one with no masks. He hugs me tightly, healing every tiniest crack in my soul.

"Also," he moves his nose and traces along my neck to my ear. His hot breath rushes on my skin making me twitch with giddiness. "...I don't think boring people do things we do in bed or... kitchen or bathroom. Especially not the ones we did last night and this morning."

My breath gets caught. Eyes wide and lips parted at his low tone. My head replaying what he just reminded me. White silk sheets, whispered promises, his heavy breaths and grunts, his hands tracing the goosebumps of my skin, his tongue on my—

Heat rushes to the south of my body and my face. He breaks the hug to have a good look at my face and fucking laughs at my state.

I suppress my smile and slap on his buff chest. "Now if you are done thinking about obscene things then let's go I have something to show you." he covers my eyes and starts guiding me through the hallway.

"Nomjoon I don't think covering my eyes is necessary."

"Shh. Ofcourse it is. Just walk." We enter and stop in I suppose the living room.

"Okay now, ready?" He finally says.

"Yes!"

He removes his hand and back hugs me while I open my eyes taking in the view of the living room. I gasp at the beautiful set-up he arranged, a canopy decorated with tiny fairy lights and cushions scattered under it and my favorite duvet.

He set the dinner table with plates and my favorite food, a bottle of red wine and glasses sitting next to them. Bunch of scented candles here and there, radiating warmth and light in the darkest of corners just like he fills my life, my soul, with his presence.

"Happy birthday, baby."

The pressure builds behind my eyes and in my throat constricting my words. I blink a few times to drive out the moisture in my eyes.

He settles his chin on my shoulder maybe waiting for me to say something but I'm speechless at his gesture.

"You like it?"

Like? "I love it, Namjoon. All this... It's so beautiful." my voice shakes with emotions.

"Thank you. So much. This is perfect." he turns me towards him, "glad you love it."

I lace my hands on his neck, raise on my tip-toes to make up for our height difference, and lock my lips with his soft ones. He sucks in a breath and yanks me flushed against him to deepen the kiss. His sweet taste invade my tongue.

Namjoon groans, and his hand fist the locks of my hair. His lips glide on mine and our chests glued to each other running out of oxygen. He brushes his lips against mine one last time. Breaking the kiss before it gets heated and we end up in the bed like always.

"I love you," I say in a daze.

"I love you." He says back his eyes gleaming in the candlelight and his face glowing with a golden tint. He is fucking perfect. He completes me. Every crevice in my life. We complete each other.

We sat at the table for our evening candlelight dinner. He opened the wine bottle with the cork opener and poured the content, an action that had no right to be that sexy.

"Enjoying the show?" he raises an eyebrow at me.

I hide my smile behind the glass. "Hmm, maybe." I sip the rich red liquid while soaking in the hard work he put into all this. "How did you do all this on your own? How long was I in there, four hours?"

He rasps out a laugh. "One hour. You were in there for one hour, thank god i completed it way before you walking in on me trying really hard to figure out how the hell am i supposed to hang that thing." He gestures towards the dreamy canopy. I would have loved watching him do that.

"Do you know what the most shocking part is? I didn't break anything today." He jokes. "Wow, that's a new record. I'm impressed, Mr. Kim." Our chatter and laughter mingles with the cozy air around us. We finish off what I call, the best meal I had in a long time. He sang me the birthday song while I cut the cake, his goofy playful side returning to him.

These are the little moments I treasure the most in our relationship. No grand gestures, no phones, no office talk, just us. I'll never be tired of this. Of him.

We settle ourselves under the canopy net after dinner. He brought his laptop to watch some k-drama or a movie. "Decided what you want to watch?" he asks me. "Yeah. Since today is Monday I think the new episode of the one we were watching is out by now. I'm so excited to watch that only three episodes are left."

We cuddle under the duvet. I feel safest and comfortable when he cuddles up and grips his arms around my tummy.

His chest moves subtly against my back. I feel every rumble in his torso when he laughs at something comedic. I barely pay attention to the drama. I miss reading the subtitles when the main character said something important about the story. I rewind the scene, "sorry I missed what he said."

He hums and kisses on top of my head. The scene replays but I get distracted yet again when my husband ran his hand on my stomach to my hip, giving it a squeeze before resting it there.

Well, this was not the first time. It is almost normal now. Almost, because every time he gets my mind fogged up.

I replay the scene again this time without saying anything and he too stays quiet. His hand grazes the texture of my dress, resting right on the curve of my thigh.

My mind is blank. Laser focused on his touch. And for the third time, I watch the same thing.

Great. Fucking great. I can't even read the damn subtitles.

"Can't read the subtitles, honey?" he reads my thought in a subtle mocking tone above my ear and my chest tightens.

"He is... talking too fast it's impossible to read that much within seconds." I justify after clicking pause on the screen. He hums in response in a way of saying, 'yeah right'. Not buying any shit. "What? unlike you, I have to pay attention to both the subtitles and the scenes."

Of course, living with him I have improved my Korean but I am not perfect at it.

He chuckles in his deep voice which always sinks into my heart, as deep as it is. "He barely said ten words." And just like that, I'm caught. Thick silence surrounds us, turning up the anticipation.

His lips skim over my neck. I am quiet but the sounds of our breathing fill the air.

He kisses the soft spot on my neck while his hand moves further to the hem of my dress. It takes him no time to find out that I'm already wet for him because I skipped wearing my underwear.

I exhale sharply when his cold fingers swipe between my folds. He groans in my neck, "Fuck. No underwear?" His voice is strained and breathy sending a shiver down my body. "There is no point in wearing one." I manage between my pants and focus back on his fingers working in the slowest circles.

"You're gonna kill me if you keep saying things like that so innocently."

I turn towards him to meet his mouth with mine. He props himself over me. His tall frame consumes my short one. His warmth radiates in the deepest of my soul, renewing it.

He takes away his fingers and I almost cry at the loss of contact. I whimper between our kisses. Namjoon kissed me the same as he fucks me, rough with a burning passion. Claiming me all over again.

"Take this off." He commands tugging on the cloth and making me sit. I collect my hair to side them and he took the hint to unzip me. He drags the zipper down taking his sweet time, his way of saying- you're not getting what you crave so easily.

In a quick slide, the dress comes off leaving me naked and at his mercy. The fact that I am completely bare before him and he is still in his clothes is so unfair and a fucking turn-on. I can feel myself dripping down. We haven't even started yet.

My eyes flicker down to his pants a huge bulge down his waist. I palm his erection and rub it until his breaths become short and fast. I fumble with the button and the zip to free him.

In a quick movement, he pins my hand above my head making me lay down on my back. The light from the fairy light makes his eyes glimmer. He stares down at me and I can feel the love he holds for me. A love without judgments and conditions.

"Today is all about you."

We exchange a smile. He peppers open mouth kisses on my chest. My heart thumps louder between my lungs. His tongue smooths over my skin offering my breasts his much-needed attention. His tongue flicks, licks, and laps on my hardened nipples making me moan, and giving me intense pleasure in every way possible. His hand made up for the other one twisting it between his fingers.

He reaches to my belly unhurriedly caressing the goosebumps. Sending a buzz of electricity in my body. Every touch, every caress is always filled with possession and lust.

He moves further down stopping just above the part of me begging for his touch. He lifts his head to look at me with a devilish glint.

"Click on the play button." He says.

"What?" I blurt out loudly, it sounds funny. I would have laughed at myself but I decide not to. His smile gets wider.

"Just do what I say, Y/N."

My heart will do anything he says if he takes my name in such a way. I click play and the scenes continue. I look back at him and raise my eyebrows at him to say something that's going on in his wicked mind. But instead of any explanation, he dips his head between my legs and I watch his tongue poke out to flick on my clit sending a jolt of electricity in me. He cursed under his breath when he watched how i reacted.

"You take your eyes off the screen, I take my tongue off of your sweet little pussy." He pins me with a playful look.

"But that isn't fair." My voice wavers.

"It... is" between his words, he licks a thick strip with his tongue from my wet entrance to the sensitive apex with a torturous slow speed and my mind staggers in response.

With hooded eyes I watch his beautiful lips curve up in a smirk as if he can see through my poor soul, what effect that action had in my mind, clear as a sky and the sun of reasoning clouded in an instant.

Well, he will always know what effect he has on me. Also, the sight of his face- with that wicked gleam in his eyes- between my legs, I can't expect anything else.

And I lay in a frenzy no longer able to decide what's fair and what isn't, all I wanted was his tongue on me for a lot longer than it just was.

He tips his head towards the laptop silently commanding me to focus my eyes on it, knowing me very well that I won't argue anymore.

I do what he said. Now, all I can feel is his tongue lapping on the sensitive skin making my whole body shudder and moan under his spell. He pushes one finger inside me. Perfect pressure against my walls. The sensation runs through me like an electric current. Heighten every nerve ending on its way.

The power of a slowly building orgasm force my head to watch what he's doing to me and when I turn, his sharp eyes are already watching me like a hawk.

He stops.

He fucking stopped. All that I was just feeling ruined like a sand castle in a wind. A useless heap of sand was all that was left.

"Need another chance, baby?" he speaks up cheekily. I am mad. Annoyed. It probably shows on my face because he rasps out a laugh looking at me. I will keep this in mind when he is at my mercy.

"Yes."

Yes is all I can say. He resumes working on my pussy after I avert my eyes to the screen barely paying attention to the story. The tip of his tongue flicks on my swollen nub and my hands clutch on the cushion for my dear life. Head trying to stay put.

Soon he adds a second finger and then a third while sucking on my clit. Speeding up and edging me towards oblivion. My breathing is harsh, familiar feeling lingering at the base of my spine.

Long gone the soft moans, and screams of pleasure left my throat. My eyes flutter close on their own.

"Eyes on me now." His voice laced with pure lust and... Oh God, the contact of his heated gaze tips me off the edge. And I come. Hard. While chanting his name and whispering how good he makes me feel. Free falling into bliss.

"That's it. Good girl." He wisphers lowly with a strained voice. My body mourns the loss of his fingers. He looks at me and licks his fingers clean, tasting me. God, this man will be the death of me.

I pant, my chest falls and rises dramatically to catch my breath. It feels like I was drowning and I just made it to the surface.

He closes the laptop with a flip. I'm still in a trance when I hear the clank of his belt. I watch him settling between my legs, opening his button and zipper to free himself from the constraint. Pushing his pants slightly down. My fingers clutched his soft hair. My heart skips a couple of beats waiting and eager for him, banging on my ribs trying to leap out.

He placed the tip of his hard cock ready to be inside me but still not giving in, making me whimper. He kisses me, burning with desire, silent permission for carrying on what we started. He pauses to look me in the eye.

"How do you want me, hm? Gentle... or do you want me to fuck you hard?"

My breath got stuck somewhere in my lungs. Without breaking the trance of his gaze, I snake my hand down to hold his cock, pushing just the tip inside me. "Fuck me. Harder." I say, earning his amused-proud smile.

He sits upright and lifts my right leg to anchor it on his broad shoulder. He pushes inside me completely, inch by inch with a steady pace. It warms my heart that even if i gave him permission to be rough with me he knows It always takes me time to adjust to his sheer size. Both of us moan because of how fucking good it makes us feel. Bodies shuttering as he finally moves once i am ready.

This time he thrusts so hard it knocks the air out of my lungs. His hand trails up my stomach to my breasts, pinching my hard sensitive nipple making me cry out his name.

"Tell me, still think the things we do are boring?" He wraps his hand around my neck with a firm delicious pressure while the other one plays with my breast.

I shake my head unable to voice out coherent words. All I can do is float in the magic he creates. I reach out for him but he is a bit far. He slows down and frees my legs and guides my arms around his neck to be closer to me. He kisses me as if it has been days without it, picking up the pace where he left off.

He is still clothed. The picture of his clothed body over my naked one doing the most intimate things is erotic to me.

Though I want to touch him. Feel him. Closer than we already are. My hands fly toward the buttons of his shirt. Undoing each one of them until my hands find their home.

His muscles ripple and his body shudders when I drag my touch slowly to the south. Feeling every curve of his criminally toned body, finally reaching his ass to feel the intensity of his thrusts. He groans out a curse.

"See what you fucking do to me? You make me so impatient, can't even wait to undress before I fuck my wife's tight pussy."

He slams inside me with immense force. I sob hearing him say these things with such ease. No holding back. His dark side resurface with teasing words laced with sin itself, pouring out of his smart intellectual mouth. It always leaves me in awe.

"Namjoon..." I can't recognize my voice as I moan his name breathlessly.

"I'm so– so close, please." Tears leave my eyes as the plea leaves my lips. His thrusts become more rough and harder. His fingers reach my clit. Firm strokes and overstimulation finally cracks through me. i surrender to the climax for the second time this evening. I lost my count for the day as our morning started early today.

"I've got you. I've always got you, baby."

My walls squeeze him tight. He grunts with every jerk. With a louder moan he finishes and empties himself inside me. I love watching him loose control, how his beautiful face twists while he gives in to the pleasure. The way his heavy breaths fall on my skin. It makes my heart swell to watch him like that. A sheen of sweat makes him sparkle. Both our bodies limp as the energy drains out along with our shattering orgasms.

He pulls out and lays beside me. He grabs a tissue and gently cleans up the hot mess we made. He always insists on doing that even after my half hearted protests.

Securing his strong arms around me he brings me closer to his heaving chest. "Tired?" He asks in a whisper while kissing lightly on my shoulder.

I weekly nod to answer. "Really? I was thinking of another round," he says and we laugh wrapped into each other, both knowing that none of us barely have the energy left to move.

"Enough orgasms for today, Mr. Kim." I mumble. I turn towards him to hug him properly. The back rubs, his breathing and the beats of his heart makes my body relax without any effort.

"So how was your birthday?" his chest vibrates with his question.

I place a kiss on his heart and with a satisfied smile I answer, "The best I ever had."

• Author's note

~ Written by @covertlydark

Hope you like it. Do tell me in the comments if this gave you butterflies lol... or you know somthin' close to it. <3

[geo-winchester]

FAVORITE PATIENT

Summary: You work as a doctor for the prison, and today it was the visit of one of your favorite patient.

A/N: hi everyone! I know I should be working in the request I have but I start to watch black bird and i barely start it when a few fics start to pop on my brain so this won’t be the only one, I know many saw THAT scene on the first episode, I had to admit it took me by surprise but the whole story is really great, I hope you like this shot story with a little smutty and have a great day!

Warnings: smut, +18, mention of prison, bad grammar.

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You been working as a doctor in the prison for a couple of months, it wasn’t your dream work but it help you to pay the bills, many people would think that it was a risky job but most of the convict were polite to you, sure most of the time there’s a guard with you. One of your favorites patients was Jimmy, with those blue eyes and that cocky smile he give you every time he came to the nursery, like that moment, he scan you before he smirk, you couldn’t help but blush.

-Hi, Doll…

-Here I’m the doctor, Mr. Keene- you look at the guard -It’s ok John, you can take the handcuffs off, I believe Mr. Keene is going to behave- you look at him.

-Of course- John do as he told and leaved the room when he was done, you took jimmy’s file.

-So how have you been?

-Better now that I saw you- he said making you blush.

-Did you have any trouble with another gang?- he shook his head -ok let’s do this- you said as you proceed to take his vitals, he look at you all the time -stop it.

-What do you mean?

-You have that face when you’re…

-Horny?- you blush -I’m sorry doctor but with that skirt, I can’t help it, I hope you don’t wear that in front of the others- you shook your head -I’m glad that way I can have this image just for me- he smirk -now tell me doctor how have you been?

-Better now that I saw you- he smirk, before he can say anything, you approach to him and kiss him, he kiss you back immediately and push you to the desk as the two of you get out of your close, his kisses was rough and intense, making you feel like if you were dreaming, you could feel how his kisses start to go down to your neck, you moan when he press one of your breast -fuck, I miss you…

-Me too- you said as you stroke him, making him rest his forehead on your chest, he take your hand and put you on the top of desk and spread your legs as he take a step back

-gorgeous- he said as he get close and start to rub your clit making you gasp, he smirk -I barely touch you sweetheart and you’re already wet…- he was about to kneel but you stop it.

-I want you now- he look at you -please, Jimmy- he smile at your beg, you moan when you feel the tip of his cock in your entrance, he knew you can take him but he always enjoy when he push himself in to your core, he give you a little time before he start to move, at first his thrust were slow but deep, you scream a little when he found your G-spot.

-Quieter doll, John is going to hear us…

-I don’t care, I know you can do this better- he smirk and speed his thrust, you try to hide your scream.

-Now you want to be quiet? Don’t be shy doll- he groans -let everyone know who you belong.

-Jimmy-you moan -fuck I love you.

-Me too- he groan, you scratch his back when you notice the knock that was forming you on your belly -I can feel you love, your not going to last longer- you nod -all this just for me…

-Jimmy I…- you couldn’t finish, you feel how something explode inside and make you see stars, he keep his pace as you get down of your orgasm, he didn’t last longer until he come inside you and rest his head on your shoulder, when his blue eyes meet your both of you smile -hi husband.

-Hi- he said -fuck your perfect as always- he said before he gives you a little kiss, you brush his cheek.

-Now, tell me, how really are you?

-Missing you- he said as he put some hair behind your ear.

-There’s something you don’t telling me- he sighed.

-Beaumont offer me a deal- you look at him confused.

-What? When did this happen?

-Yesterday I thought they taking me to see you but he was here, and some the officer who arrested me, they know about this- he point at the two of you- about my deals here.

-And what’s the deal?

-I win some guy trust and find the information they need and if I succeed… they let me go- you look at him -we could be free, let this fucking city and start over, just you and me, we could have a small house, maybe start our own family a dog or a cat, what ever you want…- he couldn’t talk because you kiss him.

-I love you, Mr. Keene- he smile at you.

-I love you too Mrs. Keene.

-By the way I want a pony- he laugh.

-I’ll give what ever you want, doll- he said before he kiss you -but for now the only thing I can give you is inside you…

-It’s everything I need right now- he smirk, he knew he still have a few moments with you and he don’t want to waste any second.

[toppersjeep]

The One-[Jay Halstead X Matt Casey]

Chapter 9- You Love You More

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Elle’s POV

“Why is he back here” I said. “He complained to the Brass about Chief Boden” Kelly said. “You’ve got to be kidding me” I said. “It’s ridiculous I agree” Matt said. “He’s so selfish” I said. “You liked him remember” Kelly said.

“I guess I was blinded” I said. “Apparently” Matt said. “Casey” I said he laughed. “He likes to pick on you umm I need you to check your gear” Kelly said. “Alright” I said walking over to my gear.

I looked through my gear. Jimmy then walked over. Of course he wanted something from me. What else was new.

“So they still have you here” Jimmy said. “You see unlike you I worked my ass off to get in my position” I said. “Huh you know I did too my daddy wasn’t some big cop” Jimmy said. “My father didn’t hand me this position like everyone here I earned it god your an ass” I said standing up.

“You liked it remember” Jimmy said. “Borelli you were just a phase in my life” I said. “Is that why your hanging out with that detective Halstead right his brother is a doctor” Jimmy said. “My love life doesn’t concern you” I said setting my boots by the truck.

“Guys problem” Matt said. “No problem here Jimmy just forgot his place isn’t that right Candidate” I said. “Right” Jimmy said walking away. “Elena you have a visitor” Connie said. “I’m coming” I said. I walked into the firehouse. Jay was there with lunch and a single rose.

“Awee well thank you” I said. “I was around and I knew you were telling me about that little diner” Jay said. “Your the best” I said kissing him. “I was hoping we could eat lunch together” Jay said.

SQUAD 3. TRUCK 81. AMBULANCE 61: CAR ACCIDENT MULTIPLE VEHICLES

“That’s my que we can do dinner” I said. “I’ll hold you to that Elle” Jay said. “I’ll be there” I said. “Be safe” he said kissing me. “Always” I said.

We arrived at the scene a car had hit a truck carrying propane tanks. Which was already on fire. Jimmy was trying to get out of line already.

“Voight grab the jaws” Kelly said. “Got it” I said grabbing them from the truck. “We gotta get these guys” I heard Jimmy say. I ran back over to Kelly. “Borelli no” Matt said. “Come on seriously they need help” Jimmy said.

He ran to the truck it was about to explode. I ran over and grabbed him as it exploded but he had gotten burnt badly. I put out the fire on his jacket.

“Jimmy” I said looking at him. His face was burnt. “Medic” I yelled with tears in my eyes. “I’m coming” Brett said as Gabby followed. “Jimmy stay with us ok” I said crying. “Elena your burned on your neck” Gabby said. “Just worry about him ok” I said yelling at her.

The took him to the hospital.

“Elena go with them ok get checked out we got this” Kelly said. “Right” I said getting in the truck. They worked on him. I held his hand the whole way. It was stupid of me to still care about someone who hurt me. But I did I cared a lot.

We arrived at the hospital they took him into ICU. Will took care of the burn on my neck.

“Is Jimmy gonna be ok” I said as he cleaned the area were my burn is. “I can’t say right now Elena but your lucky you didn’t get badly burned” Will said. “You didn’t call Jay did you” I said. He put the bandage on. “I did Elena” Will said. “Am I all set” I said.

“Yes your fine just make sure you keep it wrapped and clean” Will said. I walked over to everyone else. I sat by Matt. “You ok” Matt said. “I think I’ll be fine I just” I said. “Elle thank god your ok” Jay said I ran over and hugged him.

“I’m here it’s ok” Jay said hugging me tightly. “I .. I know I didn’t think but” I said crying. “Shhh come here” Jay said we sat in the waiting room. I rested my head on his shoulder as he had his arm around me. He made me feel so safe with him.

We waited for any news about Jimmy. I hated waiting here. The doctor finally came out. I got up and walked over.

“Good news is he’s alive and ok bad news is his right eye was completely damaged and we couldn’t, do anything” the doctor said. “Anything else” I said. “Your Elena the one who saved him right” he said. “Yeah” I said.

“He kept trying to say Elle he wants to see you” he said. “Can I” I asked. “Go ahead” he said. I walked into the room. He was in a full body cast and on oxygen so he could breathe. I sat next to the bed in the chair.

I pulled it closer to be next to him.

“I’m sorry.. I feel like such a complete jerk” I said tearing up. “Jimmy I should’ve helped you save your brother.. this is on me” I said. He moved his hand over and I held it. He squeezed it tightly. “But I’m so glad your ok now I don’t know what I would’ve done” I said.

He looked at me. A tear rolled out of his eye.

“Maybe in another life we could’ve been friends or together even” I said sighing. “But I guess what I’m trying to say is sorry” I said. He looked at me. “Elle his family is here” Will said. “I’ll let you see them” I said getting up.

I walked out and Will pulled me aside.

“You saved his life if you hadn’t grabbed him he’d be dead right now Elle don’t beat yourself up” Will said. “I just feel like it’s my fault” I said. “He’s a hothead you know that” Will said. “I know” I said. “And take care of those burns you’ll be good to work tomorrow” Will said.

“You got it” I said. “Well I’m gonna go talk to his sister in law about everything” Will said. “Alright thanks will” I said. I walked back out. Everyone looked at me. “So” Brett said. “He’s awake” I said.

(A/N:y’all won’t like me for this next part ik it wasn’t in the show)

Lights then went off near Jimmy’s room. My heart snuck.

“Dr.Halstead me need you” Jimmy’s sister yelled. “What’s happening” I said. “Elena I’m gonna need you to wait right here” Nat said. “Please tell me what’s going on” I said. “No I can’t do that” she said. “Why can’t you I don’t understand” I said tearing up. “Elena let’s take a walk” Ethan said.

“Why can’t I see him tell me” I said yelling. “Jay can you escort her outside please” Ethan said. “Come on” Jay said. “Before you do can I borrow you” Ethan said. Kim watched me while Ethan talked to Jay. “Come with me” Jay said.

“Jay what’s going on” I said. “Let’s get some air” Jay said. He walked me outside by the ambulance entrance. “What can’t you tell me inside” I said. “Elena” Jay said. “Jay what I don’t understand” I said. “Elle.. I’m sorry” Jay said cupping my cheek.

“What do you mean … Will said he was hopeful” I said tearing up. “… he didn’t make it” Jay said. “No” I said pacing back and forth. “There’s nothing they could’ve done the burns affected his lungs” Jay said. “It’s all my fault” I said. “No it’s not” Jay said.

“But… I” I said crying Jay hugged me tightly. “I’m here” he said rubbing my back. “I can’t” I said. “I’m sorry” he said kissing my forehead. “I was just talking to him” I said through tears. “Baby I’m so sorry” Jay said.

“Elena” Brett said walking over. “Brett” I said hugging her. “It’s not your fault ok” Brett said hugging me. “But it feels like it is” I said. “I know” Brett said. “Anything I can do” Kelly asked walking over to us.

“I just need a couple days” I said. “That’s fine I can get coverage” Kelly said. “Thanks” I said. “Boden wants to set up something at the house” Matt said. “I’d help” I said. “Jay can I talk to you” Dad said. “Yeah sure” Jay said.

Jays POV

I walked over to talk with Hank. Elle was talking with Matt and Kelly. So I knew she’d be fine for now. He pulled me aside so she couldn’t see us.

“What’s going on” I asked. “I need you to keep a close eye on her” Hank said. “Like on shift I can call her” I said. “No Jay I need you to stay with her while she’s off” Hank said. “She wouldn’t do anything” I said.

“After her mother died she got into alcohol and made a lot of bad choices Jay” Hank said. “Like what” I asked. “The only reason I let her be a firefighter is because she promised to stay away from alcohol” Hank said.

“You want me to keep an eye on her” I asked. “I do Jay I don’t wanna lose her too and I don’t want her, throwing her career away” Hank said.

Elle’s POV

Jay walked back over to me. Everyone kinda left to go home. Jay and I walked to his car.

“Want me to take you back to the fire department to get your stuff” Jay said. I just looked at the ground sadly. “Elle” Jay said. “It’s.. all my fault” I said crying. He hugged me. “No it’s not I promise you” Jay said kissing my head. “Let’s go home ok” Jay said.

The ride back to his apartment was quite. Just me looking out the window. Wondering what I could’ve done to prevent this. We walked up to the apartment and went in.

“I think I’m just gonna go shower” I said. “Alright just be careful of the burn you know” Jay said. “I know” I said. “I’ll be out here if you need me” Jay said with a soft smile.

I showered and just sat on the floor of the shower crying. I heard the door open. I knew it was Jay.

“Elle I don’t wanna be weird or anything” Jay said outside the shower curtain. “I’m fine” I said standing up the peak out of the shower curtain. “You aren’t alone you know” Jay said. I turned off the shower and grabbed the towel.

“I know I’m not” I said. “I just worry about you” Jay said cupping my cheek. “I’ll be fine can I get dressed or” I said. “Yeah” Jay said leaving. I got dressed and went out into the living room. Jay was cooking something in the kitchen.

I walked over.

“Are you making dinner Halstead” I said. “Yes for once I am” Jay said. I hugged him from behind. “Thank you” I said. He turned around still holding me. “I’ll always look after you Elena” Jay said I kissed him. “I appreciate that” I said he kissed my cheek.

“Alright let’s eat something” Jay said. “It better be good or your fired” I said. “Oh trust me it is” Jay said with a smile.

[navalcriminalimagines]

“Hi ma’am. Uh—I’m looking for Jethro Gibbs?” The 15 years old boy asked to Ellie Bishop. Who’s that kid? She’s never seen him before, or heard her boss talked about a teenager. And she doesn’t recall how it could be link to any case.

“You are?” She asked, intrigued.

“It’s—personal,” the teenager said. Now, she’s even more intrigued. If he had blue eyes, she’d have asked herself if he shared DNA with her boss.

“I’m gonna call him but I just need your name,” she said, grabbing her phone.

“Harry! What are you doing here, bud?” Gibbs approached the teenager and Harry immediately ran into his arms. Gibbs hugged him tight.

“Can I stay with you today?”

“I—“ Gibbs wanted to tell him that he was working. But he was the sad eyes on Harry’s face. The kid has been though a lot lately, he can’t tell him no. “Let him call your mum, okay?”

Gibbs stood aside the bullpen while he called you, Harry was right next to him and the rest of the team came back. Tony and McGee stood next to Ellie, following where her eyes were watching. “Who’s that kid?” Tony asked first.

“I was hoping you could tell me,” Bishop answered.

While on the phone, they saw their boss smiling. A real smile. And then he put his hands in Harry’s curly hair.

“Does Gibbs has a kid we don’t know about?” Tim asked.

“He has green eyes,” Bishop stated.

“So? Do I look like my father?” Tony said, without thinking. Tim and Ellie turned their heads to look at their coworker. “Yeah, bad example, but you get the point.”

Right after Tony’s sentence, Gibbs hang up. The three agents pretended to be occupied at their own desk. Their boss had his arm around Harry’s shoulders as they came back to the bullpen. “Harry is going to be our honorary agent for the day. This is Tim, Tony and Ellie,”

“Hi,” Harry shyly waved at them.

“Hello Honorary agent Harry,” Tony stood up to check the teenager’s hand. “And he is?” Tony asked his boss.

“None of your business,” Gibbs simply answered. Tony growled, unhappy about not having an answer. “Update,”

While the team updated Gibbs on the case and what they found, Harry stayed really close to the boss. Gibbs always had a protective and special warmth towards kids and teenagers, but there was something special there. Tony promised himself to find what was the relationship there, by the end of the day.

Abby knew Gibbs would entered her lab any minute, but he never expected him to come in with a very young special agent. “Abby, Harry. Harry, Abby. Lab tech,” Gibbs said, and both Harry and Abby waved at each other. “What you got, Abs?”

“Many questions,” she said, looking at the teenager’s green eyes.

“Unhappy look,” Harry whispered to her, looking at Gibbs that was standing right behind her, waiting for her report.

“We call it the Gibbs stare, here,” she quickly said, before telling her boss what we wanted to know.

Harry was impressed. We knew things about Gibbs’ job, just like he knows what yours, since you’re a cop too. But what Abby is doing is very impressive to him, he would love to her multiple questions. “Can I stay with her?” Harry asked Gibbs, as they were about to leave the lab.

Jethro definitely hates how weak he can be with Harry. “Okay but a few rules,” Abby and Harry listened carefully, “First, Abby, do not interrogate him. And do not show him weird things his mother can be mad about. And you, bud,” Gibbs took a few steps closer to Harry, “enjoy your day, okay? I’ll come get you for lunch,” Gibbs kissed Harry’s forehead and left.

Abby didn’t waste any time, “Okay, bud,”

“Nope. Only Jethro calls me that. I hate it, but it’s an habit now,”

“Fine. Who are you to my boss?”

“Stepson, I guess. I think?—I’m not sure. Jethro and mum has—“ Harry stopped in the middle on the sentence and turned around. “God, I thought he was standing behind,” he said.

“Does he do that outside of work, too?” Abby asked, super exciting about knowing personal things.

“Yeah, it’s like he has a detector every time we say his name,”

“Today’s going to be so fun!”

Harry has never been into sciences at school, he’s more into languages and literature, just like his father. But Abby Sciuto made it so fun that his curiosity was exploding. Pretty much like the experience he was doing. “What did I do wrong?” Harry said, frustrated about failing.

“You took this,” Abby said, showing a product, “instead of that,” she showed another product.

“Damn!” Harry said. And of course, Gibbs has entered the lab at the very same moment. He extended his hand to his stepson, “do we have to do it even when Joe’s not around?” Harry complained. “I’m not a kid anymore,”

“Fine, but don’t tell your mother. And—what happened here? A tornado?” Gibbs asked, looking at the mess.

“I’m definitely not good at sciences,”

“You just need a good teacher, sweetie,” Abby said. “You can come around when you need help, if your—stepdad is okay,” Abby grinned at Gibbs, happy to know that info.

“What happened in that lab—better stay in that lab,” Gibbs said, “Hungry, bud?”

Gibbs and Harry went to the diner for lunch. “Text your mum, Harry. She’s worried,”

“Dad broke up with Lindsay. He wants me to come back and live with him again,”

“Is that what you want?”

“No—yes—maybe. I don’t know,”

“Hey, whatever you want to do, your parents will agree to it. All they want is for you to be happy, wherever you are,”

“Even if it’s in Australia?” Gibbs looked at Harry, confused. Last he knew, your ex husband is living in California. “Dad had a job offer in Sydney, he said yes. And he’s leaving next month,”

“If you want to go with him, do it,”

“How would you feel about it, J?”

“It doesn’t mat—“

“It matters to me. You’ve been in my life for almost ten years now. At some points, you were more a dad to me than Dad was. And you’re my baby brother’s father. I care about you, and I care about what you think,”

This is typically what Gibbs doesn’t like. He hates that kind of conversation, he hates to let people know how he feels and what he thinks. But if someone deserves to know a little about it, it’s definitely Harry.

“For me, there’s no difference between you and your brother— Family’s more than DNA. It’s about people who care and take care of each other.”

“Stop with those sentences all made up! Tell me how you’d feel if I move to Australia,”

Gibbs chuckled. The shy little boy he met 8 years ago was now becoming a confident young man. “I’ll miss you, okay? Just like I missed when you left for California! Are you happy now?”

“No! I’ll be happy when you and mum stop acting like children, and finally give Joe a stable family,”

“Your mum and I are dysfunctional, but we work that way. Did Joe tell you something?”

“He’s 5 and he wants what any other 5 years old want; he wants to live with his mother and his father, 24/7. In the same household,”

“With his big brother too, right?”

“Yes, but that’s not the point,”

After a blank during which Gibbs intensely stared at Harry, “I didn’t see you grow up. I’m proud of the young man you’re becoming,”

Harry smiled, “Say it,”

“What?” Gibbs asked, his mouth full of his burger.

“You know it! Say it,”

“Nope,”

“Why? Why is it so hard?” Harry paused. “Look— it can be easy when it’s true. I love you, dad.”

Harry called Gibbs “dad” occasionally. Sometimes on purpose, sometimes not. Jethro remembered the first time he heard it from him and the first Joe said it. He felt the same for both. That’s how he knew there was so difference between his real son and his stepson. They are both his sons.

“I love you,” Gibbs mumbled, with French fries in his mouth.

“Didn’t understand. What did you say?”

Gibbs swallowed. “I love you, son! Okay? You happy? Can I eat in silence now?”

“Yes, you can,” Harry proudly smiled.

In the afternoon, Harry stayed with Gibbs until the agent had no choice but to go on a run for the case. Gibbs let his stepson with Ducky. The doc showed Harry around, avoiding the autopsy and corpses obviously. By the end of the day, Ducky and Harry were playing chess at Gibbs’ desk, waiting for everyone to come back. But when they heard the elevator opening, here you were, with Joe in your arms. The little boy got down and ran to his brother as soon as he saw him. You hugged your son tight. “How are you, baby?” You asked.

“I’m good mum,” he smiled and kissed you on the cheek. “I’m beating Ducky,”

“Not yet, young man,” Ducky stood and hugged you. “How’s my favorite Gibbs?” He asked to Joe, who was holding onto his brother like a koala bear.

“Say hi to Ducky, sweetheart,” you told your youngest son and the little boy waved at the doc. Ducky and Harry sat back in their chairs, Joe was still holding Harry and you sat on Jethro’s desk.

“Where’s J?” You asked.

“Followed a lead, he should be back soon,”

The four of you stayed together, talking about everything and nothing until the elevator opened again. This time, it was Gibbs with his team. As soon as Joe saw his dad, he jumped from his brother’s lap and ran into Gibbs’ arm. “Hey baby,”

Tony, Tim and Ellie were more confused than they were hours ago when they met Harry. Ducky couldn’t help but smiling big. Before anyone could say anything, Abby appeared with Jimmy in the bullpen. The entire team was there. “How’d it go?” She asked.

The team explained that it led to nowhere, and they had to go back to the beginning on that case. While they did that, Jethro stole you a quick kiss, and he whispered something in Harry’s ears. “Checkmate!” Your son told Ducky as he made his final move.

“That’s cheating,” Ducky said.

“Nope. Dad and I share one brain,”

When the word “dad” was heard in the bullpen, everyone stopped talking and turned like one man towards Gibbs and you. Your boyfriend laughed, and moved Joe on his back, “Hang on Monkey!” He said.

“Can we go to McDonald’s?” The little boy asked.

“Nope,” “yes!” Gibbs and you answered at the same time. Jethro looked at you, but you were looking at Harry with a smile. “Boys!” You said.

In a second, Joe was tickling his father in the neck, and Harry was searching for his car keys while you were holding his arms. When your oldest found the keys, he handed them to you and the three of you ran to the elevator. “Team work!” You high five the boys.

Gibbs’ team was looking at him, more confused than they have never been in their life. Their boss laughed and walked towards the elevator and his family, “Good night everyone!”

[ambertea]

clever

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She’s six years old and she’s just won a certificate for Maths.

Her mum’s sitting at the back of the assembly, exchanging whispers to the single dad sitting next to her. Rose keeps looking back, trying to catch her eye, but instead watches her mother’s hand sneaking up a strange man’s thigh.

The headmaster smiles at her strangely, in a way she will later define as ‘condescending’ but in the moment she can’t wrap her head around.

“Well done, you clever girl.” He says, and Rose hates it. His clammy hand engulfs hers and Rose just blinks as he shakes it up and down.

The school claps dutifully and her mum is still not looking at her.

She’s eleven years old and she hates everyone in her class. They tease her in the playground, mock her in the classroom and the only safe haven is the tiny library. The librarian is old and odd, and she strokes Rose’s hair like she’s nothing more than a tiny doll.

“Don’t try so hard to be clever,” she tells her. “They’ll leave you alone.”

Rose leaves the library and never comes back.

She’s fifteen years old and GCSEs are utter bullocks. Mickey has already failed them all, already told her they don’t matter in the real world. She stays behind after school to sit in empty classrooms to figure out algebra and tells her mum she still does gymnastics.

She gets her results in a thick brown envelope and takes a quick glance at a long list of A’s before she chucks it in the bin.

“Pure shit.” She tells her mum. “Didn’t even try, anyway. I’m just not clever enough.”

Her mum throws her a party regardless, and Rose ignores the ache in her chest.

She’s seventeen and he’s fucking hot.

She’s told her mum she’s doing A-levels because she hasn’t figured out if she wants to do hairdressing or childcare. Instead, she doodles equations on the back of English papers whilst she waits for everyone else to finish.

She meets Jimmy outside the school gates and he’s smoking cigarettes and the smell gets right into the back of her throat. She tells him that it’s bad for him, and he tells her he could be bad for her. He’s right.

She drops out of school and her mother approves because it was giving her airs and graces. What her mother does not approve of is the filthy bedsit she moves into, where she cries as her boyfriend screams at her.

“You think you’re clever, do you?” he yells, and she shakes her head and whispers no, no, never.

She’s nineteen, fucking shop window dummies are after her, and a strange man is standing with her in the lift.

“’Cos to get that many people dressed up and being silly, they got to be students.”

“Good point. Well done.”

She’s wrong, but the praise bounces around her brain.

She runs off with him because apparently, that’s just what she does. Runs off with charismatic men, leaves her mother worried sick, because she is Rose, and Rose is not clever.

This man, however, is no Jimmy. He’s smart – so smart, any small attempts at intelligence still leave her feeling dumb. This is a comfort. She argues with him, thinks around him, and starts to feel a bit better about herself.

He’s sweet as well, and kind, and doesn't care when she asks too many questions. He shows her how to strip wires and repair parts of his precious ship, and they tinker away together in comfortable silences. Now and then, she properly impresses him, and he ignores the beauties of the universe and beams at her instead. It’s strange and wonderful and she tries her best not to disappoint him.

Then she is sent away, he is trapped, and it’s time for her to use her bloody brains only she’s not sure they even work anymore. He is dying, far in the future, but still dying, and she is watching her mum scoff down chips. She doesn’t want to go back to her old life, doesn’t want to play stupid anymore.

“Why, because you’re better than us?”

No, because she has learned what life is like when she tries, and she is not yet ready to stop.

She makes it back, using her brain and a fucking massive truck, and it is worth it if just for the way he is looking at her. He tells her she is fantastic and then explodes into a whole new man, with a lankier frame and wilder hair. He takes a long nap, and she is left to be useless once more.

She stands up in front of actual, breathing monsters and tries to copy words she’s heard, but her voice shakes, and her hands are trembling. They laugh at her, and she is eleven again, being teased by the nasty girls in her class.

He saves the day, because that’s just what he does, and she runs off with him again because his smile is still kind and their hands fit nicely. Cassandra sits inside her brain and hums with curiosity, poking around her mind like it’s a mildly interesting boutique.

“Not as thick as you seem, are you?” She whispers into Rose’s mind.

She’s inside some sort of spaceship and he is gushing over the accomplishments of Reinette de Pompadour. She already knows all this, knows who she is, but he is enjoying the sound of his own voice, so she keeps quiet.

She watches him carefully, notices the lipstick marks around his face and the ridiculous angle of his collar, and stamps down the familiar feelings of jealousy rising within her chest.

It had felt like they were growing closer. Their hugs had been lingering, hands held tightly at any available moment. She had thought something was growing, something small and precious and good. Clearly, she was wrong.

Reinette dies, and Rose isn’t glad, not really, but she watches him carefully afterward and wonders. Wonders why he keeps her around if he even wants her there. She tries to ask, but the words die on her tongue.

She has almost let the feeling go when she meets her father, a man who does not know her and apparently does not care to. She calls him dad and he runs, leaving her crying and shaking and so very vulnerable. She wonders, afterward, why. Why no one has ever wanted her properly, why it feels like no one has even met her in the first place. She sobs into her mum’s shoulder and wishes she had told her about the GCSE results.

Maybe it’s a good thing, she thinks later, that she’s alone. She has no real connections that make her want to stay at home, no real relationships that don’t leave her mentally exhausted. He is her grounding point, her focus, and he doesn’t think she’s stupid, not really, but he doesn’t think she’s clever either.

She knows she loves him; knows she will spend the rest of her life pining for him. It aches, having so much unspent emotion coursing under her skin. Feels like she could explode and implode simultaneously. But his eyes are so soft, and he is so worth it.

“We’ll always be alright, me and you.” She tells him. He just stares into the sky glumly.

“There’s a storm approaching.”

She hopes for a bit of rain but instead gets a fucking earthquake.

She’s twenty-one, she’s in a different universe, and she’s absolutely fine.

“How are you doing?”

“Are you okay?”

“Speak to me, Rose, please.”

She doesn’t speak to anyone. Doesn’t even look in the mirror.

It’s hard to assign blame on a talking pepper pot, so instead, she blames herself. If she’d been stronger. Tried harder. Been cleverer.

She tells her mum this over a bottle of wine, and she just laughs.

“People like us aren’t clever, Rose. We’re survivors.”

She doesn’t want to be a survivor anymore.

She starts working at Torchwood. Starts sleeping at Torchwood as well. Pete gives her the job out of pity but is quickly astonished by the scale of the work she’s doing.

“You’re brilliant.” He tells her one night. Jackie scoffs.

“Brilliant? Hark at her.”

Rose ignores her. It doesn’t matter.

She sits through A-levels, and then university lectures, and then physics conventions with groups of boring boys who follow her like a bizarre squadron. She has a brother now, a tiny boy with eyes just like hers, and when she tucks him into bed, she whispers stories of the stars.

She creates a dimension cannon and brings it home to show Pete. He marvels over it whilst Jackie sniffs like she’s got a nasty cold.

“Just glorified jewelry. Face it, sweetheart. You’re stuck here with the rest of us. It’s time to get used to it.”

“Shut up,” Rose says, and she can feel her pulse banging away in her ears like a marching parade.

Jackie is spluttering, Pete’s eyes are wide, and Rose isn’t quite sure what she’s doing but she’s doing it anyway.

“I can do this. I am going to do this. So just shut up.”

She does do it. She flits around universes like students backpack around Europe, and it’s strangely healing to spend so much time by herself.

She meets tiny aliens made of glass who kiss through the refractions of light and hugs ginormous bear-like creatures who are surprisingly friendly and incredibly soft.

She searches for him, and it hurts and it’s hard but it’s also fantastic.

She gets through finally to a universe that should be right but is oh so very wrong. A red-haired woman screams at her, and Rose is finding it difficult to breathe.

“I'm nothing special. I'm a temp. I'm not even that. I'm nothing.”

“Donna Noble, you are the most important woman in the whole of creation!”

“Oh, don't. Just don't.”

She tells her mum about her GCSE results because she can’t stop thinking about it. Her mum stares at her for a long while and then looks down at her hands. Rose has never seen her mum speechless before, doesn’t like it, so she just nods and leaves.

She finds him, and the feeling rushes right from her toes to the top of her head. She has done it. After all the effort and pain, she has found him, and the uncurling pride is like nothing she’s ever felt before.

He gets shot and utterly ruins it, but the feeling lingers.

Her mum shows up at the worst possible time, but she is there, and she is looking at Rose so fiercely. When the situation calms down and they are safe, she pulls Rose into a tight hug and rubs her hands in circles across the small of her back.

“I’m so proud of you, sweetheart.” She whispers, and Rose quickly wipes her eyes on her shoulders.

She is dumped on the same beach she has had nightmares about for the last five years. She is left again, but this time she is left with a familiar man who whispers promises into her ear and holds her like she is something important.

He is looking at her like he’s hoping she might lead the way, and she knows how to do this now, knows how to think and plan and strategize. She kisses him on the cheek, watches the blush that spreads across his cheek, takes his hand, and leads him back to England.

She doesn’t take him straight back to the mansion, hates the idea of speech and silence in equal measure. Instead, she takes him to her lab, and he stares at her designs through startled eyes and stolen glasses. She fidgets in the corner of the room, and wraps her arms around her waist, waiting for his verdict.

He turns to her, whips the glasses off of his face and a look of quiet wonder spreads across his face.

“You’re brilliant.”

She squirms under his gaze, picks off an invisible bit of fluff from her jacket. He is still looking at her, and she tries her best to smile.

“Thanks.”

“No, seriously. These are so impressive.”

She’s still not sure what to do with the praise, but it warms her and fills all the cracked pieces of her soul with new and growing tissue. She kisses him, both because she’s not sure what else to do, and because she can, and he smiles against her lips. They break apart and he runs his fingers over her work, his eyes soft and curious.

“How did you do this?” He whispers, and something tender and precious burns gently in her chest.

“I guess I’m just clever.”

[starcrossedkaiju]

Kingslayer AU: Chapter Eight

I don’t know what to say other than I like this one. Rendog enjoyers come get your free angst!

Scott filled the pages of his sketchbook gradually at first. He sat at his window and drew what he saw, focusing on putting shapes on the paper. Many times he was unhappy with the finished product, almost ripping out and throwing away his limited space.

He had to learn to be okay with it. The next time it would be a bit better, and a bit better, until the tree he’d been slaving over didn’t look half bad.

Soon his interests turned to drawing his friends. Their faces would pop up on his pages, drowned in eraser smudges at first. Then it became easy. Like second nature, he could memorize Grian’s knowing grin, Jimmy’s downturned eyes, Martyn’s slightly crooked nose.

He drew the way he saw Ren’s piercing yellow eyes that night, the way they were shadowed by his brow.

It felt better. To have a place where his memories could stay exactly the way he saw them. Scott even pinned some up on the wall of his room.

Soon his supply of paper started dwindling, Martyn told him if he needed more drawing paper to come back and ask him for some. So he did, after Jimmy went to bed and the world was quiet under the snow.

Scott made a trip to the Renchanting base, entering through the tunnel hidden under the mountain. It took him right to the storage area. Which was dark and deserted. Only a clock ticked on the wall, everyone else must have been in the sleeping quarters or back at their bases to fend off the Phantoms.

He took a torch from the “stuff chest” and started making rounds, looking at each storage container. Food, Armor, ores, wood, stone, and redstone. Until there was a wall of chests with people’s names on them.

Everyone in the Red Army had a chest, from left to right there was Ren, Martyn, Etho, Skiz, Impulse, Tango, Joel, and then Scott.

The last chest on the right side, Scott’s name was carved on top. It hadn’t been there before. He placed his hand on the lock, wondering if he should even bother opening it. Someone had cared enough to dedicate a space for him to put things. Under the roof of Dogwarts no less.

His torch flickered and Scott decided he’d spent too long lurking around, so he flipped the lock up and quietly opened the chest. Slowly so it wouldn’t creek.

Inside there was a single stack of drawing paper. Hand-sewn like the one Martyn had given him.

Scott placed the torch down and retrieved the paper. He knew it must have been Martyn. A smile found its way onto his face, and he let it stay there. This time, when nobody was looking.

Blowing out the torch and closing the chest, Scott gathered the sketchbook and decided to just leave through the front. It was almost midnight anyways.

Up the stairs and to the double doors of the enchanting room. The book on the table rose from its position and opened towards him as he walked past. Scott still had his hand on the doorknob when he opened it and stepped out into the frigid night.

Of course he didn’t expect to see anything, so when he did see something he froze in place.

In the spot that Martyn would typically occupy, on the very top of the walls sat Ren. His grey cape was bundled around himself to keep out the cold and his pointed ears were pressed low on his head. He was facing away from Scott.

Huddled on the perch, Ren’s shoulders were shaking. Silently, he cried.

Scott stood in the doorway motionless. He couldn’t believe the scene in front of him. Ren wasn’t one to cry. He was calculating and smart, rarely loosing his temper to even the worst of setbacks. A humorous man in charge of an Army of vagabonds, he never cried. He never expressed so much as a single weakness, he couldn’t afford that.

So it really shouldn’t have been a surprise, not really, that the Red King would save his sorrow for when nobody should be looking. Under the loneliest arm of the Milky Way, coldly gazing down on him. The weight of every star in the sky on his shoulders.

It made him look small.

Scott backed away from the door and ran back to the tunnel he came from, the kind of running you do when you are convinced your worst nightmare is snapping at your heels; and maybe for Scott it was.

He sprinted home without looking back. Trying to shove the image of Ren out the back of his mind.

That night he crept quietly back into bed, doing his best not to disturb Jimmy. Who stirred momentarily before simply turning over.

Scott stared at the arm of the Milky Way through the window until he fell into a dreamless sleep.

Days pressed by, Scott slithered too and from the walls of Dogwarts under the noses of his allies and between Spy Ring meetings. The first page of his new sketchbook lay empty, because whenever his pencil hovered above that damn page all he could see was a man huddled up under a galaxy of stars that would never return his wishes.

So when he was called out on night watch to the Renchanting base, Scott snuck out with his empty sketchbook held close to his chest. He arrived to a sleeping base, aware that his shift would be over in an hour and he would get to go home when the next guard showed up.

He yawned and stared out the window, at the stars above the wall. A pencil came to his hand and he started drawing what he saw. The shape of the wall against the glowing sky. He drew it, but it wasn’t right. The image in his mind came back to the front.

A weeping man holding a million stars on his shaking shoulders, the end of his frayed cape flaring out when the breeze kicked up. Tiny compared to the infinite sky. Scott’s fingers and palm turned black with graphite as he crafted the cosmos onto that paper.

His scribbling and smudging consumed all his thoughts as he focused on making the scene perfect, the pencil dulled and threatened to snap under the pressure.

“Major,” a stern voice came from right behind him.

Scott seized up in his chair, a feeling of terror so pure exploded in his chest that his vision left him for a few seconds. He gasped and turned around with his jaw on the floor.

Behind him was Ren. Clad in his winter jacket, a hand on the back of Scott’s chair. He stared directly into the other’s eyes from behind the dark lenses of his aviators. All the color had gone from his face.

Hoping the Red King hadn’t seen what he was drawing, Scott moved his hand to close the book.

It was too late. Ren had been watching him draw for long enough to know.

“You saw me?” Ren asked, but it was phrased more like a fact. It was.

Scott’s hesitation was enough of an answer. He stared up into Ren’s glasses, reminded of a familiar time. This time was different though, and this time Scott wished he could see behind the lenses.

He nodded and tore his eyes away, it felt intrusive to be staring.

“Ren,” Scott said to the floor, but was dismissed.

“No. Just go home. Now,” the other man ordered with a wavering voice.

Scott didn’t nod, he didn’t look at Ren. He gathered the sketchbook and slammed it shut within five seconds.

He didn’t say goodbye as he fled the walls. Scott ran from Ren, and this time he felt bad about it.

Scott didn’t return to Dogwarts for a week after that. Nobody called him to the night shift, nobody asked him to run any supplies. Maybe he was grateful for that, in the sense that he wouldn’t have to look Ren in the eyes again.

Until one night he couldn’t sleep. The clouds cast a dark blanket over the sky. Scott huffed and crawled out of bed, not bothering to change out of his pajamas. He pulled his boots on and took his coat off the hanger.

A walk is what he told himself he was going on, but really he knew where he was going. He didn’t know why, but for some reason Scott had a feeling he wasn’t the only one that couldn’t sleep.

This time instead of entering Dogwarts through the underground he rounded the front, cresting the hill right in front of Big B’s house. Scott scanned the top of the wall and saw what he was looking for. He shoved his hands in his pockets and entered Dogwarts through the front door.

Scott climbed the ladder and balanced himself as he walked over to Ren, who was sitting with his legs dangling over the side of the wall. His jacket was pulled tightly around him. Scott didn’t greet him when he sat down, Ren had seen him coming a mile away.

Ren didn’t look at him, he breathed in heavily, then sighed out a burst of vapor into the cold air.

“You couldn’t sleep?” Scott started the conversation this time.

“Wouldn’t matter if I could. I’m on night watch,” Ren said after a beat of silence.

Scott nodded, turning his head to the dark sky, “it’d be nicer with some stars, hm?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Ren trailed off. He stared at his shoes.

“Okay I’m sorry, I’ll just-“ Scott made to get up and leave but Ren interrupted him.

“No, wait, you can stay,” Ren pulled on the sleeve of Scott’s elbow.

Scott nodded and pulled his knees closer to his chest. A pocket of clouds had moved, creating a window that let the moon gaze upon the Earth.

“Do you stargaze a lot?” Ren asked, this time he looked at Scott.

He wasn’t wearing his sunglasses.

“I try,” Scott replied, “there’s this huge book I found uh, In a village library a while ago. It has everything you can possibly see from down here in it,” he mused.

“Have you ever read one?” Scott asked.

“Uh, an astronomy book?” Ren’s eyes flicked to the left in thought, “I mean I’ve seen them. I haven’t read them. You like astronomy?” he asked.

Scott nodded, then pointed north, into the cloud cover, “you can’t see it now, but Ursa Major would be right over there,” he said.

Ren looked over like he was trying to imagine it, “you like Ursa Major?”

“Easiest to remember,” Scott said plainly.

“I’ll bet. S’ like a namesake,” Ren rested his chin on his palm, “I wish I had a constellation with my name,” his ear twitched on his head.

Scott’s metaphorical ears perked up, “Oh well, there’s one kind of like that,” he said. Ren’s actual ears perked up.

“It’s called Canis Major. It means Great Dog, or Big Dog,” Scott pointed south, “it will always be easy to see on a clear day. One of its stars is called Sirius,” he explained.

Ren nodded, “I’m familiar. Brightest in the sky, right?”

“Yeah. That’s right,” Scott replied.

“Canis Major huh?” Ren repeated. Scott nodded.

“Canis Major, and,” he looked over at Scott, “Scott Major,” Ren nudged the other on the shoulder.

“Right,” Scott said, and suddenly the sky didn’t feel so heavy anymore.

Not when you have a friend to share it with.

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

COPING WITH YOUR FEARS

Prompt: You just bought a new house with your boyfriend Roman,with the thing he loves the most in it: a pool. The only problem? He doesn’t know you’re terrified of water and don’t know how to swim.

Word count: Long-ish

Pairing: Roman Reigns x Reader

Warnings: +18,clitoris stimulation,smut implied,cursing,praise kink,aquaphobia(fear of water),slight angst

Tag: My sister from another mister @ziasaph (she might recognize this topic hahahah thank you for always inspiring me,love!)

Notes: Hello loves! So this is a based on a true story event (I almost drowned when I was a little girl and have been terrified of water since then),so this is me trying to cope with my fear even if it’s only a fictional thing hahahaha(since this specific scenario with Roman is impossible for little old me! But that doesn’t mean a girl can’t dream right?!).Sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language...you know the usual. Please let me know what you think(if you’re comfortable with it) some feedback is always appreciated ❤️ Also feel free to check out my other stories typing ‘masochist writes’ on the search bar on my page and you can always find my latest story as a fixed post on my page. Ok I’m done babbling now hahahaha. Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

Oh summer...the best season to enjoy the life outside: wear nothing more than swimsuits and bikinis,get some Mother Nature’s natural vitamin D and swimming!

It all sounds like a dream,right?! Except for the fact that.. I DON’T know how to swim,in fact I’m terrified of the thought of swimming! When I was a little girl I almost drowned and since then I’m terrified of water,even the simple thought of it makes me shiver.

So I don’t know what was I thinking when I agreed with my boyfriend’s horrifying idea of buying a house WITH A POOL on it! And of course that the damn thing not only had to be large but also deep.

So here I am now,sitting on the living room couch,looking out the french doors that lead to the patio watching my boyfriend excitedly fill up the pool and the pool toys so we can “happily” enjoy our newest acquisition.

“Y/N? Babe,can you come out here for a second please?”

I reluctantly got up from the couch and made my way towards him outside.

“Yes,Ro?”

He looked at me with a frown and said “Why aren’t you changed into your bikini yet?”

I gulped before I respond “I don’t have any”

“You mean,you didn’t brought any?We can take the car and get a pair at our old house”he said with a smile

“No babe, I mean like, I don’t own a pair”

“That’s not a problem either,we can go to Target so you can buy one” he responded still smiling

“What I’m trying to say is that I don’t wanna buy one...” I said with a low voice

“Oh..so you wanna go skinny dipping huh?” He deviously smirks at me and started to take his shirt off “Ugh,I love the way you think baby girl” with that he closed the distance between us and captured my lips in the most sensual kiss.

“Hmmm...Roman..wait.”

He reached to the hem of my tank top

“Ro, I gotta tell you something..”

“Later,baby..” He hummed while he pulled my tank top over my head and I took advantage of the break to say

“Ro,baby, I don’t know how to swim and also I may or may not be terrified of water since I almost drowned when I was a kid” I said as fast as I could

“What?Wait...Y/N why you never told me this before,my angel?”

“Because the subject never came up..” I embarrassedly said

“Babe,how the subject never came up when I suggested that we should by a house WITH a pool on it so WE could enjoy it?Didn’t the subject came up then?” He asked slightly angry

“It did” My voice was barely a whisper

“So,why didn’t you said ‘Roman, I don’t wanna buy a house with a pool on it,because I don’t know how to swim and I’m terrified of water?’ You should’ve told me beforehand!”

Oh boy,now he was really angry! I’ve officially woken the beast

“I’m sorry... I didn’t say anything because,I saw your excitement when you saw the pool,and I know how much you like to swim,so I just wanted you to be happy with our new house.” I finished my sentence right before the tears start to roll down my cheek.

“Baby girl,come here” He pulled me towards his chest and buried his face on the crook of my neck “I didn’t mean to make you cry baby,I’m so sorry.” He kissed my neck and holded my face between his hands,looked me in the eyes and said “Will you forgive me?”

“There’s nothing to forgive Ro,it’s fine..”

“No it isn’t! I shouldn’t have talked to you like that, I was an asshole for no reason” he wiped my eyes off “I love you,so much..Just please promise me you will tell me beforehand if you don’t want something,this is OUR house! I want you to be as happy with it as I am.”

“I love you too big guy,and I promise,no more surprise announcements” I pout my lips so he could peck it,which he happily did

“So now that we have the pool...let’s help you out with your water fear,shall we?”

“Oh no no n-“

“Shhh yes yes yes! Take you close off baby” he smirked

“But Roman I don’t have a bikini or swimsuit”

“Oh baby girl,since when that’s gonna stop us?”

“Are you implying that I should overcome my water fear by getting in the water naked?With you?”

“C’mon babe,don’t get all shy on me now..we both know that you’ve got nothing that I haven’t seen before or haven’t enjoyed to it’s fullest” he looked me up and down with hungry eyes “Besides” he stepped closer and whispered above my ear “We both also know that,you ain’t got one single bone of shyness on ya” He slowly stepped back to his original place with that delicious look on his face and I couldn’t help but finish stripping my clothes off.

Once I was fully naked,he eagerly removed his own clothes,entered the pool and reached his arms towards me,making a ‘come hear’ motion with his hands. And as much as I wanted to go I just froze in place.

I started to sweat profusely,my heart was beating so fast I swear it was going to explode,my breath became shallow,I felt nauseous,my mouth was drier than the desert, I felt dizzy, I thought I was gonna faint...Until I felt a pair of wet strong arms surround my waist pulling me back from my near mental breakdown. *When did he came out of the pool?* I thought

“Y/N look at me” His voice was soft and sweet like melted chocolate,and I looked up slowly to meet that beautiful pair of warm brown eyes.

“It’s okay baby,you’re safe. I’m not gonna let anything bad happen to you, I’m not gonna push you to do anything you’re not comfortable with,we gonna take baby steps ok?” When I nodded,he continued “Good,now we’re gonna enter through the shallow side of the pool together and we’re gonna keep going until the water hits our waist,I’m not gonna let you go ok?” I just nodded again.

We entered the pool and as soon as I felt the water hit my calves I panicked.

“I can’t do this,I can’t do this..” I whispered

“Baby girl,look at me” he said with a soothing voice,when I met his gaze he continued “You’re doing great baby!You’re so strong and so beautiful,it���s just the two of us here,focus on me baby...” I started to relax so he pulled us further in,the water hit my hips and I started slightly panicking again.When he realized he rapidly said

“Hey Y/N,can you give me a hug baby?”

“What?”

“I said,if you could give me a hug?”

“Ummmm Sure?Why not” I said confused

He pulled me into his arms tightly and started babbling random things like: the details about our first date,our first road trip together,our terrible first year anniversary,the time that Jimmy bought lasagna from that very doubtful place near our old house and spent the whole night proclaiming his porcelain throne.

“Do you remember his face?” Roman asked between laughs

“Yes I do! You even took his picture while he was on the toilet with the Polaroid,wrote ‘Porcelain God’ on the photo and hanged up in the locker room so everybody could see” I was laughing so hard that tears started to roll down my cheeks.Roman couldn’t control himself either,so he let out a breathless “Man,he got so fucking mad about it”.

Once we were able to control our laughs,we enjoyed the few minutes of comfortable silence until I moved a little bit,felt the water around my waist and just like that,all the effort my lovely boyfriend did to distract me from my dying fear went down the drain.

“Oh my God,I’m gonna drown,Roman help me please...I’m gon-“ My words were cut off by his lips on mine.He was kissing me like a horny teenage boy,he turned us over,so my back could rest on the pool wall,he made sure that my arms and legs were securely locked around his neck and waist before he could start to roam his hands on my breasts,pinching my nipples.

“Hmmmm” I moaned

Once he was happy with how hard my nipples were,he roamed his hands further down,until he found what he was looking for.

“Oh my sweet baby girl” He circled my clit with his middle and ring finger

“Ah Roman” I whined

“Always so responsive baby” He applied more pressure making me moan his name deeper “I love when you moan baby..” He increased his fingers speed “It’s always so fucking hot!No woman can moan like you can,you’re the only one who can make my dick rock hard just by moaning my name..Fuck,here baby,take a look for yourself” He grabbed one of my hands and lowered down to his cock,making me grip it.

When I lightly squeezed,he growled.

“See what you do to me? Do you see the power you hold against me? I’m powerless around you baby, whenever you’re around me I’m helpless! Everything you do turns me on,your body,your voice,your smile,the way you look at me,the way you care about me...the slightest move you make has my cock wide awake to serve you as you please,my queen.”

Roman always had a way with his words,that’s how he convinced everyone to do everything he wanted,me included! And he was just succeeding,because right now the last thing I remembered was that I was inside of that damn pool!

“Ro,please..”

“What is it? Do you want me to fuck you baby? Is that it?” His voice getting deeper and deeper

“Mhmmm” Was the only thing I could say.

Then suddenly I felt a tug on my arms, the cold wind against my wet naked (now out of the pool) body,Roman’s lips on mine before he quickly say

“Now we don’t you to get drowned,do we?!” And smirked while he picked me up from the floor,leading us towards our bedroom.

Maybe this whole pool thing wasn’t a bad idea afterall.

[okk--maaan]

Bad Kitchen Dreams

Hi. This is very dumb. But I couldn’t help myself when @ellelaconi​ threw out a Pale Kitchen Nightmares AU. So here you go. Feel free to imagine him in a blonde Matt wig and chef’s coat with a British accent.

WC: ~1.7k (whoops)

CW: you’re a really bad chef, Pale degrading you because you’re such a bad chef, pussy eating, fingering, PIV, brief drug mention, OSHA violations

Pale has traveled all over the country doing this. Helping desperate restaurant owners resurrect their businesses from the ashes. But in his twenty years, he’s never seen a situation as dire as this. As dire as yours.

When he pulls up in his big black car, he can tell the restaurant isn’t open. “Who the fuck ain’t open at one o’clock in the afternoon? Fuckin’ bullshit,” he mutters to himself. And sure enough. When he tries the front door - locked. He bangs on the glass and yells, “Hey! Hello! Anybody in there?!” After like five fuckin’ minutes of this, you finally appear -- wearing a dirty disgusting chef’s coat, your hair haphazardly pinned up, shit on your face. You wipe your hands down your front, smearing something orange across the little bit of white left on your apron.

As soon as you turn the lock, Pale pushes his way through with his big body. Without the barrier of safety glass, he can really get a good look at you. Even with all the mess, you’re pretty fuckin’ hot. Stunning really. Makin’ his cock twitch in his dark jeans, with your soft fuckin’ eyes and lips and shit. But he can’t think about that right now. He’s got work to do. Clearly.

He sticks a fat hand out and greets, “Hey doll. The name’s Jimmy. But call me Pale. Everyone calls me Pale. Hate that fuckin’ name in fact. Jimmy. Only person call me that is my fuckin’ wife.” You’re flustered with how quickly he rambles, but you take his hand and introduce yourself. “Well let me ask you something. Why the hell ain’t you open? It’s the middle of fuckin’ lunch,” he wave his hands all over the place like this is the most atrocious thing. And honestly, in his opinion, it might be. “Uhh well no one’s in here,” you try to explain. He scoffs, “Yeah no shit. Kinda hard for people to get in with the door locked and all.” He did have a point there. You wring your sweaty palms together, trying to fight the utter embarrassment. “Thank you for agreeing to help me, Jimmy - uh Pale. Please tell me what I need to do to fix this.” He leans in real close, jabs a thumb behind him, “Why don’t you unlock the fuckin’ door first?” You chuckle nervously and walk past him. Pale can’t help but glance at your ass as you do, just can’t help himself. And damn. You look just as good from the back as you do from the front. And again, his dick agrees.

With the restaurant officially open, you give Pale a tour. But the condition of the dining room is so deplorable, he doesn’t want to go any further. “Nah doll. I ain’t going in that kitchen. I got half a mind to even let you cook for me,” he throws his hands up in protest. He pulls out the cleanest chair he can find and plops down. Dusting off the tiny table in front of him, he asks, “So what kinda food you serve here?” “I create Mexican Italian fusion dishes,” you respond quickly and proudly. But that pride is short lived, with the way he’s staring at you. “Huh. Fusion. Well I’ll be the judge of that,” he purses his lips as he opens a cloth napkin and sets it in his lap. You take that as your cue to bring out his first course.

“Here we have a baby squid, steamed with lemon and capers,” you say in your best chef’s voice. Steamed? Squid? Pale thinks - knows - what’s sitting in front of him won’t be good. But you’re too fuckin’ pretty for him to flat-out refuse. He wishes he did a bump before coming in this place. By the way he has to stab the fish with his fork, he instantly knows it’s not cooked. “Look, I ain’t eating this. This squid is so raw, I can hear it telling Spongebob to fuck off.” Hot tears prick at your eyes. And he can see it. “No. Come on now. Don’t start that shit. Just - just bring me the next course,” he dismisses you.

You set two overly stuffed enchiladas in front of Pale. They look better than the squid, but his hopes aren’t too high. When he finally musters up the courage to take a bite, he wants to spit it out right away. “These are the worst fuckin’ enchiladas I’ve ever had,” he throws down his fork. You go to remove the plate, but he grabs your wrist and pulls you to his eye level. “Look doll. I know I said I didn’t want to go into that fuckin’ kitchen, but you’re going to take me back there. Right now. Show me with the fuck you got going on.” The way his breath blows over your face and his eyes bore into you, you can’t refuse. “Oh-okay,” you stutter.

As you walk to the kitchen, Pale follows, and you can feel his gaze locked on you. And he is truly mesmerized by the way your hips swing. As soon as he crosses the threshold, he demands any and every other employee leave. “Go clean something. And don’t come back in her til’ I say so. Got it?” All life - including the cockroaches - scatters. Except for you. And him. He stalks over to you liek a wild animal. And you’re his prey. Your ass back up against the metal counter, where he cages you between his strong arms. “How’s this sweetheart. Your restaurant is disgusting, your food is even worse. This place ain’t gonna stay open another month. But you? You’re the best damn thing I’ve seen this side of the Hudson.” He steps in even closer, pressing his hot hot body to yours. “Pale, I-” your eyes drop between your bodies. You can feel the bulge in his pants, insistent on your stomach. Before you can choke out another word, his fingers are digging into your soft hips. In one swift instant motion, he lifts you to sit atop the cold counter and mashing his mouth to yours. Demanding. Hungry. You part your lips for him without protest, let his tongue slide against yours. Your fingers comb and twist into his slicked back hair. He moans and thrusts into you when your nails scratch at his scalp. A sudden burst of confidence implores your hands to move to work at undoing his jeans. But he swats you away, pinches your cheeks between his forefinger and thumb. “Nuh uh doll. You’re not ready for my big cock yet.” When you nod in agreement, he releases your face and finds your own waistband, yanking down your pants and panties at once. With those around your ankles, he spreads you open and admires your glistening cunt. “God. Are you always this wet for every Joe Blow that walks in this joint?” You can feel your face heat up at the comment, but Pale ain’t paying not attention. He’s too busy dropping to his knees and wedging himself between yours. And he wastes no time diving in. You gasp and hiccup at the sudden contact. He licks and sucks at your silky folds, drinking down everything you give him. Occasionally, his proud nose nudges your stiff clit, sending shockwaves down your spine. He grunts and pulls away with a wet pop, “Finally something edible. Finally some good fucking pussy.” Fuck he really wishes he had some coke or a cigarette or a drink, something. He’s already too worked up and he doesn’t want to wait anymore.

So he doesn’t.

Pale stands back to his full, towering height and makes quick work of his belt. He uses one hand to free himself, while he coats two fingers on the other in your slick. “Are you ready to take my big cock sweetheart?” he asks before shoving his thick digits deep into you. You inhale sharply and groan at the intrusion. “Yes Pale. Please.” He shakes his head, his dick now in his hand, where he strokes it slowly. “Nah doll. I want to hear you say it.” It takes every last brain cell not focused on the sensation of his burning hand pumping into you to find the words. “Yes - ah fuck - yes. Please fuck me. I’m ready to take your big cock.” Before you even finish your sentence, he’s lining up and thrusting into you. Hard. Deep. Your head falls back and knocks the steel service pass at the same time his cock head knocks your cervix. “Fuck. Fuck me. I like the way you beg sweetheart.” As he sets his brutal pace, the only sounds you can return are moans and whimpers and gasps. Your sounds of pleasure mix with his grunts and groans and curses and the delicious sound of bare skin smacking on bare skin. The symphony you create together bounces off pots pans plaster walls. “Fuckin’. This tight little pussy is gonna make me bust. Mmnh - fuck. Play with yourself doll. Make yourself cum. Make yourself fuckin’ cum on my cock.” You think you nod your head, but you’re not really sure. Either way, you brace your weight on one hand and use the other to draw perfect tight circles into your needy clit. The extra stimulation, added to Pales’ filthy words and steady driving driving into you, pushes you right over the edge. “Unnhh Pale. I- I’m gonna cu- I’m gonna-” “Yeah. That’s right. Cum on my cock. Cum on my cock in your dirty kitchen. Add to the mess. I’m gonna fuckin’ add to the mess. I’m gonna cum all over you. Fuck it’s disgusting in here,” he babbles and rants. You don’t even care that he’s continuing to insult your restaurant, even when he’s balls deep in you. You don’t even care because you can feel your cunt tightening around him and that ball of fire tightening around your insides. He fucks into one, two, three times more and everything explodes. You lurch forward, eyes pinched tight, cum with a shout. He follows right behind, pulling out of your still convulsing cunt, fucking his fist fast. Shooting sticky thick streams of cum onto one of your thighs, your exposed belly, and the counter. As he groans through the end of his climax, he smacks your undefiled thigh and grunts, “Shut it down doll.”

And you do.

You never enter another kitchen. Never cook another meal.

And never hear from Jimmy - Pale - again.

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Tagging a couple other pals who expressed interest for some reason lol @direnightshade​ @poetic-solo​ @blackredrose27​ @find-me-with-orion​

[psychadelickate]

NCIS - Gibbs: New Year’s Eve

Imagine: New Year’s Eve Word Count: 1733 Fandom: NCIS Pairing: Gibbs x Reader Gif: Not Mine Requested: Prompt: New Year’s Eve

“Gibbs would never agree to it,” McGee says. Yes, Gibbs has apparently softened in the last few years, but that doesn’t mean he’s okay with having more than four people in his house at a time, more so when he’s there as well. “Oh, come on McGee, how bad can it really be?” you’d asked. The look he shared with Bishop and Torres was more than you needed to know. “Fine, if you’re so sure he’s not going to blow a gasket, go ahead and plan it,” he tells you. “Then again he does seem more into you than he does on the rest of the team,” Jimmy adds and you turn to glare at him. Yes, Gibbs hasn’t head slapped you yet, or reamed you out as he did the others at times, but giving you more leeway… you weren’t sure. “You’re crazy,” you reply. There’s no way Gibbs is interested in you. Sure, you flirt and joke around, but there has never been a time where you’d thought it would go beyond that. “Besided, he has Rule 12. Remember?” Still, there was nothing lost in trying and so you’d went and planned the dinner anyway… reeling in Palmer and Kasie as well. For all his protesting and arguing, you’re almost sure Gibbs has enjoyed hosting New Year’s dinner at his home this year. Normally, Dr Mallard would host, but you had decided to make a change this year. Gibbs had looked murderously at you when you’d come up with the idea, but you’d ignored him and went ahead anyway. The worst he could do was stay in his basement the entire evening.

You’d organised everything with the rest of the team with each of them bringing a dish or two, whatever they fancied. There were no rules, though you were thankful when Jack had offered to make the turkey. You’d decided to stick with making dessert, it was what you were good at. Granted, you weren’t bad at cooking, but you didn’t want to risk it. Gibbs had wondered just how everyone would fit in the small area, but you assured him there was enough space for the entire team. You’d procured a round table, with chairs, that seated twelve and actually fitted in Gibb’s dining room space, and you’d found a rotating serving board that would make it easier for everyone to help themselves. Soon enough there were sounds of screeching and shrieking laughter. Victoria, Morgan and John McGee Jr were having the time of their lives. Yes, their parents were horrified at their behaviour, but kids were kids and they weren’t breaking things, they were merely having fun. You did remember the safety gates to cordon off the staircases though and the fireplace. Dinner had been lively and fun with everything being grateful for everything they had. Sure, it wasn’t their own families, but this dysfunctional one worked for some odd reason. Gibbs’ house had been transformed at evening; from the quietest, darkest house on the street to one where warm soft light and gentle laughter had escaped through the windows. The roaring fire in the fireplace had added to the cosiness of an intimate family dinner. Jack had been the first to start clearing up, informing everyone she had no intention of spending the countdown wiping and packing dishes. There was certainly more to life than that! “You really need to get a dishwasher, Gibbs,” Jack informs him though he simply shakes his head. “Not happenin,” he responds. “Well if you did, (Y/N) wouldn’t have to be using elbow grease to wash everything,” Jack continues. “I’m almost done, Jack. Just wiping down the counters,” you inform her. “Well in that case, I’m going to get a drink and join the rest of the team on the porch,” she says as she grabs a mug filled with one-part scotch and two rocks. You hear the click of the closing door a few seconds later. By the time you’re done with the counters and sink Gibbs is leaning against the doorframe, shirtsleeves folded halfway up his forearm. You have to remember to breathe… After all the noise and talking, Gibb’s house seems uncharacteristically quiet now, save for the iPod and speakers in the corner softly playing Christmas songs. “All done,” you tell him and turns to look at you. You see something flit in his eyes, but its too quick to call him on it. “(Y/N),” he says, and you meet his gaze. “Thanks.” You frown at his words. He has no reason to be thanking you, if anything, you should be thanking him for allowing you to use his home to entertain the team. “Gibbs -,” you start, but he stops you as takes a step closer to you. “No (Y/N), my house hasn’t felt like a home in years and this today… Thank you.” “Well there was only two ways this would go. You could have spent the evening holed up alone in your basement, or you could’ve joined us. I’m glad you chose to join us,” you tell him. “I know people don’t do New Year gifts, but I got you something, just to say thanks for allowing us to use your home tonight. I’m not sure how you’ll feel about it, but I thought it was an apt gift for you.” You can see he wants to protest but you don’t let him, instead holding the bag out for him to take. “Aren’t you going to open it?” you ask, your enthusiasm bubbling out. He shrugs his shoulders and then proceeds to open it. There’s a fair amount of tissue paper, light blue, which he places on the counter and proceeds to pull out the gift from the bag. It’s a plush toy. A teddy bear, to be exact. A medium sized, soft, plush, white teddy bear, clothed in a red sweater, with the Eagle, Globe and Anchor emblems on it.  You’d also managed to get it personalised with Gibb’s name on the back of the sweater. It’s a marine bear… You’d thought of him as soon as you’d seen it. Sure, he was gruff and stoic on the outside, but once you got to know him, he was a total softie on the inside… A genuine laugh escapes him. “I’ll take that as approval,” you tell him. “Yeah,” he says, still examining the bear. “I’m glad you like it.” He straightens from the doorframe and takes a step closer to you. “Thank You, (Y/N),” he says again, this time with a kiss to your cheek. “Happy New Year, Gibbs,” you say in reply. He’s cheek is still pressed against yours, neither of you ready to move. You breathe him in. He smells like wood and Cool Water, and something essentially Gibbs. And then you feel his hands on your back, pulling you into him. You don’t resist. You know this is a turning point in your relationship with him. Yes, you’ve flirted, but he’d never asked you out, officially. But this… this feels completely different. “That’s not how you give a New Year’s Kiss,” he deadpans, lazy smirk gracing his mouth. Your heart starts racing… You feel him move against you, his cheek brushing yours until his mouth is almost touching yours, just a few millimetres separating you. He whispers your name and you look up at him, giving him permission to kiss you. He’s about to do so when you hear McGee calling out for the two of you. “Hey guys, the countdown’s started, you’re going to miss the fireworks,” he says and the moment is broken. Gibbs is the first to break away and you internally cuss at the disruption. “Don’t wanna miss the fireworks,” you tell Gibbs as you grab a coffee mug and head outside, Gibbs two steps behind you. Everyone’s out on the porch, kids included, and you come to a stop at the wooden railing. The countdown is at six already. You feel heat behind you and then a body come into contact with your back. Five… You don’t need to check who it is, you’re already intimately aware of Gibbs’ scent. Sawdust, and something innately Gibbs and for some odd reason Cool Water perfume; even though he claims not to use the stuff. Four… He places a hand on your hip, warm and heavy and you know nothing is going to be the same after this. Three… You’re so surprised at his next action that you lose focus of everything else but the feeling of him placing open mouthed kisses on your neck. Your hands squeeze into fists. Two… “Gibbs,” you whisper when the world comes exploding back, wanting to ask him if he’s sure about this. One… You don’t get the chance to because the countdown has stopped and the ball has dropped and everyone’s cheering and the next thing you feel his Gibb’s mouth pressed to yours, his lips brushing gently over yours, waiting for you to give him access. You do. And then he’s deepening the kiss, putting his everything into it. It’s hard and fiery and passionate and you really can’t get enough of him. You pull him closer to you, one hand on the back of his neck making sure he can’t pull away from you while the other cards through his hair. You don’t want to stop kissing this man… And then the need for oxygen overrides everything, and you pull away from him, but he doesn’t let you go. He allows you just enough space to note that he’s panting, his pupils are blown and his cheeks tinged pink with the cold. He keeps you in his space and as soon as he gets some semblance of his breath back, kisses you again. This time it’s hot and heady and it makes your toes curl, and you cling to him afraid if you let go, you’ll fall, your knees weakened by the intensity of his kiss. “That’s how you do a new year kiss,” Gibbs tells you and this time you’re the one that can’t help the laugh that escapes you. Nick looks confused, Jack, Bishop and McGee less so, but Jimmy, Jimmy is the one to voice it. “Took you long enough, Agent Gibbs,” he says and Gibbs fixes the medical examiner with a glare, but it doesn’t scare Jimmy. Not tonight when there’s promise of new things to come.

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TIVALI

16- Family is more than just DNA

Gibbs' house was pretty quiet. He was sat at his kitchen table. A cup of hot coffee in front of him, he was reading the newspaper when his front door opened and voices raised from outside. He turned to the entrance to see Tony holding a bag in one hand and a Adam in his car seat on the other hand. Gibbs smiled and he heard them arguing about Ziva's ability to drive:

-"I am not saying that our children are not safe when you drive, I am just saying that I want them to reach the age of majority.."

Ziva cursed in hebrew. Tali rushed from behind her parents and crashed on Gibbs to give him a strong hug. Gibbs smiled and kissed the top of her head:

-"hey kid"

Tony stopped in front of Gibbs, placed Adam's car seat on the table and said:

-"Oh hey boss, you look well... changed something in your hair ? just kidding, it's good to see you"

Gibbs smiled. Tony was there for less than a minute and he already wanted to head slap him. They both shared a man hug. Gibbs hugged and kissed Ziva before turning his attention to Adam. Gibbs bent toward him to take a better look. Adam was looking at Gibbs, curious to discover this new face. Gibbs smiled and said:

-"he looks like you DiNozzo"

A proud smile spread on Tony's face and Ziva cut him off before he had time to brag about it:

-"let's hope that he only inherited his look and not his attitude"

Tony continued:

-"she's just mad because I told her that her way of driving was not suitable for low ages children. Actually it's not suitable for anyone who wants to stay alive. Come on tell her Gibbs"

Gibbs walked back to the kitchen to get them some coffee. On his way back with cup of coffees he answered:

-"never had to complain about her way of driving"

Tony sighed:

-"why am I even trying ?"

Tony, Gibbs and Ziva were gathered around Gibbs kitchen table. Tali was on her father's lap. Tony asked her:

-"hey wanna see something cool ?"

Tali nodded with excitement. He continued:

-"let's go see the boat"

They rushed to the door leading to the basement. Before they disappeared Ziva yield:

-"Don't break anything down there !"

But it was too late they were already gone. Gibbs smiled and asked:

-"how are you doing Ziver ?"

-"great, I am fine. I've been pretty busy recently" she smiled and stroke Adam's cheek. He was playing with the mobile hanging from his car seat.

-"how's DiNozzo handling this ?"

-"He is a great father. He is still adjusting but he is doing great. You should see them together, they are fond of each other. Adam is always looking for his dad when he hears his voice. I'm kind of jealous sometimes"

Gibbs laughed. Ziva asked:

-"how are you doing ?"

-"I'm fine Ziva, you know me. I don't change"

-"do you have news from Phineas ?"

-"yeah! he's doing great"

-"that kid has been through a lot"

-"He did, we all did"

There was an awkward silence between them, both remembered how his life was impacted by them. That moment was quickly broken by the sound of a broken glass. Ziva sighed and said:

-"you gotta be kidding me"

She looked at Adam on his seat. Gibbs knew she couldn't leave him alone to see what was going on downstairs. He said:

-"go on, I got him"

She thanks him with a smile and rushed to the stairs, ready to lecture her husband and daughter.

Once she was down the stairs she discovered Tony picking up some pieces of broken glass on the floor. Ziva crossed her arms on her chest and said:

-"what did I say about breaking things ?"

Tony tried to hide the piece of glass behind his back. Ziva looked at him with her usual "really Tony" look. Gibbs joined them with Adam now on his arms:

-"it's ok, it's just broken glass. It does not matter as long as nobody is hurt"

Ziva turned to Gibbs and noticed that Adam was now in his arms. She looked surprised. Gibbs explained:

-"He started to whine when you left"

Ziva smiled and her attention was dragged back to Tony and Tali. Tony quietly said to his daughter:

-"go on ask him"

Tali walked to Gibbs with her very shy and intimidated attitude and asked:

-"how will you get the boat out from your basement ?"

Ziva looked at Tony with a raised eyebrow. Gibbs smiled and crouched. He whispered to Tali's ear:

-"can you keep a secret ?"

Tali nodded. Gibbs whispered something in her ear and the face of the little girl enlightened as if he had revealed her the biggest secret of the world. Tony was eager to know the answer:

-"what is it ? How does he do it ?"

Tali looked at Gibbs and then back to Tony and answered:

-"it's a secret between me and grandpa Gibbs"

Tony was desperate:

-"WHAT ? You can't keep secrets from me, I am you dad"

Ziva laughed and said:

-"if you knew how many secrets she's hiding from you"

-"what ? Tali DiNozzo come back here !"

Tali ran upstairs and Tony followed her to try to get the truth about the boat. Before walking upstairs, Ziva took one last glance at the basement. Her memories hit back: Ari's death, her hideout when she was hunted by the FBI, her open heart discussion with Gibbs when she confessed that he was like a father to her, the first time she saw Gibbs after her fake death. She had been through so many emotions in this cave but it felt so much like home. Ziva was taken out from her thoughts by Adam's giggles. Gibbs asked:

-"are you ok ?"

Ziva took a second to answer and finally said:

-"yeah, I am fine, we should go upstairs before they burn the house down"

Ziva was on the garden with Adam and Tali. She had spread a cover down on the grass with some of Adam's favorite toys on it. She was playing with him while Tali was practicing her dance moves:

-"look Ima !"

-"I am looking baby"

Behind them was Tony. He was looking at them from away. He was sitting on the steps that lead to the kitchen when Gibbs walked out and held him a beer. They cheered and both took a sip. Both quietly looking at Ziva and the kids. Gibbs was surprisingly the first one to break the silence:

-"She looks happy"

-"I think she is. I hope she is. She still have some hard moments but..." he paused "I'm doing my best boss"

Gibbs smiled. Usually Gibbs would have answered "doing your best is not enough" but this time was over, Tony was no longer his agent, he was a father, a husband and he obviously didn't need his advice anymore. He had kept the promise he had made a long time ago to him in his basement. He had taken care of his family. At this time, it only meant taking care of Tali, who would have thought that a few years ago it would now means taking care of Ziva and his son. What looked like a tragedy at first, turned into a beautiful tale with what started to look like a happy ending at the end.

Gibbs and Tony kept looking at them for a few minutes until Tali shouted:

-"come on Aba !"

-"ha, I think I hear the sweet sound of the call of duty"

Tony took one last sip of beer and stoop up. Leaving Gibbs with his own memories of his family.

It was finally Thanksgiving again. The table and the food were ready. Abby, Ducky, Sloane, McGee, Delilah and the kids were already there. The door opened and everyone welcomed Jimmy, Breena and Victoria. Tony walked toward them to get their coats:

-"hey Palmer, I am glad to see that your hair got its color back"

Palmer looked embarrassed and whispered:

-"we should not talk about that... Breena is still pretty upset.."

-"copy that"

Ellie and Nick arrived a few minutes later. Ellie hugged Ziva and took a better look at her:

-"oh my god, don't tell me that you just had a baby and already look that amazing"

Ziva smiled, she was not quite sure what to answer, she had never been really good at receiving compliments. Ellie looked very serious and asked:

-"where is he ?"

Ziva didn't need her to be more precise about who she was talking about, she pointed at the kitchen and said:

-"he has been kidnapped by McGee and Abby"

Ellie rushed to the kitchen to meet the newest creation of the DiNozzo-David family.

Nick rolled his eyes and said:

-"thank you! Now she's gonna be so cheesy, I can already hear her high-pitched voice"

Nick was imitating Ellie's voice when she yelled from the kitchen:

-"I CAN HEAR YOU !"

Ziva laughed and Nick said:

-"Nice to see you again David"

-"you look better than the last time I saw your face... how's your nose ?"

Nick frowned:

-"you really wanna start this right now ?"

Ziva laughed and hugged Nick before leading him to the kitchen.

A few minutes later, the doorbell rang. Everybody was surprised by it. It was obviously someone who had no idea that Gibbs' door was always open. Tony said:

-"it must be my father"

He rushed to the door and froze. Behind the door was his father with a woman Tony had never seen before. Tony could feel his anger growing inside of him. He opened the door and let the new guests come in. His father greeted him:

-"Hi, Junior"

Tony's answer was very cold:

-"Dad.."

Senior was pretty embarrassed by his son's attitude. He tried to ignore it:

-"Natasha, this is Anthony, my son. Junior, this is Natasha, my fiancé"

Tony was about to explode when Ziva walked in. She could clearly feel the tension in the room. She greet everyone and hugged Senior. Senior introduced Ziva to his fiancé and then said:

-"I know I should have told you before but..."

Tony cut him off immediately by saying:

-"oh no ! Why ? This is the perfect moment for you to introduce me to my future ex stepmother"

And Tony walked away, leaving Ziva in a pretty awkward situation. She looked at Senior, he was obviously feeling bad. Ziva smiled and said:

-"Don't worry, I'll talk to him. Why don't you go to the living room ? Tali has been asking for you since she got up"

Ziva left them and walked to the basement where Tony was hiding.

Tony was pacing through the basement. He was mumbling. Ziva silently walked down the stairs and leaned against the handrail. She was looking at her husband in a very amused way. She had always thought that being upset looked pretty sexy on him.

-"you want to talk about it ?"

Tony jumped in surprise. He hates when she uses her ninja skills to scare him.

-"Not now Ziva !" He paused "He's never gonna change, he do this all the time. He disappear for month and then out of nowhere he reappears with a new girlfriend. Have you seen him ? He looks like a teenager. I got used to this but Tali.. What is she gonna think ? What ? Why are you smiling?"

Ziva was quiet. She wanted to laugh so much that she had to bite the inside of her cheeks to prevent from doing so. Ziva walked to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. She tilted her head and placed a soft kiss on his lips:

-"you talk a lot for someone who did not want to talk about it..."

Tony was about to argue but Ziva didn't let him:

-"you two are like cats and dogs" Tony looked surprised that Ziva got this idiom right but he let her continue anyway "and Tali is going to think that her pop-pop looks happy, even if it only last for a few weeks what's wrong about that ? Your father is a grown man who had his share of conquest yes. Do you want to judge him for that ?" She raised an eyebrow, Tony was really not the good person to judge him about this.

Tony reluctantly answered:

-"no.."

-"So can we go back upstairs and have fun with everyone ?"

-"yes but kiss me first"

He tried to kiss her but she dodged his lips:

-"are you going to be nice to Natasha ?"

Tony rolled his eyes and agreed.

-"alright then.."

Ziva kissed him passionately and they both walked upstairs. When they walked out from the basement they bumped into Palmer who asked suspiciously:

-"hey, everyone is looking for you. Wait, what were you doing downstairs ? Together... in the dark.."

Tony and Ziva shared an amused smile and Tony answered:

-"oh Palmer, this would make you blush" and they both walked away, leaving a confused Jimmy in the middle of the corridor.

Everyone was gathered in the living room. Nick was playing with Tali. He was faking to fight with her. Ziva walked by with a plate in her hands and said:

-"be careful Tali..."

Nick cut her off and said:

-"don't worry I'm not gonna hurt her ?"

Ziva smiled and answered:

-"I was actually gonna tell her to be careful not to hurt you Nick... it would be pretty embarrassing for you to get your ass kicked by my daughter too"

Tali burst out laughing and Ziva winked at Nick.

Adam suddenly started crying. Tony grabbed him and tried to soothe him but it was obviously not working. Ellie walked to him, took the little boy from Tony's arms and said with her high-pitched voice:

-"come on little nugget. Come with Auntie Ellie. It's ok. Shhhh"

Adam instantly stopped crying. Tony was obviously offended. He looked at his son and said:

-"you and I are gonna have a little talk"

Ellie sat on the couch and all the women in the room instantly gathered around her to get their share of the little boy. Tony looked at the scene and smiled: offended but proud. Ziva stopped by, placed her head on his shoulder and whispered:

-"DiNozzo all the way"

-"this kid is gonna be a heartbreaker"

Ziva nodded:

-"hm..hm... but of course, you gonna teach him how to treat women right ?"

-"of course... who do you think I am ?"

Ziva let a little laugh escape and returned to her previous occupation.

Nick knelt next to Tali and said:

-"let me see that cast. Your dad said you haven't been crying"

-"no"

-"you such a badass already"

-"what's a badass ?"

Tali check to see if her mom was mad at her for using that word, Ziva smiled and Nick continued:

-"a badass is someone just like your mom, a strong and brave woman"

-"I want to be a badass too"

-"oh I am sure you will. Come on let's make you a badass cast"

Ellie and Nick were gathered around Tali's arm. They were quietly drawing on her cast. Ellie tried to peak at what Nick was drawing but he hid it with his hand. Ellie rolled her eyes and said:

-"be careful with what you are about to draw. There is only one thing you can draw and it's not suitable for a 7 years old"

Nick looked offended:

-"why do you have such a low opinion of me. I can draw!"

Ellie mocked him and said:

-"sure"

30 minutes later, it was time to reveal their creations. Tali was holding her cast in front of her for everyone to see it. Nick was looking pretty proud when Ellie and McGee were looking at the cast in a skeptical way. Ellie tilted her head to see if Nick's drawing would look better upside down. She could not hold it anymore:

-"what is that even supposed to be ? A cat ? Or a duck ?"

-"what ? It's a butterfly"

McGee exhaled:

-"oh my god that explains a lot"

Nick turned to him:

-"what is that supposed to mean ?"

-"it means that your crime scenes sketch are crap"

-"my crime scenes sketches are art, you are just jealous because you are not gifted"

Tony, Ziva and Gibbs were looking at the scene from the kitchen. Tony and Ziva exchanged an amused look. They used to bicker like that too and it actually never left them.

Everyone was gathered around the dining table, everyone was chatting and the children were running around the house. Gibbs took a moment to enjoy this. Hearing his house filled with children's laughter was an amazing gift. He was drawn out from his thoughts by Tony saying to McGee and Nick: ⠀

-"she knows.. he told her yesterday and since then she refuses to tell me. You can try McGee, I have tried everything, she won't say anything" ⠀

McGee called Tali: ⠀

-"come here Tali, uncle Tim has a question for you..."⠀

Tali stopped by her uncle and he continued: ⠀

-"grandpa Gibbs told you his secret ? About the boat ?" ⠀

Tali nodded "you can share it with your favorite uncle right ?" Tali shook her head. ⠀

Ellie punched his arm and McGee moaned: ⠀

-"stop it McGee." Ellie pulled the little girl to her and said "don't mind them, they are stupid boys.. you gonna share it with Auntie Ellie right ?" ⠀

Tony intervened: ⠀

-"hey! If there is someone here she has to share it with, it's me ok ? Her dad.. right Tali ?" He placed Tali on his lap and said desperately: "I'll buy you a pony.." ⠀

Ziva threw her spoon at him and shouted: ⠀

-"TONY !" ⠀

-"alright,  alright... FINE !" He let Tali get off his lap and said to Ziva "come on ! You wanna know it too" ⠀

-"what makes you think that she really knows ? Maybe Gibbs didn't tell her anything and she's playing with you" ⠀

Everyone turned to Gibbs. He was clearly enjoying the scene. He shrugged his shoulder to let them know that maybe Tali knew or maybe not. ⠀

Nick took something out from his pocket and said:

-"speaking about secret.." he waved what seemed to be a piece of paper in front of me. Ellie tried to take it from him and begged:

-"Nick don't !"

Nick dodged her hand and kept waving the paper:

-"the other day I was looking for something in Mcgee's desk and I found this...(he waved it again) stuck under one of his drawer..."

Nick showed the paper to McGee who instantly turned white and stammered:

-"this is not mine ! Ziva, Delilah I swear this is something Tony left..."

Ziva's mouth dropped when she saw the picture of herself in her bikini from their mission in Los Angeles. Tony stood up, grabbed his son and rushed to the stairs, pretending that Adam needed his diaper changed. Ziva shouted:

-"TONY! Come back here !"

-"Sorry, can't, my son needs me!"

Nick then looked at the picture and said:

-"you are seriously telling me that this dude waited for YEARS to make a move to that woman"

Ellie punched his arm and Nick groaned and said

-"what ! I said that with a lot of respect"

Tony rushed back in the living room with Adam in his arms and Ziva chasing him:

-"you can't touch me I have a baby in my arms"

Ziva was on one side of the table and Tony on the other side. Tony begged:

-"why do you care ? You are my wife now, I've seen you with less than that bikini ! Come on Boss tell her she can't hurt me for that"

Gibbs didn't say a word, he grabbed the picture from Nick's hand and threw it to the flames on the fireplace.

Everyone looked at the picture through the flames. Ziva smiled victoriously until she saw that Tony was also smiling victoriously. She realized that this could only means that this picture was only a copy.

The situation was back to normal. McGee and Ziva were talking about the kids. McGee asked to Tali:

-"how is it to be a big sister ?"

-"I like it, except when I have to be quiet because Adam takes a nap. I hate that, but I like him anyway. He is funny sometimes but I can't play with him because ima says he is too little"

Ziva smiled, kissed her daughter forehead and said:

-"you should have seen her when we got back from the hospital. She asked for us to give him a tour of the apartment and we could not stop her from talking. When we asked her if she wanted to hold him she just left the room and gathered all the pillows in the house. She came back and set all the pillows around her to be sure that Adam would not fall on the ground. She's doing a great job. She's growing up so fast.

McGee turned his attention back to Tali and asked:

-"what do you want to be when you grow up Tali ?"

-"I want to be a warrior ballerina"

-"A what ?"

Tali was looking pretty serious about it:

-"I want to catch bad guys like Ima and Aba, I want to be a dancer ... and I want to take care of dinosaurs"

Ziva add:

-"Tony introduced her to Jurassic Park last week. She had been watching it over and over again. She loves dinosaurs"

Tony laughed and commented:

-"that's why she loves Gibbs so much"

His sentence was barely finished that Gibbs' hand struck the back of his head. Tony looked surprised since he thought that Gibbs was not in the room. Tony winced and moaned:

-"totally deserve it, sorry boss"

[mittensmorgul]

aroundmyself

  I’m a little confused with ep. 8. I thought Adams...

so i guess there were people who were annoyed by our existence and people who are annoyed by your existence (in the fandom, not literally. people live your lives fully)

I was making a joke. and I suppose you didn’t read the post far enough to see the conclusion:

But then 15.08 did something shocking, and humanized Adam, and actually made me care about him. Finally he was a real person I could empathize with, and not a ghoul or a plot device, you know?

Because that’s all he ever was before. And the passion for him was just baffling to me. Especially when it was typically delivered in pointed “Supernatural sucks and here’s why” lists.

They barely mentioned a character for a decade. They told us if he said yes he'd go to Heaven. I was making a joke about that, because the whole thing-- especially 7-8 years ago, was ridiculous.

I guess here’s a little story about my personal history in this fandom.

When I first showed up in fandom, after having watched through s7 at the time, I saw all the memes (they were EVERYWHERE, like half the posts about Supernatural would end up with a gif reminding everyone that Adam was still in Hell... there were campaigns to bring Adam back...). I couldn't understand it. He was a one episode (well, three if you count being a ghoul in 4.19 and being Michael in 5.22) character that in the one episode we actually met him, wanted nothing to do with the Winchesters. I couldn't figure out why people were so desperate to have him back, or how he would even fit into the ongoing story.

The only reason they rolled with Dabb’s original Adam plotline was specifically because Adam would already be dead when they met him. That... was the condition on which they went with the episode pitch, because they had no way to fit a random Bonus Winchester into the story. Actually maybe go read that link in the original post of Dabb talking about the purpose of creating the character in the first place.

And it wasn't *my* theory to start with, it was a common theory I read in the meta community at the time. Because that's what we do... we talk about canon and theorize about what fills in the blanks. Adam was apparently a blank people wanted filled in.

Go back and look up old lists of "Plot Holes Supernatural Ignores" and Adam is at the top of every last one of those lists (and there were a LOT of those lists back in s8-9 or so-- new showrunner, people were hoping to have some of their issues addressed in canon, I guess? Maybe it was just that era of tumblr where people lived for lists like that? Blame Superwholock? I don't know). And a lot of those lists were written by people trying to make the point that “Supernatural is a bad and terrible show that nobody should watch.” So unfortunately for me, who arrived in fandom at just the right time and wanted to actually find other people who ENJOYED the show that I did, rather than just shit all over it, the whole “Adam is still in the cage!” argument got mentally lumped in with the rest of the dumb things (that 90% of weren’t actually plot holes... there are also posts that debunk most of those lists, as well). But we didn’t have any final, definitive word on Adam.

FOR YEARS.

He was mentioned in 6.11 as a sort of “false choice” for Dean-- do you really think he would even CONSIDER saving Adam from the cage over Sam? Right. It was a guilt move. (and the first time I watched 6.11, probably only a few days after watching 5.22 for the first time, where Michael told Dean that Adam “wasn’t home,” I PERSONALLY assumed that Adam had gone to Heaven, as he was promised. The show still gave me no reason to think otherwise, not even Death giving Dean a guilt trip over what he was attempting to do for Sam, since THAT was basically the point of the whole episode.)

He wasn’t mentioned again until 10.05, by Marie, who also wrote robots in space into her musical. She was writing FANFICTION, which... the Adam line felt like the same sort of fanfic wish that a lot of her other plot devices were.

And that was it... until we saw him on screen in 15.08. i.e. AFTER Chuck blew up his own story. Not through Dean’s entire AU!Michael arc in s14, not when they all went back to the cage in s11 and let Lucifer out... Michael was mentioned a couple of times, but never Adam. So what reason did we have to assume he hadn’t gotten exactly what he was promised in 5.18?

ETA, because this is key, after Sam was brought back and had his soul returned, he never ONCE mentioned that Adam was actually still in the cage with him all that time. NOT. ONCE. That seems kinda the thing Sam-- being a Good and Caring Human-- would’ve felt was something they could’t let stand, you know? If he had really been locked in that cage with Adam for that year and a half. So SAM’S reaction (or complete lack thereof) was the biggest bit of evidence for me that Adam was never actually in the cage. I didn’t believe that Sam could actually let it stand if Adam had really been in the cage. But apparently he could... I am kind of uncomfortable about what this revelation says about Sam now...

And I found a bunch of incredibly thoughtful, well-reasoned defenses of the theory I personally had understood while watching. And the show continued not addressing Adam. After a few years, you sort of have to accept canon as it stands and move on. Especially after reading the creator of the character’s intent in creating him in the first place. ESPECIALLY when said creator is now the showrunner:

https://mittensmorgul.tumblr.com/post/184474002825/when-daniel-loflin-and-i-came-up-with-the-idea

The thing is, after s10, we all had even MORE fuel for our theory. After all, the second most common item on those “Lists of Why Supernatural Is Bad and You Should Feel Bad For Liking It” was Jimmy Novak. People 100% believed that Jimmy Novak was still rattling around inside Castiel, with the same fiery passion they still believed Adam was in the Cage.

This was another commonly debunked thing, often in the same posts and employing the identical headcanons and theories to fill in the blanks that were applied to Adam, because their situations were nearly identical. Angel possesses human--> angel explodes/is immolated/otherwise destroyed--> human soul goes to Heaven. At that time, there was actually MORE evidence to suggest that Adam was in Heaven than there was to suggest Jimmy was. Adam’s entire deal to say yes was predicated on it, while Jimmy only expected to go back to his “chained to a comet” experience with no hope of rest.

And then in 10.09 the show 100% confirmed that Jimmy had died the first time Cas was exploded (in 4.22, offscreen, we only saw the aftermath, so the video clip they used for the flashback was from 5.22, but the same thing happened in 4.22... so). If that wasn’t enough of a confirmation, we saw Jimmy and Amelia in Heaven in 10.20. That seemed, at the time, to be the definitive statement on what happens to human souls when their vessels are destroyed.

The show gave us little reason to believe that Adam wasn’t exactly where he was promised to go-- in Heaven.

And now, after we’ve learned about Chuck’s penchant for sending innocent people to Hell, and learned about the decade Adam and Michael spent with only themselves for company actually learning about one another and caring for one another... I am basically saying that the show found a way to actually make Adam and his story-- and the fact that it literally defies all other established canon-- interesting to me.

How... how is this... about you? A character created as a one-off joke in an episode that was basically one long Cousin Oliver gag, who was summarily wiped off the table by the end of the episode... but then repurposed for a Bigger Meta Plot Reason the following season... I find it FASCINATING that after being basically a joke in the show for the last decade, the writers have once again repurposed him for a Bigger Meta Plot Reason.

In case it’s not clear, I find this INCREDIBLY COOL, okay? I’m sorry your fave has never been my fave, and that I haven’t been holding a candle for his return all these years, but HOOBOY they got me interested in him now.

Maybe actually READ the posts you decide are a pointed attack on you personally before leaving bitter comments. Being impressed at a narrative callback that I was entirely prepared to hate is probably the best thing about s15 so far for me, personally, and that’s all my original post was attempting to state. With a bit of humor about my personal fandom experience. There was zero bitterness intended in any of this.

This show has over 300 episodes, and I’ve never been interested in descending into bitterness over a character who’s been absent from the narrative for a decade. As is my standard approach, I attempt to explain a thing as satisfactorily to MYSELF as possible, and then move on. It’s a healthy approach I highly recommend.

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“Hazelnut Gelato”: Joe Mazzello Imagine: Plus Size Reader

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Fighting with Joe....

Your blood boiled like lava.

Your veins bulged like the roots of a tree being ripped from the ground.

Your brain fired at full speed.

"Joe!" you snapped.

"What?" he snapped right back.

Truth be told...ya'll had been at it all day.

Neither one of you knew what crawled up the other's ass but you were both ill as fuck.

And being really shitty to each other.

So when you opened the fridge to see that there was literally an empty milk jug sitting on the top shelf.....

You just fucking lost it.

You didn't even say anything.

You didn't even think.

You just snatched it out and threw it at him.

He dodged it of course.

"Hey! What the fuck?!" he said, brows drawn together over angry eyes. "You nearly hit me!"

"That was the intention, Joseph." you nearly growled.

"Um, why?" he said.

Your eye twitched as you stared at the empty milk jug.

Three.

Two.

One.

"BECAUSE YOU PUT AN EMPTY FUCKING MILK JUG BACK IN THE FRIDGE! WHO PUTS AN EMPTY JUG BACK IN THE FRIDGE?!? THROW IT AWAY! THE GARBAGE IS RIGHT THERE BESIDE IT! AND THERE'S CEREAL MILK IN THE DAMN BOWL IN THE SINK, JOSEPH! IT'S SPRINGTIME MOTHER FUCKER! THE ANTS WILL BE EVERYWHERE! AND IT HURTS MY FUCKING FEELINGS BECAUSE YOU DON'T CARE.  YOU JUST LEAVE SHIT OUT BECAUSE YOU KNOW IT'LL DRIVE ME NUTS AND I'LL CLEAN IT UP BECAUSE MY FUCKING ANXIETY MAKES ME FEEL LIKE I'M LOSING MY MIND.  AND IT'S NOT FAIR. I'M YOUR PARTNER NOT YOUR MAID AND YOU DON'T CARE!"

Your chest was heaving when you finished!

And you were crying.

Of course.

Because this is what you did.  

You'd rather just avoid conflict and not saying anything and then it all builds up...and you break down.

Joe just stared at you which made you feel worse.

Your shoulders sagged and your eyes filled with tears again before turning around.

He reached out to grab you, to talk to you- but you just jerked your arm away.

"Just leave me alone."

You grabbed your keys and left.

You ended up taking the back way so he couldn't see where you were going if he decided to look out the window.

And you just walked.

Your phone rang and rang until you turned it off and just kept going.

You made it about three blocks before you came to an Italian deli/diner that you liked.

They always had the best fresh cold cuts and homemade gelato by Nonni.

Her name was Trisola Cappolina and her father was an immigrant to this country.  

He and his brother founded Cappolina bakery in their early twenties and it's been a long standing business in the neighborhood since.

But no one called her that.  

She was just Nonni - even if she wasn't your Nonni- she was your Nonni.

She was everyone's Nonni and you'd known her since you were five years old and came into the bakery with your lemonade stand earnings to buy fresh gelato every Saturday.

So it should've been no surprise when you came through that door and set down....that you had a bowl of freshly made hazelnut gelato.

It was a staple here and no one made it like her.

You smiled a little because you know how much Joe loved it.

A pair of weathered hands, a little knotted with arthritis but still strong with years of work settled on the table in front of you.

You looked up to see Nonni- of course.

Nonni was a beautiful woman in her 70s.

Her dark hair had long since turned white and she kept it braided into a long braid that fell down her back.

Her husband, Tony, still joked about it occasionally being his way to hang on tight to his wild woman.

They were honestly the sweetest people you'd ever known and had a love story that you could only dream of.

"Tell Nonni what's wrong." she said..."And eat up.  You're getting skinny again."

You snorted, "Nonni, I am in no way, shape or form.  And I've gained five pounds since I was in here last."

But you ate anyway.

She shrugged, "Eh, that man you have likes your soft figure anyway.  I'm sure he'll appreciate some more to hold."

A sad smile pulled at your features and Nonni nodded.

"Oh, it's the man then." she said. "Tell me what's happened."

You explained the events of the day and how you felt...and how you'd blown up and run off.

She listened and then she laughed.

You were damn near offended and it showed.

"I'm sorry, honey. It's just- you sit here with this heartbroken look on your face and I get that it feels that way. " she laughed. "But do you have any idea how many fights Tony and I have had?  I literally threw a cleaver at him when I thought he'd left the clothes in the washer all day.   To be fair, it was my dress for my mother's birthday and I was pregnant with our first child but ..."

You burst into laughter at that.

"The point is that- you're gonna fight, honey." she said. "That's natural.  And honestly, it's good.  You need to be able to do that without having an end of the world experience."

You bit your lip.

"And you're not having an end of the world, kid.  I promise." she said. "You're just upset and you need to blow off some steam and have something to eat.   Give it a bit and go home and talk to him.  I know that boy.  He'll be chasing you in no time.  Have you checked your phone?"

"I turned it off because he kept calling." you shrugged, feeling a bit bad.

"Good." she laughed with a wink.  "Make him sweat.  Just teasing darling but really, just give it a bit of time.  Let him blow off some steam and you can too.  In the mean time, how long has it been since you help Dante with the pizzas?"

"Forever!" you gushed, thinking back to your high school job.  "Can I?"

"Yes, you can!" her oldest son said popping his head through the wind.  "Get an apron on, wash your hands and get in here!"

The two of you laughed and you rushed into the back.

You were having a blast like you were sixteen again, making pizzas after school and your mood actually changed so much.  

You were thinking a lot clearer and poor Dante was thanking god for your sudden arrival.

No one had been able to replace you in that department and you were slinging them out like nothing had changed and that the dinner rush didn't phase you a bit.

Soon enough, the rush passed and you helped Nonni clean up when you heard the bell.

Her youngest granddaughter, Maria, manned the counter so you didn't bother to look up.

Nonni tapped you on the shoulder and pulled you over to the door.

You peeked through and your heart just melted.

There was Joe.

The love of your life sitting there looking like a kicked puppy.

His long fingers were threaded together as his hands rested on the table and he stared at them miserably.

"Ready to forgive him?" Nonni asked and you nodded with a smile.

"There's still a bit of today's hazelnut gelato in the cooler." she said. "I hear it's the best around."

You gave her a grin and a peck to the cheek before plating it up for him.

You were quiet as you made your way to his table and set it down in front of him.

"Oh." he said not looking up. "Thanks... I guess. Did I order this? I don't even remember but I guess whatever.  You know, my girlfriend likes this.  I like it too but it's her favorite.  Oh god, I really fu-"

"I hear Nonni has the best hazelnut gelato." you said with a small smile. "Good for settling arguments, I hear."

His head snapped up and his eyes locked on you.

"Babe?" he said confused.  "What are- why- how? Babe, I'm so-"

You glanced around to see that the diner was empty except for the two of you- and the owners in the back.

You simply sat down in his lap and you could basically see his body relax at the feeling of you in his arms again.

You wrapped an arm around his shoulders while your other hand rested on his jaw, "Listen, Joe. I'm sorry."

"No, babe- I'm - " he started.

"Let me finish." you said. "I'm sorry for yelling at you.  I mean, I did mean part of what I said.   How I said it isn't exactly what I meant and I certainly didn't mean to explode.  But I should've just taken a second to tell  you instead of letting it build all day and then exploding."

He shook his head, "Baby, I - I'm so sorry.  I promise, I'll do better."

"How about we both do better and I promise not to throw a cleaver at you when you leave wet clothes in the washer?" you asked.

He looked at oddly, "What?"

"Sorry." you shrugged. "Wrong love story."

"Nonni?" he asked and you nodded.  "She and Tony do have a pretty cool one."

He leaned in and brushed his nose against yours, "But I like ours much better."

"Me too." you said before pecking his lips and standing up.  

He whined of course.

"Oh, well if you don't want to join everyone else for the nightly ritual of eating the leftovers...I'll just eat MY HOMEMADE PIZZAS by myself." you said.

"Wait...you?   What the hell, babe?!" he said shoving you out of the way and barreling into the kitchen.

"She was holding out on me!" he said and proceeded to hug everyone before shoveling food into his face.

"Maybe you should come work here again." Nonni joked. "Takes me back to that sixteen year old little nerd staring at my protegee like she was the center of his universe."

"Thanks Nonni." you said before sitting down on Joe's knee. "Also, ha, Nonni just called you a nerd."

"Worth it." he said through mouthfuls of pizza.  

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What are we? - 2

I’m sorry it took me much time to post the second part, but with work and school, I had hard time to get free time to write! I really hope you’re going to enjoy!! Let me know!! and I’m so happy the first part was all received, I truly appreciate <3 

Warning : a bit of sex

Tag : @sammysgirl1997

(From Tim) : You’ve been gone for almost three weeks. Planning on coming back? We miss you.

Right after Gibbs told you to clear your desk, you drove like a mad woman to the building to do what you were told. Thankfully, no matter how drunk you were, you drove safely and weren’t arrested. The thing you hadn’t plan was director Vance still being here. “Agent Y/L/N, what are you doing?” he asked while you were under the desk, getting together the papers you just dropped on the floor. His voice surprised you and you literally knocked yourself on the wood desk and fell on your butt, holding your head. “Night, director,” you simply answered. Vance never saw you drunk but he could tell you were at this very moment. “Y/N, what are you doing?” he repeated. “Just—cleaning my stuff,” you paused. “Gibbs fired me,” the only thing you heard was a small chuckle coming from your director. “Tell me about that,” he sat at the edge of your desk with his arms crossed and you were still sitting on the floor. “I guess it’s just not working anymore,” you sighed, “that’s better this way,” you continued to get the papers, avoiding his gaze. “This kind of decision has to go through me, Y/N. And I say you’re not fired,” “Director, with all due respect—you don’t know everything going on,”

Before saying anything more, Vance bend over to help you and offered his hand to help you get up. “You think I don’t know what you feel for Gibbs? And what he feels for you? You’re underestimating me, Agent Y/L/N. But I really don’t think you leaving NCIS is the solution,” “I don’t want to spend the next ten years like the last. I’m tired of waiting for him,” you started to cry. Vance felt really bad for you. He’s been the director for 7 years, and he saw how much you love Gibbs and everything you’ve done for him. You put your own life away for him. “How about you take some time off first? Give you—and him, some time to think,” he offered, “what do you think?” You nodded.

Almost three weeks later, you were in New Orleans, staying at Dwayne’s apartment. The day after your conversation with Vance, you told Dwayne all of it and he offered you to come to Louisiana with him. “Distance may help,” he said. When he offered it, he wasn’t thinking of what could happened between the two of you but obviously, living with him made you closer. This time you were not drunk and you had sex. It became regular, and yet nothing serious, something casual. It just feels really good to be with someone you really appreciated, to feel appreciated too and wanted. You have to admit, sex with Dwayne is amazing, better than anything you’ve witnessed before even though you didn’t have a big experience.

However, days were very long. Dwayne and his team had a lot of work to do, you would help them some times but mainly, you’re bored in his apartment. And you can’t stop thinking about Jethro. You miss him, a lot. You haven’t heard about him since he “fired” you. A part of you would love to talk with him but the other is just so mad at him for being this stubborn.

One of the hardest part of being in New Orleans was being that far away for Morgane and John. Babies change too fast and even though you facetime Delilah almost every day, you can tell they have changed a lot in three weeks. Usually, you’re the one to call her but today, your phone rang and her name popped up. You almost hang up when you saw Tim’s face on the screen. “Finally!” he simply exclaimed, “You are definitely avoiding my calls and texts,” “Hello Timmy, I’m okay, what about you?” you avoided what he just said. “Y/N, can you have a serious conversation, please?” he pleaded and you sighed. “What’s up?” “Why did you leave like this? When are you coming back? Are you actually coming back? Are you dating Pride?” he spoke too fast. “A question at the time, please.” You paused, “I needed time off, I don’t know when I’m coming back and I’m not dating Dwayne,” “Thanks for the last answer, I can make everyone shut up. But seriously, I’m going crazy without you—Well, we all are cause Gibbs is driving us nuts!” “There’s nothing I can do about that,” you simply said. “Yes, there is! Come back! He is like this because you left,” “He fired my ass, Tim. What else was I supposed to do?” “He—what? No way,” he paused, “Wait, was it because you flirted with Pride?” “Whatever it was, he just did. You guys are lucky enough Vance saw me cleaning my desk, I’m just on time off for now,” “Ok, I think there’s something that may convinced you—Gibbs and Ducky had a fight a few days ago. They are barely talking to each other since then, and no one knows what it was about,”

You stayed silent. How was it possible? Why the hell did they have a fight? Them? That’s not something you thought could happened. What could you do about it? They are adults, they can make up things all by themselves… actually, you can’t help but to feel concerned about this fight and you hate it. You can’t leave DC for a few weeks without the team falling a part? “I’ll see what I can do,” you spoke up, “Can I see my godchildren now?”

**

In DC, Dr Donald Mallard was working on a profile. It was late and everyone had left already. But no one is waiting for him at home, so he doesn’t mind staying late at work. His phone rang, taking him away from his own thoughts. Your name appeared and he smiled to himself before answering. “Hello milady,” he greeted you. “Hi my Ducky Duck. How are you?” you casually asked. “I’m fine, what about you? How’s New Orleans?” “Life here is so different from DC, I’m having a lot of fun actually,” it wasn’t totally true but not a lie either. “How’s the team?” “I have to admit—we miss you here,” he confessed. “I miss you too, all of you. Even Gibbs,” you said on purpose, hoping it would bring up the fight they had. “Mainly him, am I right?” he softly said. “Ducky, listen. I heard you two had a fight—can you talk to me about it, please?”

It took you a few arguments to convince Ducky to talk about the fight but he finally did. And like you were afraid of, it was about you.

“Talk to me, Duck,” Gibbs said like always as he entered the autopsy. The doctor told him everything he found during the autopsy of the corpse they got the day before. Jimmy quickly left to bring something to Abby, leaving the two men alone. Gibbs was about to leave but Ducky called him before he reached the door. “Obviously, something happened with Y/N—but is she coming back? I tried to call her but she’s not answering. To anyone actually, what about you?” “Haven’t heard of her either. I don’t know if she’s coming back,” “Jethro, what happened exactly between you two?” “Nothin’. Can I go now?” “I guess you avoided the conversation with her, just like you’re doing now,” “Excuse me?” “I’m just sayin’—it’s been ten years, don’t you think it’s time for you to accept the feelings you have for her?” “Are you seriously giving me advices about love, Ducky? You? The man that never got married?” Gibbs answered with a bitter ton and Donald frowned, he was just trying to help two people he really care about. “Nevermind, Jethro. Keep ruining her life, you’re doing a great job,” If it wasn’t Ducky saying this, in front of him, Jethro would have exploded. But he stayed silent and left.

**

After hanging up with Ducky, you couldn’t hold back your tears. You cried like a baby for several minutes, it was all the tears you haven’t let out for years now. You were giving up everything you kept inside all this time. Not only your feelings for Gibbs and how miserable they make you but also how hard this job can be. Losing all of those people you loved, those missions in Middle East, the cases, the destroyed families, the time you were hostage in Paraguay with Gibbs for two months… How did you manage to still be standing after all of this? You’re seriously wondering. But one thing is sure, you can’t take anything more right now.

You didn’t hear Dwayne getting in the apartment. Before he could say anything, he heard you sobbing on the couch so he directly walked to you, sat and held you without saying anything. He just held you close to him while you calmed down a little. He stroked your hair and kissed it gently. “Wanna talk?” he finally asked when you weren’t crying anymore but you shook your head. “Just stay here,” you said.

After a few minutes, you raised your head from his chest to kiss him. You were craving for his kisses, his touch, his comfort, his tenderness. You wanted to feel secure and loved. Dwayne can give you that. He lost himself in your kisses for a moment but he knew he had to stop it. “Y/N…” he whispered, slowly breaking the kiss. You ignored him and tried to kiss him again but he turned his face. You gave him a questioning look. “Whatever’s going on, you have to fix it. You have to fix yourself, to get your life together instead of throwing yourself in my arms. I mean—I love being with you and maybe I have feelings for you but I know how you feel for Gibbs and whether it’s with me or someone else, you can’t get in a relationship without making things clear with him,” “It’s never going to work,” “Maybe not but you can’t live with a doubt, right?”

You hated to admit it but Dwayne was right. Things need to be clear, once and for all. Even if it can hurt really bad, that’s the only way you can move on. Whether it’s with or without Gibbs. The next morning, you were on a plane back to DC. When you arrived, you took a cab and gave Jethro’s address. He’s already at work, but you stayed there, on his couch the entire day. You were determined to get answers, and you won’t live his house without them. When the sun went down, you moved in the basement. Gibbs was working on a new boat, you walked around it and noticed how he named it. Your nickname. The nickname only him calls you by. A few tears got away from your eyes. You sat on his small bench and pressed play on his old floppy disk drive. It was Kelly’s playing the piano and talking to her father. Listening to this made you sadder. A part of you understands how broken and scared the man is. But you just want to make him happy. You turned on your own music, a song you’ve been listening for days cause it perfectly reflects how you feel.

See the stone set in your eyes See the thorn twist in your side I'll wait for you Sleight of hand and twist of fate On a bed of nails she makes me wait And I wait, without you With or without you With or without you

Through the storm we reach the shore You give it all but I want more And I'm waiting for you

With or without you With or without you I can't live With or without you

Softly singing over Bono’s voice, you didn’t hear Gibbs walking downstairs. Seeing and hearing you, he stopped himself in the middle of the stairs and sat there until the song was over. He heard you sobbing and his heart broke a little more. You considered listening to it again, but his voice got your attention. “That’s exactly how it is. With or without you, I can’t live,” he simply said. You walked where he was and sat on the stair, next to his feet. “Then--what should we do?”

You waited for his answer but he stayed silent. For a very long moment. But you waited, and waited, once again. A few times, he opened his mouth to talk but he stopped himself and didn’t speak. “Y/N/N,” he finally whispered. You looked at him, hopefully. His iced blue eyes were watered. He stared deep in your eyes for another moment and he finally moved. His face got closer to yours, determined but slow enough to give you the opportunity to object. But you didn’t and his lips reached yours. His kiss was soft but firm, shy and intense at the same time. His tongue searched from permission to get inside your mouth and you happily opened it. He picked you up easily to make you sit on his lap, his all over your body and yours in his hair and neck while you never stopped kissing. Shortly after, clothes began to fly in the basement. Feeling your bare skin against his, drove Gibbs crazy. He stood up with you in his arms and pinned you against the wall. The cold made you whined between moaning. You were so small in his arms, you both were loving it, your long hair sometimes got in the way of your mouths but Gibbs didn’t mind, he loved every part of you, from head to toes. He carried you to the living room and laid you on the couch. You whined again when he stopped kissing and touching you. You felt cold and empty, “J?” you asked. He quickly kissed your hair, “Just starting a fire,” You watched him setting the fire in his fireplace. This was better then you imagine. His body was amazing, his kisses were mind-blowing, just like his touch. Once he was done, he covered your body with his and kissed you again.

That night, you and Gibbs made love twice. It was slow, passionate and intense. You could easily described that night as the best of your life. The two of you fell asleep on the couch, naked bodies pressed to each other, with the fire next to you. You slept before him and you didn’t hear him saying how much he loves you.

It was the first time in some many years that Gibbs could have sleep in. But unfortunately, it was Thursday, the team was working on a case and Ellie Bishop showed up very early. To her defense, her boss is already awake or at work at 7. When she walked in his home, she didn’t expect to find the two of you sleeping, naked. The blanket has been kicked away in the middle of the night and the first thing Ellie saw was Gibbs’ naked ass. Then your breasts. She uncontrollably screamed, covered her eyes and turned around. “Bishop? What the—” Gibbs said, before realizing what she must have seen. “Boss, I-I’m sorry, I—” she paused, “I’m just going to leave,” and she did. “What do you think traumatized her? My breasts or your ass?” you joked. “My ass is perfect, she’ll never forget what she saw,” he smiled.

Jethro softly kissed you, “Morning,” he said in your mouth. “Good morning, handsome,” you smiled. “Screw rule 6—I’m sorry, Y/N. For being a fucking idiot. I’m sorry it took me ten years, I’m sorry I—” you kissed him to make him stop. “Just tell me “Screw rule 12” and that’s enough. And promise me we’ll wake up like this, every single day,”

He nodded, “I love you, Y/N. More than you can imagine,”

[fangirlinsweden]

Promises 8

Pairing: Steve x reader                                                                        

Warnings: Fluff, teasing, a bit angst.

Word Count: about 2600 words.                      

Square Filled: Crying themselves to sleep for @star-spangled-bingo            

Summary: Y/N always keeps her promises. Always. This time that hurts her.  

A/N: This is my second fanfic series for the @star-spangled-bingo.

And I would like to thank @kaunis-sielu & @allaboutthebooz & @itsanerdlife for their help and support. These women are amazing writers, that you need to check out if you haven’t already.

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Steve walks over to you. It is so quiet in the room that if someone dropped a needle it would be heard. Steve handed you one of the presents, to begin with. It was neatly packed in dark blue paper with stars on it and a big silver bow. You opened it carefully and he looked anxious on you. Inside was a box that you lifted the lid on. Inside was a Tardis. You looked up at Steve, with big eyes. “I know it’s not a real TARDIS, but I know that you needed a new lamp” He blushes and looks down in the floor. You lift it up so everyone can see your Tardis. You smile up at him, but before you could say anything to thank him handed you the next present. You placed the box with the lamp on the table and took the next present. It was packed in the same way as the first present. A bit heavier. You opened it and let out a gasp. Inside the package were first editions of J.R. Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings trilogy. Everyone is curious so you show them what Steve had gotten you. Your father smiles and looks at you nodding. You knew you just got the approval of Steve. He had not bought you some expansive jewellery or anything meaningless. No, he had shown that he knew you better than any other man you had ever been involved with. You open your mouth to say something, but you can’t come up with something to say. Your head was empty. So you stand up and give Steve a kiss on his check and then you pull him in for a hug. You hold him a bit longer than you had with anyone else. You hear a bit of shuffling and when you look around, everyone had left you alone. “Thank you, Steve,” you say and pull away from him. You felt your face feel warm under his eyes. You could not recognize the look in his eyes. You stand looking at each other for a minute. Steve opens his mouth to say something, but the room gets dark and you see everyone coming back from the kitchen with a cake with candles on. They start singing ‘Happy Birthday’. You hear Steve sigh before he joins them in singing to you. “Come on, blow out the candles, so we can celebrate that you yet survived another year,” Tony smirks at you when they stopped singing. You laugh, it was a good way to put it. So you close your eyes and make a wish. Then you open them and take a deep breath and blow out the candles. Everyone cheers as you get every candle on the first try. You look up and meet Steve’s eyes. You smile at him. “So, what did you wish for?” Peter wonders. You turn your eyes to Peter and wink at him. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” you sass and the group laughs. “I bet she wishes for world peace” Clint chuckles. “Nah, she wished for more Jimmy Coo heels,” Nat says looking at you smugly. Wanda looks at you and winks. Tony looks from Wanda to you. “Oh, come on,” he groans. “Wanda, we are not all mind readers.” Wanda shrugs and you all walk back to the table to eat some cake. Tony is mumbling under his breath. “Tony, stop it,” Pepper says. “Its bad luck saying what you wished for.” Tony looks over at you squinting his eyes. “If I get 10 questions I bet I can figure it out.” You just shake your head. “My wish right now is for you to drop it,” you say and you take a bit of the cake. It tasted so good that you almost moaned out loud, but you kept it in. It seemed like you weren’t the only one who loved the cake, everyone was devouring it. It made you smile.

 After the cake, your father heeds home, but not before telling you that he really liked your friends and hoped he could come over soon again. You smile at the thought. All of your family spending time together. That was perfect. You walk to your room to change into your pyjamas. You had sent everyone else to do that as well. So far the evening had been amazing. Your best birthday so far and you still could not get over Steve’s gifts. They were kind of a chock, he had listened to you. He had given you something that you wanted. Every present had been on top and really showed you that the people around you loved and cared about you. And that they knew you for you. Your family. You get ready for the movies. Tony had let it slip that he had one last surprise up his sleeve and you were curious of what that could be. He always had things up his sleeve.

 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~

 Steve stood beside you by the treat table. He looked at you and you smiled at him. He looked relaxed in a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. His hair was a bit ruffy as if he had dragged his hands through it. He looked down at his hands then up at you again. “Y/N, I know I don’t deserve a new chance with you. But I promise you that I will treat you better if you just give me a chance,” Steve’s voice was a bit hoarse. “Steve, this is just words,” you said with a sigh. You still had feelings for the man and even though you had decided to give him another chance you were weary. Maybe you were better just as friends. He could hurt you again. “Please, go on one date with me,” he begged and you could feel yourself waver. Maybe you should. You didn’t know. You looked over at Nat who shrugged her shoulders. Then you looked at Wanda that nodded to you. “One date,” you said after a while. Steve pumped one of his arms up in the air. You could not help but laugh at his gesture. “You won’t regret it,” he said and gave you a kiss on the cheek and walked over to the couch to wait for the first movie to start playing. “What did I just agree to,” you whisper to yourself, but Wanda and Nat heard you. “Maybe this is a good thing,” Nat said and walked over to you. “A way to move forward or to get a kind of closure.” You nodded and you looked over to where Steve sat. He was already looking at you and the butterflies exploded in your stomach. He gave you a big smile and you bit your lip and turned around to the candy again. You took a piece of chocolate and almost let out a moan. They had really gone all out with the expansive chocolate for this.

Tony walked into the room in a pair of silk pyjamas ala Hugh Hefner. “In honour of Y/N birthday and her fangirling I have gotten a hold on the movie Tolkien and the new Disney movie Lion King” Tony announces with a loud voice. You let out a scream before started to dance around, doing your happy dance. Everybody is looking at you laughing. Two movies you had talked about since they were announced that you just wanted to see. Now you got to see them on your birthday with your family. “Which movie are we starting with?” Tony asks you. You stop dancing and think about it. “Tolkien,” you say after a minute thinking. “Tolkien, it is,” Tony says. “Everyone get your snacks and drinks in order. The movie starts in 5 minutes.” You walk back to the snack table and starts taking what you wanted to eat and drink. When you are finished you look over to where you were going to sit. The whole team was waiting on you and the only free space was beside Steve. You know this was the teams doing, and usually, you did not mind, but it been weeks since you cuddled up with Steve. Before everything had happened. Steve is looking at you and you give him a smile. Then you walk over sitting down next to him. You try not to sit to close, but not too far away either. Steve takes your candy and drinks at putting it on the table before pulling you closer to him. Tony starts the movie before you can say anything to Steve, so you settle in next to him. Trying to not feel how nice it was being this close to him, feeling the heat from his body.

 The first movie was better than you ever would have thought. Nicholas Hoult played J.R.R. Tolkien perfectly and you already wanted to see the movie again. Tony had declared a bathroom break and time to get more snacks. You stood up stretching some before you left to go to the bathroom. Sitting next to Steve the entire movie had made it a struggle at times to keep your focus on the movie. He had affected you more than any other man had ever done. When you get back, Steve is sitting waiting on you. He smiles when he sees you, then pats the place beside him. You laugh and walk over to him. This time you sit down closer to him from the start and lean into his body. Wanda looks over at you and gives you a wink. She nudges Nat with her feet and makes a gesture to Steve and you. Nat throws one popcorn on Sam and flashes her eyes to you. In the end, the whole team was looking at Steve and you.  You looked over to Steve hoping that he had not seen what they were doing. But he had his eyes on you. Steve had always been the best cuddle buddy, the one you wanted to sit beside when the gang watched movies together. You settle in against his body, trying not to blush under Steve’s gaze, as Tony starts the new Lion King Movie. You are well aware that Steve was looking more at you than the movie, but you try not to dwell on it.  

 When the movie was finished you look around the room. Steve and you were the only ones still awake. You laugh at how cute Wanda and Sam was, sleeping together. Wanda had her head on Sam’s chest and Sam’s head was on Wanda’s head. Steve looks down at you with a big smile. He tries to suppress a yawn but fails miserably. “You can go to bed, Steve,” you say standing up. “I can take care of this.” You gesture to the people sleeping in the room. You take a couple of pictures of your family sleeping, with a big smile on your lips. “No, I will help you,” He says walking over to Bucky and Nat, carefully waking them. You wake up Wanda and Sam waking them up. Then you wake Tony and Pepper. While Steve wakes Bruce and Peter. Clint wakes up from Tony’s whining about being woken. You all say goodnight and you walk to your bedroom. Happy, but tired. Almost falling asleep on your feet. The minute your head reaches your pillow you fall asleep.

  ~*~*~*~*~*~*~

 Three days after your birthday you are in your room with Wanda, Pepper and Nat trying to get ready for your date with Steve. “Why am I giving him a chance? Is it wrong? Should I cancel?” You are freaking out looking at the black dress on your bed. “See this as a clean slate. A chance to see what you want. You agreed to a date. Not a marriage or an eternity together,” Pepper says trying to calm you down. “It’s Steve,” Wanda says. “You know you are safe with him.” “And you know you want to go,” Nat smirks. You sit down on your bed. Deep down you know they were right and you really wanted to go on a date with Steve. You took a couple of deep breaths. “All right let’s do this,” you say standing up. The girls start talking about make-up and shoes. You are smiling and having a good time. There is a knock on the door. “Someone is eager” Nat smirks. “You still 40 minutes until the date is supposed to start.” Wanda goes to open the door. Tony is outside the door. “Sorry Y/N,” he says and you feel your shoulders sag. “We have a mission. All man on deck. Fury’s orders.” You nod and the girls look as defeated as you felt. “Wheels up in 30 minutes,” Tony says and walks away. “I am so sorry, Y/N,” Pepper says taking your hand. “Hey, I know this was part of the job when I signed up to be an Avenger” you joke looking around the room. “It’s hard having a normal life when you need to save the world.” They nod, knowing exactly what you were talking about. “Go get ready and I will meet you at the Quinjet,” You say making Wanda and Nat leave your room. Pepper stays. “Is there anything I can do?” she asks. You shake our head. “Sometimes I hate being an Avenger,” you mumble, being honest with her. She walks over to you and gives you a big hug. “You will get another chance,” Pepper says. “I mean, the man is crazy for you. Do you really think the cancelled date will change that?” You shake your head and get ready for the mission.

Before you walk out of your room, Pepper pulls you into a hug. “Stay alert, stay alive,” She whispers in your ear before letting you go. “Don’t let your head get clouded by Steve and you.” You nod and walk away to join the team.

  ~*~*~*~*~*~*~

 Steve walks over to you in the Quinjet. He is rubbing his hands on his pants, and then he sits down next to you. “Can we have our date another night?” he asks with a low voice. You look up at him and give him a smile. “Of course,” you answered and place a hand on his arm. He smiles big at you and you let at a small laugh. “Did you think I would back out because our job got in the way?” Steve shrugs looking down at the floor. “Steve,” you say moving your hand to his hand. You lace your fingers together. “I’m not backing out. We will have our date.” He looks down at your hands locked together then up to your face. He lets out a deep breath. “Good,” he says and gives you a kiss on the check. You both sit back and wait to arrive at the destination. Not letting each other’s hand go.

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

  Your orders were simple, go in and save the hostages. You took down every Hydra agent in your way looking for the hostages. Nat, Bucky and you had split up searching more ground. Steve, Wanda and Sam were also in the building, but one story down, also looking for the hostages. You swiftly take down a Hydra guard that been standing with his back against you. Nat had taught you many ways to do so without shooting your guns, and it was quieter. You hear voices from the room to your left so you opened it. You froze in the doorway.  

The woman in front of you where someone you never thought you would see in a place like this and much less experimenting on a man strapped to one of the tables in the room. The scene in front of you was horrifying. You felt your blood turn cold. “Mom” you whispered. “Oh, hey honey,” she said. “I have waited on you.”

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[buckysforeverprincess]

First World Problems

Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers

Words: 2061

Warnings: Language

A/N: This idea was taken from one of the panel’s where the person complained about standing in line waiting in heels. Who wears heels to a con, I don’t know. But thankfully they did, because it got the best response ever and I cranked out a fic!!! Enjoy!

Ugh! Why the hell won't she just shut the fuck up?! This was totally not how you wanted to spend your Saturday night, but once again, here you were; to say this was absolute torture was an understatement.  

Steve and you were sitting at the table in your shared apartment, listening to Bucky's latest date ramble-complain really, about her “traumatic” day, and you were over it! Death could come for you anytime, you'd welcome it over sitting here for another painful moment listening to her high-pitched voice and the bitching that would never end.  

It didn't help matters that you were in love with him and hated when he asked Steve and you to meet these women after he'd had a couple of dates with them. He was always looking for approval from his best friends, and he rarely ever got it. Maybe it was because you were in love with him and hated the fact that he didn't see you that way. Was it fair? No. Maybe one day he'd finally bring home a girl worthy of that approval. Today was not going to be that day!

“I mean-can you believe it?!” You rolled your eyes while looking down at your food. “She was taking so long! Like, what the hell? You work in service! You have to be faster than that!” She was so whiny, you had a hard time focusing on the plate of food in front of you.  

“So why didn't you just leave? Go back another day?” You almost wished you hadn't asked that. It guaranteed she'd continue to talk.  

“Because, I already waited two weeks to buy that dress, and I just had to have it! It really shouldn't have taken that long to ring people up! Like, my feet hurt so bad from standing and waiting for ten minutes, then it took her another five minutes to complete my transaction! Do you know what it's like to stand there that long in Jimmy Choo’s?! You just don't do that!” She looked appalled that you'd even asked that ridiculous question in the first place.

Yeah, this wasn't gonna work. Even Steve could see the fire burning inside you. He quickly dropped his fork and reached out to you, but it was too late. You were ready to explode and there wasn't anything anyone could do.  

“Who the fuck goes shopping in Jimmy Choo’s anyway?!” You asked giving her your best resting bitch face.

“Obviously someone that cares about their appearance! I do have a little respect for myself and like to look good when I'm out. Clearly it works. I'm here with James!” She smirks at you like she's just one up’d you. This crazy girl has no idea who you are!

“Fuck you and your first world problems!” The laughter erupts from the table and both men are in hysterics.

“Excuse me?” She asks, sounding offended and hurt.

“Why is looking good a ‘first world problem’? Taking pride in oneself should never be an issue!”

“No, it's called vanity and it's really not a turn on.” You tell her as if it's a new eye-opening experience.  

“What's your problem with me?” She's glaring at you, and you look to both Steve and Bucky wondering if they were going to stop this insanity. The two of them look blank, as if neither of them knows what to do or say, so if they are willing to play along and let this train wreck of an evening continue, you might as well give them they show stopper they're waiting for.  

“My problem?! Well, let's see...you're so self-absorbed you can't see in front of you!” She inhales a deep breath, shocked that someone would say such things to her, but she says nothing in her defense. Good. You have no intention of taking it easy on her. Maybe it's time someone told her how the world really works and does not revolve around her desires.  

“You bitched about the cashier. What the fuck was she supposed to do? Cater to your every need? Realistically, you walked out of that store with your Jimmy Choo’s on and an expensive ass dress; while that cashier was still there WORKING, taking care of asshole customers like you, making minimum wage and dreaming of wearing clothes you take for granted! So, pardon me if I give no fucks about you or your material wants and needs!”  

There's a clap next to you and you turn and see Steve clapping at your speech. Of course, he would. You shake your head and turn your attention back to the woman across from you, and she still sits there in a state of shock. You must have stunned her into silence and thank the lord for that! Her lack of response is golden and you for real can't take any more of her tonight.

“Bucky…,” you look towards your other best friend with a halfhearted smile, “if you’re looking for my approval, don't. I can't, in good faith or in any religion, give it to you. I seriously don't get what you see in these women. So, from now on, if you're looking for my validation, just don't. It's not happening.” You tell him as you push your plate away from you and stand up to leave the table. You've had enough of this shit to last a lifetime.

“Aww, poor baby! Are you jealous?” You hear her high-pitched voice ask and it stops you dead where you stand. “I know you're single, James told me. You must be jealous he doesn't see you how he sees me!” The bitch is goading you and you know it, and the guys do as well. Both men give out a groan knowing what is about to come next, and neither one of them has the will or the balls to stop you.

“You think you know me?!” You say as you turn around, a smirk across your face. “Let me tell you about me. First, I'll admit I have a thing for Bucky, however, seeing the girls he constantly brings home...I think I'll pass. Every one of them is the same; self-centered, materialistic, look at me bitches, and if that's what he's attracted to, then I hope he eventually makes enough to support your lifestyle without going broke!” Steve laughs at you knowing your analysis of Bucky's dates is highly accurate. He's seen it too but can't convince Bucky he needed to re-evaluate his standards.

“And second, let me know how all your vanity works out for you when you come to the ER covered in blood and I'm part of the team that saves your life!” The bitch is glaring at you but chooses to say nothing. Smart girl!

“Let me tell you how much I don’t care about your expensive dress if you come into the ER. Zero-fucks-given! I may not ever be the picture of perfection or beauty, and that's ok. I work twelve-hour days, wear scrubs to work that most days get covered in bodily fluids-making showering mandatory! My hair is rarely done because it’s easier to keep it in a bun. I sweat, cry, run, have panic attacks; I see patients on their worst days and pray to God that I don’t have to tell the parents of the kid that was just brought in on a stretcher they’ll never be able to see their smiling face ever again! I put all of myself into each person that comes through the door, so excuse me if I give no fucks about your vanity or your Jimmy Choo’s or any of your first world problems!” You can feel the redness in your cheeks as you finish telling Bucky's date off.

None of the three-other people in the room made any movement or sound. If a pin were to drop, everyone would hear it. Your words had left them all speechless, trying to process the impact of what was said. When the silence was broken after several tense moments, it wasn’t the voice you had most expected...instead, the voice that broke the tension was the very man that had invited this woman in your shared apartment in the first place.  

“You should go.” Bucky's tone was flat and void of any emotion.

“Are you serious?!” She questions him with raised eyebrows.

“Leave. Now!” He says with a little more force when she made no attempt to remove herself from the chair.  

The second time was more effective, and she got up with a huff and stomped her way over to the door. “Hope you know I'll always remember this, James!” She yells back at him when she opens the door.

“I'm counting on it!” He smirks back at her, immediately watching her throw her middle finger up at him as she exits the apartment, slamming the door behind her.  

You look over the two men left in the room, Steve sitting there still stunned, Bucky's head now lowered in the direction of his long-forgotten food. “Steve can you give us a moment?” Bucky says never looking up.

“Yeah, I-uh, I'm-I'll just go for a walk.” Steve stutters, getting up from the table and heading to the door. “Let me know if you need anything!” Looking back at you, walking out quieter than the woman who left just a few minutes prior.

“Why didn't you tell me?” The door has only just closed when the words come from his mouth.

“Would it have mattered?” You're still standing near the table, not moving from the spot you had planted yourself at earlier.

“I had no idea. I thought-I thought you didn't see me like that.” Bucky finally look up at you with a soft smile on his face. It's a smile not used often, but one you've seen him direct at you on more than one occasion.  

“It doesn't matter…,” you fold your arms to your chest embracing for the impending rejection, “I've seen the girls you've brought back for my approval. I will never be your type.” You lower your eyes no longer able to look in his direction.  

Bucky stands up and walks over to you, placing his hands on your upper arms. “Hey, look at me.” His voice is soft, and you slowly look up and into his blue eyes. Bucky pauses, taking in the sight of you looking at him and a loving grin appears on his face. “You've always been my type.” He whispers and moves in, placing his lips to yours in a kiss that should have happened so long ago.

It starts out slow, both of you testing the waters, but increases in intensity as time passes by. Your arms are no longer to your chest and have made their way to the back of his neck, caressing it softly. Neither one of you wants to stop, but you know you need to before things get even more heated than they already are; so, you pull back, breaking the kiss, both of you out of breath and panting for air.

“That was-”

“Long overdue.” Bucky interrupts, but his observation is spot on. “You don't know how long I've wanted to do that!” Bucky laughs and rests his forehead on yours.

“Seriously, Barnes?! Why the hell did you keep bringing those girls home?” You push him off you but are grinning ear to ear.

“Because you didn't show an interest-ouch!” You reached out and smacked his arm, not hard, but enough to cause a reaction.  

“For fuck sakes, all those women I had to meet! Ugh! Un-fucking-real, asshole!” You were yelling, but it was more of an excited, happy yell. The revelation of Bucky having feelings for you was all you ever wanted. You had every right to be happy in this moment.  

“So, what now?” You ask him, and he moves over and places his hands on your hips.

“Well I was hoping we'd start out with a date, followed by lots of kissing, a declaration of love, and a happily ever after?” Bucky placed his lips to you in another soft kiss. It's gentle and full of promise and you could get used to this every day.  

“As long as you leave your first world problems at the door, I'm all in!”

Bucky laughs and nods in agreement. “From now on, you're my only first world problem.”