#ok i actually read the drabble yesterday but i wanted to make you a surprise so im SORRY if the colors look kinda bad but i was in-

[yeowangies]

Feeling lucky

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PAIRING: Goku/Reader RATING: Explicit CONTENTS: Modern Setting AU, No Powers AU, Explicit Sexual Content, Attempt at humor, Some fluff. WORDCOUNT: 2725

Summary:

“I heard your conversation over the phone, and I was wondering if I could maybe join you? I’m new to this city and I was going to eat alone anyway.”

Notes:

I started writing this today, and I want to do it in like... and hour or so, I did this to relax my mind and try something easier to read and write. And I wasn't planning on writing over 2k, but as I kept going I realize that wasn't gonna happen... And I obviously took more than an hour to write...

This is based on a prompt that I don't remember where I read it, but it's person A being stood up on a blind date, and person B overhears and asks if they can join them for dinner.

Originally a drabble but got out of hand? Anyway enjoy lmao

“This is the last time I’m letting you set me up with someone!” You yell angrily at your phone. “No, he’s not ‘a little late’, he stood me up!”

Your friend keeps making excuses over the phone. Maybe he’s lost, maybe he got confused. But you’ve been waiting for like 30 minutes, and that’s a lot more than you’d wait for anyone. 

“Look, I’m angry at you right now, but I’m angrier at the jerk who didn’t show up. And I’m hungry. I’m hanging up now.”

With that, you hang up. It’s not like this is going to ruin your friendship or anything. But you are hungry. Taking a look at the menu again to check if you weren’t up for anything more substantial, you look for the waiter to finally order something other than water, but a stranger is standing really close to you, startling you.

“Sorry! Didn’t mean to scare you!” He says, holding his hands up. “I heard your conversation over the phone, and I was wondering if I could maybe join you? I’m new to this city and I was going to eat alone anyway.”

You look at him, bewildered. This guy is actually really cute; tall and with disheveled hair and a surprisingly lovely expression on his face, in contrast with how broad his shoulders and chest are. You were supposed to have a blind date, so this is close to being the same situation, right? And this is a public place, so you shouldn’t worry too much in case he’s a psychopath or something. 

“You heard my conversation on the phone?” You ask him, playfully. 

“Well, you were kinda yelling.” He chuckles.  

His smile is adorable. You look him over for a second before nodding and gesturing to the seat in front of you. 

“Thanks. I’m Goku, by the way.” He says, sitting by the table.

You introduce yourself just before the waiter shows up, asking if you were ready to order. It surprises you that Goku actually orders a lot of food. 

“You’re not gonna make me pay, right?”

“No!” He laughs. “Don’t worry, I have money.”

“Okay…” You look at him, a little amused but warily. 

“So you were stood up?”

“Ugh, yeah… My first date in like a year and… he probably saw me and left, or something…”

“Aw, I don’t think anyone would do that.”

You look at him with a raised eyebrow. Goku is still smiling sweetly at you, is he just being friendly? 

“What about you, are you really new to the city?”

“Yeah, I just moved in yesterday. And I don’t really know anybody.”

“ If it’s ok to ask, why did you move?.”

“I… recently got divorced.” 

Oh. 

“Me and my ex just get along fine now, but our son has to go to high school so… I moved in here with him.”

“You have a son?!” You ask, unashamed, with eyes open wide. He does not look like he has a son that goes to high school. 

“Yeah… I have two, actually.”

You would have spit water had you been drinking, but you’re glad you weren’t. 

“Is it that surprising?” Goku asks, scratching the back of his neck, obviously a little nervous. “I got married at 18 and we had our first kid right away…”

“You don’t need to explain anything, I’m sorry. You just don’t look that old…”

“Thanks.” He smiles at you, making you blush a little.

“So, um… how old are your kids?”

“Gohan is 23, and Goten is 13.”

You sigh, a little relieved. Goku is insanely attractive, and you’re glad you’re not the same age as his oldest son. 

You want to start considering this a date, but you wonder if Goku would feel the same. He’s divorced, maybe he’s not ready to date, and he just wants a friend; he did say he didn’t know anyone in the city. Maybe the best thing to do is see how things flow during dinner. 

When the food arrives, you’re stunned at how much he can eat. You haven’t seen anyone eat like that ever, and you can’t help but smile as he basically swallows down plate after plate. 

“Are you a world champion eater?” You tease him after you both finish your meals.

“No!” Goku chortles. “I did win the Martial Arts Tournament a couple of times, though.”

“Really?!” You look him over for the umpteenth time. That would explain the size of his body.

“Yeah! Haven’t participated in one in a while.” 

You drink down your glass of water in one gulp. It’s insane this specimen of a man is single currently, and sitting at your table. You have no idea what having children is like, so you can’t judge, but what is there even to argue about with a husband like that?!

Except maybe… You look at him as discreetly as you can, your eyes going as further down as they are allowed to until the edge of the table gets in your line of vision. There’s nothing you can tell from your angle, but he couldn’t be small, could he…? Not with those muscles he has going on, but…

“Um…” Goku interrupts your train of thought, looking a little nervous. “Would it be okay if I ask for your number?”

You blink. 

“You’re really nice, and I don’t even know this city well, so… maybe you can show me around?”

“I… Sure, I don’t mind.”

“Great!” He smiles widely, handing you his phone for you to type in your number.

Once you’re heading out, Goku holds the door open for you to step out as you put your jacket on. It’s already pretty late, and you’re considering calling a cab to your place, even if it’s not too far. 

“Do you live nearby?” He asks you. “Maybe I can walk you.”

“My place is just some blocks away, but it’s fine-”

“I’ll walk you.” He offers you a gentle smile. And you can’t say no to that. 

On your way there, you’re glad Goku actually seems to like to talk a lot. He makes you laugh easily, and even makes you blush from time to time. He’s incredibly charming, and you start to feel a little self conscious about the fact that he’s walking you home. You want him to come into your apartment, but the line is still blurry about this dinner being a date or just a friendly meetup. 

“This is where I live.” You point out once you’re in front of your building. “I had fun!”

“Me too!” Goku blushes slightly, and it catches you a bit off guard. 

Neither of you say anything for a second, as you wonder yet again if you should ask him to come up. 

“Is it okay…” He speaks first, and you fix your eyes on him. “Is it okay to kiss you?”

“Yeah… Yes, I’d like that.” You stumble with the words as you feel your face inevitably heat up.

Goku smiles softly as he puts his hands on your shoulder and leans in. You meet him halfway, getting on your tiptoes, as your lips touch. It’s a gentle kiss, just lips pressing against lips, but it still sends shivers up your spine, especially when one of his hands slides up towards your neck, and his thumb caresses your cheek. 

When you pull away, you’re breathless and your mind is clear. 

“Do you… wanna come up?”

He nods eagerly, and you grin, tugging at his hand as you walk into the building. When you close the door of your apartment, you kiss him again, bringing him down to your lips by the shirt, as he makes a noise of surprise. It’s a more hurried kiss than the previous one, but just as soft; you don’t want to rush into things, but something just feels right. 

“Is this okay?” You ask him, pulling back a little to look at him.

The gleam in his eyes is enough for an answer. Goku puts his hands on your hips and leans down to kiss you again, hungry and needy. You return it with the same intensity, tugging at his jacket as you walk backwards towards your bedroom. 

Clothes fly across your apartment, and you’re both in your underwear by the time you fall onto the bed, lips barely ever parting. You run your hands up and down his back, and God, it’s insane how hot he is, his muscles flexing underneath your fingers. Breaking the kiss, you push at his shoulders to make him lie on his back against the mattress, and he eagerly complies. 

You take him in as you straddle his hips, and you can’t believe how defined his muscles are as you run your hands down his chest. Hell, you can probably wash your clothes on his abs if you wanted to! Goku grins cheekily the more you stare, softly trailing his hands up your thighs and squeezing your hips. Blushing slightly, you lean down to kiss him briefly on the lips before trailing down his neck and his chest, slowly dipping lower. 

Hooking your fingers on his underwear, you pull it down, and you’re finally face to face with his erection. Relief washes over you when you realize he’s not small at all. Hunger settles in afterwards, mouth watering as you wrap your hand around his cock, stroking it gently. He groans low, sitting up on his elbows, and you smirk at him before darting your tongue out to taste him. 

Goku stares at you through hooded lids, enamored, as you lick up and down his length, before wrapping your lips around the head. You take your time, trying to get more of him into your mouth, flattening your tongue on the underside. He whispers your name, running his hands through your hair, holding it up and away from your face for a better view of your actions, and you mentally thank him. Once you reach the base, you try hard not to gag as you hold in place for a second before pulling away. His hips stutter when you take him in again, dragging your lips all the way down in one swift move. 

“Fuck…” Goku pants, tugging at your hair lightly. His hips buck in again, and you know it’s time to pull away. 

He pulls you in for a sloppy kiss as soon as you crawl over his body, rolling you over so he’s on top once again. You gasp when you feel his hand sneak in your panties, purposely caressing your clit. Your legs twitch and you cling to him tighter the faster his fingers move. Trailing his lips lower, he pushes your bra up and away from your chest to take a nipple into his mouth. 

You moan when Goku slides two fingers inside you, arching your back as he keeps softly swirling his tongue over your nipple. You move your hips in time with his fingers, trying to get more of them, but he’s keeping a leisurely pace at the same time he keeps stroking your clit with his thumb. There’s heat rapidly pooling in your lower abdomen, so you promptly tug at his hair when he switches sides to kiss your other breast.

“Hurry…” You whimper, not too embarrassed to sound desperate. 

Goku grins down at you as he pulls his fingers away, sitting in between your legs to pull down your panties. 

“You’re gorgeous…” He says, staring at you while you discard your bra on the floor. 

“And you’re insanely hot.” You reply, making him laugh and lean down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. 

You smile against his lips while reaching for the nightstand to look for a condom. He takes it from you as soon as you grab it, briskly putting it on before holding your hips closer. He locks his eyes onto yours, and you feel your entire face heat up under his gaze as he slowly guides his dick towards your entrance. 

When Goku slides in carefully, you gasp, bracing yourself with your hands gripping his arms like an anchor. He feels even bigger now that he’s inside, and his previous work with his fingers has left you in a haze. You moan loudly when he buries himself to the hilt, closing your eyes shut at the sensation. 

“You feel amazing…” Goku says in a hoarse voice, and you glance at him to see his eyes filled with lust. 

He grips your hips before pulling back and thrusting in. You feel his cock, hot and heavy, opening you up slowly with his every move, and you couldn’t help the sounds spilling from your lips. He’s groaning loudly too, and it’s one of the sexiest noises you’ve ever heard. How can this man be so adorable but so hot and so good at the same time?

You pull him in for a searing kiss, wrapping your hands around his neck. Goku returns it just as hungrily, grunting against your lips as he speeds up, slamming his hips against yours. The moans you make keep growing louder every time his cock hits inside you just right, and you’re not actually paying attention to the kiss anymore, but you need to feel close. 

The faster and deeper his thrusts become, the more you realize you’re closer to the edge than you thought you were. Goku breaks the kiss to trail his lips down your jaw, kissing and nipping at the skin there. You wrap your legs tightly around his waist, like you’re afraid he’ll stop, making him groan low. The knot in your stomach grows tighter and tighter and it’s too much, he’s making you feel intense pleasure in such a short time, you can’t explain it. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna…” Goku barely pants against your ear.

You feel his thumb rub against your clit then, and that’s all you need to go over the edge. Your body shudders beneath him, moaning as you see stars behind your lids. You hear him curse under his breath as he keeps thrusting inside you before he growls loudly. His cock pulses inside you as he comes, pumping into you, riding his orgasm, before coming to a halt. 

Goku kisses you passionately before pulling out, and you keep your hands wrapped around his shoulders, panting against his lips. You could feel the smile on his lips as he trailed soft kisses down your neck before rolling off you. 

You feel completely out of it as the afterglow settles in. This man is definitely one of the best, if not the best sex you ever had, and you only met him by chance. When you look him over, he’s smiling at you, completely happy, as he wraps one arm around your shoulder. He even looks more attractive then, with hair sticking to his forehead, and his skin sweaty from the activity. You return the smile, snuggling closer as he discards the condom on the trashcan by your bed. 

Goku moves to sit up after a while, and you look at him with sleepy eyes when he stands up.

“You can stay if you want…” You murmur languidly. 

He turns to smile at you as he reaches for his pants, looking inside his pockets.

“Okay, I just have to text my son so he doesn’t worry.”

You make a noise to acknowledge what he said, slowly closing your eyes. You’re dozing off when you feel the bed shift and an arm wrap around your waist.

The sunlight filtering through the window wakes you up, and you groan sleepily when you hear Goku’s loud snoring beside you. It luckily did not disturbed you last night, but then again you’re lucky loud noises most of the time do not bother you. You look around for your pants that you know are somewhere on this floor, and you reach for them without getting up once you locate them. 

It’s almost 9 in the morning, but it’s Sunday, so you don’t worry. Looking at your messages, you read one from the friend who had set you up with that date last night; she’s apologizing and telling you she has other friends she can set you up with. You laugh quietly, and look over at the man sleeping beside you before replying to her message.

Don’t worry, I already got lucky last night. 

[irontinystar]

Efficiency

for my dear @ad1thi who wrote this adorable snippet 💞

Open for better quality!

[allisonlol]

Hi how are you? First I wanna tell you that your writing is amazing and I really enjoy reading you work. Keep up with it💕

So... can request headcanons (or drabble, whatever you prefer) where the reader asks Nikolai gogol (they're dating) to cut her hair? I think his reaction would be funny cause he seems to care deeply about his hair...

Tysm and also, no pressure!💕💕

a/n: i'm doin pretty good, thank you sm :D this is such a cute req i added some others as well if that's alr <3 it's fitting since yesterday i literally chopped off all my hair lmao, i feel like nanno now hehe

warnings: implied fem reader, no specific hair type or length mentioned

(Nikolai, Dazai, Chuuya) When Their S/O Asks Them to Cut Her Hair

Nikolai

i can't decide if this is a good decision or a disastrous one

granted he does have pretty hair and seems to take good care of it himself but...

i just think that nikolai + a pair of scissors + your hair = a possible disaster

but you were willing to give it a try, apparently

when you told nikolai that you wanted him to cut your hair, his face lit up immediately

throws you into a chair and pulls all the stuff he needs out of his overcoat??

you're starting to have second thoughts that this MIGHT not be the best idea when he literally grabs a chunk of your hair and just...cuts it off

too late to stop now huh 0-0

mf also doesn't let you look in a mirror until the very end?? so ur anxiety was skyrocketing while he does who knows what to your hair

teases you at the end and won't flip the mirror around for you to see so you YANK it out of his hands

but?? you're shocked to see it actually looks?? really good??

bro even styled it for you like damn! nikolai why are you busy being a terrorist when you could be a hairstylist instead!

& depending on the length you wanted it he may have given you a little matching braid like his <3

Dazai

um so we all know how i feel about him

and i'm sorry but there's no way this is turning out the way you wanted it. like why would you even let this man bring scissors near your hair

you'd wanted to change your hair pretty drastically and figured hell, why not ask your bf so you can save money instead of going to a stylist

and sure it's a great idea on the surface, but this is dazai we're talking about

ofc he's all excited about it. won't shut up about how he's going to make you look "better than ever before" ??

dazai's like "i do my own hair so, as you can see, you can trust me" mf all i see is ur goofy ass uneven haircut but ok

another one who won't let you look into the mirror until he's finished

does it in like 10 minutes too?? and that's when you KNOW something's gonna be very wrong

spins your chair around to face the mirror and you're fr flabbergasted. like >:0

pls you jump up from the chair and are ready to start throwing punches ngl!!

let's just say you lost more money afterwards trying to get it fixed than if you'd went to the hairdresser in the first place

Chuuya

aah. my beloved <3

so. you either hate or you love chuuya's hairstyle and i'm one of the mfs that loves it (it is very gorgeous to me??)

n i already know y'all are gonna be like "how ru gonna say dazai's hair is bad but like chuuya's" it's an acquired taste alright

some may call it BAD taste but i think this man knows what he's doing when it comes to hairstyling. not as good as nikolai, but you can trust him whenever you wanna change things up

i feel like he's definitely nervous about it tho :') like he's just so worried he'll mess it up & you'll be mad lmao

hit him with the "so you can't do it? alr i'll ask someone else" and BAM he's shoving you down in a chair & asking what you want done with ur hair

works every time

is overly cautious. sits you right in front of a mirror and fr asks "is this ok" before cutting each section?? ur just like "yes sweetie, for the third time that's fine" :')

chuuya just wants you to be happy okay

the end result is no surprise since he basically walked you thru the whole thing but, i'll have you know it looked great <3

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[fandomfluffandfuck]

Ok I couldn’t find my ask and tbh idk if I actually sent you anything lmfaoo I think I may have thought about it but then didn’t?😂idk I loved the touch starved lil Drabble your wrote yesterday😭I was rereading @howdoyousleep3 suckling fic (if you haven’t read it omg check it out it’s so cute)and it made me think about alpha steve babying omega Bucky in front of the team? thinking what if like maybe Bucky crashes really hard after heats bc hydra suppressed his heats for so long and now that he is having them again he is really needy a few days after his heat😭and Steve has to carry him around everywhere, sits him on his lap, cuddles him, feeds him, and maybe he needs a bottle to drink water, and Bucky always suckling at Steve neck, his thumb, idk just real fluffy and the team is so surprised to see it but they help Steve out by helping him make food bc he only has one hand tryna carry Bucky and other cute stuff😭idk my mind went on down a spiral😭I just love the idea of Bucky being vulnerable and Steve just being the perfect protector/alpha/care giver🥺🥺🥺

Hi! Yes I fucking feel that haha, all of the time I think about doing shit and then just,, don’t? My brain is shit like that lol. Thank you for dropping by again <3

Thank you!! Yeah, that was a lot of fun to write too, I’m glad you enjoyed it too! I always worry with asks that people won’t like what I write for them lol 

My referenced drabble

@howdoyousleep3 ‘s referenced suckling drabble (or the one I thought you meant lol - either way it’s FANTASTIC)

Oh ho ho, I was just thinking about A/B/O today, yes. Alpha Steve and omega Bucky (or vice versa lol) will always have a place in my heart. 

Oh, yes! Good thought. Good thought. 

That’s definitely something I can see happening, Bucky crashing after heats. Especially in the beginning after he’s deprogrammed. In my mind I’m thinking it’s a bit like a sub-drop? Right? Like all those hormones are gone suddenly and he’s crawling out of his skin a little, sitting between wanting Steve to keep being all over him and cuddly but also sort of almost being touched-out y’know? Like he spent so long not being touched unless it meant violence and then he reentered the normal world and any touch was good touch, so it gets a little confusing. 

“Steve has to carry him around everywhere, sits him on his lap, cuddles him, feeds him, and maybe he needs a bottle to drink water, and Bucky always suckling at Steve neck, his thumb, idk just real fluffy and the team is so surprised to see it but they help Steve out by helping him make food bc he only has one hand tryna carry Bucky and other cute stuff😭idk my mind went on down a spiral😭I just love the idea of Bucky being vulnerable and Steve just being the perfect protector/alpha/care giver🥺🥺🥺” 

Ahhhhhhh yes, yes all of that happens!! I- I just. Yes. I love that with my entire heart. 

My mind instantly went to the morning after Bucky’s heat breaks and they have to go down to the communal floor in order to get food and water because they’ve used up what they had. Which, the communal floor is where all the rest of the team is on this particular morning (maybe they’re having breakfast together? Maybe they just got back from a mission where Steve and Bucky were exempt because they were on blackout protocol for their mating cycle? Who knows? Not me lol).

Anyway, they go down to get food and Bucky is just- clinging. to. Steve. 

He’s gone full-on koala bear, hugging him, his legs tight around his waist, face buried in his neck so he can constantly scent him, y’know? 

And the whole team is just kind of slack jawed because that’s the fucking Winter Soldier being carried around. Carried around by Captain America. 

It’s too early for this shit.

They all kind of freeze, not exactly knowing what to do because Steve doesn’t say anything about it. He doesn’t even acknowledge that they’re there even though he totally knows they are. His already serum heightened senses have to be heightened even more after spending a week with his omega in heat. Yet- he just walks silently to the kitchen, absently stroking a hand down Bucky’s back while he holds him up with his other, locked intimately to that area where thigh meets ass. 

They all watch as Steve fumbles his way through making them something to eat, holding Bucky up one handed. He ends up sending a couple of empty cups sprawling (which makes him have to stop what he’s doing because Bucky whimpers, half-startled by the loud noise) and dropping a bag of chips onto the floor. He bumps into a couple of things too.

It’s very endearing. Very reminiscent of his mile wide stubborn streak. Refusing to put Bucky down even for a second. 

Thor is the one to try and step forward but Sam stops him, worried that the huge, literal God of an alpha will set off Steve’s own alpha instincts of protection with Bucky so recently out of heat. 

So they all just sit back and watch. 

Steve starts whispering to Bucky. Bucky nods and Steve sets him down on the counter, keeping one hand on his thigh until he can’t possibly, getting too far away as he quickly gathers some things with both of his hands free. But he appears right back in front of him again in the blink of an eye. 

The blonde holds a bottle of water out for Bucky to grab but doesn’t give it to him, changing his mind at the last minute, because his hands are shaking. Instead the alpha unscrews the bottle himself and holds it to his lips for him. 

The team watches as Steve helps Bucky drink, cupping his jaw and rubbing his thumb over his cheekbone while his throat bobs, swallowing. When he needs a break to breath, Steve brushes his thumb tenderly over his mouth, wiping away the excess water and allowing Bucky to lap at the pad of his finger. He offers him more water and reluctantly Bucky lets his thumb go.

The process repeats with even more intensely intimate finger licking and sucking until the bottle is gone. 

The sense of rubber-necking through the team is strong. It’s like trying to look away from a car crash but the car crash is so unbearably sweet that it’s minutely sexual as well as rotting their teeth. 

Steve feeds his omega by hand too, gathering what he got earlier closer. Bucky takes whatever he gives him, docile as a kitten and purring like one too. The omega even pauses to nuzzle into his palm or kiss or suck at his fingers when he’s between bites of food. 

Steve’s not even blushing. Everyone else is though. Blushing and smiling, blinking while wondering if they should be watching or not. None of them have ever seen him not blush at literally anything that’s somewhat sexual or intimate. 

But he’s… he’s not now. He’s entirely focused on his mate. He doesn’t have time to blush apparently. 

When Bucky is done with eating, rather than taking what Steve holds up to his lips he thumps his head down in the center of his chest. Steve eats what he was holding in his palm instead, growling low and deep in his chest, enabling Bucky to feel the vibrations under his cheek. He strokes one hand through his hair and eats with his other. 

When he finishes Steve re-gathers Bucky in his arms. Steve looks at the food he has laid out. Obviously he wants to take it with them back up to their den, their floor, but he can’t hold all of it while also holding Bucky. He frowns at the small pile. 

But before he can do anything about it Natasha pads forward, literally treading lightly. She comes around his side carefully, weary of those alpha protector instincts 

(Side note: we know from the MCU that Natasha was sterilized as were all “black widows” and in the A/B/O ‘verse I, personally, HC that she would’ve forcibly had her scent glands surgically removed in a similar process. Making her unable to bond through bite marks too. It makes her smell essentially human, as in, she has even less of a scent than a beta. Which is why she doesn’t fuck with Steve’s alpha instincts. She’s not a threat in his hindbrain’s eyes) 

Silently gathering all of their things into her arms and walking back up to their quarters with them. Pretending to gag - while biting back a smile - when Steve affectionately rumbles at Bucky and Bucky purrs back, suckling at his collarbone and wrapping himself tighter around his alpha. 

[neverendingdream111]

“A stubborn friend” [Diluc x gn!reader]

> It was almost 10 pm when you finished the last comission for the day

> To say you were tired was a big understatement, and the only thing that was on your mind was getting some well-deserved sleep

> But then you remembered you had one more thing to do - you had to deliver a message to your friend, Diluc, from the knights (they weren’t on the best of terms since the incident and Kaeya was one of the most annoying little shits people in Mondstadt, you were a messenger of some sort)

> Wanting to get this over with, you headed to Angel’s Share, hoping to find him there

> Seems like the Archons (Venti) wanted to make this even more difficult for you, because behind the bar stood Charles, which meant that the redhead wasn’t on shift tonight

> Since you were a regular visitor at the tavern (not because you liked drinking, no, that was a job for Kaeya and Venti who you often found yourself looking after when Diluc was at the verge of loosing his patience for the two), you decided to talk for a little while with the present bartender, who gave you the information that the person you were looking for was most likely at Dawn Winery, working on some paperwork

>You thanked him and said your goodbyes, heading to the Winery

> It didn’t really matter to you that it was late - you were more than capable of protecting yourself. After all, your reputation as one of the strongest members of adventurers guild didn’t come from nothing, right?

> Anyway, your trek went smoothly and soon you found yourself standing at the entrance of Diluc’s home

> Adelinde - the head housemaid - let you in, saying that the owner was in his office. The staff knew you well, considering you came here quite often. Be it a commission or just because you wanted to see your friend; you definitely didn’t need a guide to show you where to go, so you headed straight to the room where Diluc was

> You weren’t even surprised when he had told you without raising his head that he didn’t need anything and wished to not be disturbed, most likely thinking you were one of the maids

> You just walked across the room, stopping in front of his desk and placing the envelope right on the document he was currently reading. You only took your hand back when he finally met your gaze, which took him a few seconds after recovering from his surprise at the action

> “What are you doing here?” he asked, opening the envelope, his crimson orbs quickly scanning the contents of the letter

> “Playing a messenger, if you haven’t already noticed” you shrugged, crossing your arms “How long ‘til you finish all of this?”

> He just sighed, placing the letter on a nearby pile of papers “I don’t know, possibly an hour...”

> “... or five. Look, I know you have insomnia and your job is important, but we talked about this, Diluc. You need to get some rest” you narrowed your gaze, exasperated at his behavior. It wasn’t the first time (and most likely not the last) when a situation like this occurred. If there was an even bigger workaholic than Jean, it was without a doubt him

> “I thought you were merely delivering the message?” he raised an eyebrow at you, clearly too tired to argue

> “I’m just being a good, caring friend, and that’s how you repay me?” you gasped dramatically, placing a hand on your chest in mock offendence. A glare from him caused you to stop your ministrations, sighing again at his stubborness “But seriously, you should go get some sleep”

> “I cannot--”

> “Diluc” you interrupted him, now compeletly serious “It’s not up to discussion”

> He stared at you for a moment longer, and...

> ... ignored you

> this man--

> “Ok, that’s it” you started gathering his papers on one pile, so he couldn’t reach for them, and then placed them on the coffe table that stood in front of a sofa on the other side of the room “I tried being nice but apparently, it didn’t work”

> “Y/N--”

> “No buts, mister, you’re going to rest whether you like it or not” you then marched up to him and grabbed his arms, forcing him to stand up. He didn’t fight when you led him to his bedroom, too exhausted for this now

> He might be stubborn but you were even more so

> When you finally reached your destination, you helped him out of his coat that he still wore and placed it on the back of a nearby chair. Then you exited the room, letting him change into more comfortable clothes. When he was done, he just opened the door and sat on the bed without a word

> You soon joined him, and then he decided to speak up “We both know that I will most likely not fall asleep...” he murmured, slight irritation still evident in his voice

> “You do have a point here...” you sighed, thinking about a way which would help him

> Then you came up with an idea

> You undid his hair tie, letting the crimson waves fall comfortably on his shoulders, and he immediately grabbed your wrist, somehow startled by the move

> “What are you doing?” he asked, a light pink dusting his cheeks

> “It always helps me to calm down when someone plays with my hair, so i figured it’d work for you as well” you smiled sheepishly, for the first time this evening not so sure of your actions

> He looked at you for a moment longer, letting go of your arm and sighing, allowing you to continue

> Delighted at the fact that he actually let you touch his hair, you had to contain your excitement as to not hurt him accidentally, slowly brushing his locks with your hand

> Diluc wouldn’t admit it out loud, but your touch did soothe him. His shoulders relaxed and eyes closed, as he unconsciously leaned into your hand

> Usually work was on his mind, occupying almost all of his daily routine, but now the only thing he could think about was the way your fingers combed through his hair, and soon enough his thoughts were drifting towards you in general

> You two had... An unusual friendship, that was for sure. You have known him ever since you were children, along with Kaeya. After the death of his father, he thought that he’d lose you as well, just like his brother, but instead you stayed. Not only for him, as you were friends with the Cavalry Captain to this day, but either way it mattered to him the most at that time

> Ever since, you were an anchor of some sort for him, a person he didn’t need to put up his facade around, which he was grateful for. Truth be told, you could be a lot sometimes, but you always meant well. You both helped each other in their time of need, always there for the other. Be it a big problem like defeating a group of Abyss Mages roaming near the city, or a small one, like giving an honest opinion on something

> He helped you and you helped him. Just like today

> You knew he’d have problems falling asleep, that he wouldn’t stop worknig, so you had to force him to get some rest

> It worked, thank the Archons, as he slowly felt himself drift off, his head a too big of a weight that he desperatly tried to hold up

> You noticed his struggles and smiled to yourself, carefully detangling your fingers from his locks. That earned you a confused and oh so tired gaze, at which you squealed mentally because of how adorable he looked

> “Lay down” you whispered, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. It took him a minute to process what you said, giving you a nod and slowly making himself comfortable under the covers

> a big, tired baby ajsadkadkja

> You just smiled contentedly at the sight, happy that he let you see him, so vulnerable and exhausted it made warmth spread trough your chest

> Again, you smoothed his red hair delicately, marvelling at how soft it was, making sure he fell asleep

> Which he did, obviously, if you couldn’t tell by the slow rising and falling of his chest

> So you whispered a soft “Good night”, turning off the lamp on his bedside table and carefully leaving the room without making any noise, closing the door behind you

> When he woke up, he could admit that it was probably the best he’s ever slept since the passing of his father

> With a small smile on his face, he got dressed and came down to eat breakfest, greeting the Winery staff whenever he passed them. After he was done eating, he headed straight to his office, dreading yet another day spend behind his desk organising the documents

> Imagine his surprise when he entered the room and saw everything that previously occupied the desk, now neatly sorted into small piles

> He quickly looked over the papers on the first pile, seeing it was put in perfect order

> His shock quickly turned into confusion. Who did this? The maids don’t come to his office unless asked to, and the last time someone was there was yesterday when you--

> Oh

> So that’s what happened, then

> He huffed, shaking his head with a smile

> You really were something

First drabble on this profile! It turned out way longer than I expected, haha.

Have a nice day/good night!

16.02.21

~Nana

[wiypt-writes]

Stark Spangled Banner

Ch47: The Terrible Twos Part 2: Fuck off, Clown.

 Intro: In the fourth year since the snap, Jamie enters the terrible twos.

Warnings: Bad Language words. Smut (NSFW, 18+)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

A/N:  So this chapter is kind of a little different to the others here really, as it’s almost like a collection of long drabbles detailing their life over 2022. And just a little reminded, Phobias, Steve admits to Katie he has a fear of clowns…keep that in mind! @angrybirdcr​ really did outdo herself with these edits too...

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Chapter 48 Part 1

Stark Spangled Banner Masterlist // Main Masterlist

 September 2022

“Mom.” Emmy’s voice was soft and Katie instantly looked up from her laptop. “Where’s Dad?” “He’s gone for a run, well as much of a run as he can with Jamie hanging off his back.”  Katie said, frowning slightly as she saw her fifteen year old daughter wasn’t dressed for school. “Is everything ok? I can call him.” “No, it’s fine. It’s you I wanted to talk to.” Emmy hovered from one foot to the other. “I err…”

She looked down at her feet, a huge flush on her face. Katie closed her laptop and stood up. “Em, what’s wrong?” “I think I, well, no I know I err… I started my period and…” “Oh, Sweetie.” Katie chuckled slightly as she wrapped the girl into a hug. “You feeling okay?”

“Erm, I got cramps and I’m really tired.” Emmy mumbled, her cheek pressed against Katie’s shoulder “And, I err, I got some on the sheets.”

Katie smoothed back Emmy’s hair and shrugged “It’s no big deal. I’ll get you some painkillers and why don’t you go have a bath, I’ll sort your bed and then we’ll sit and watch shit on TV all day. I can stay home.”

Emmy nodded eagerly, and peered up at her mom. “Snacks?”

“Dur.”

“Thanks Mom.” Emmy hugged her tight.

“It’s okay, I know how it feels. And, just for the record, beinga woman sucks at times but other times it’s kinda cool.”

“Cool?” Emmy frowned, stepping back a little.

“Yeah, you get boobs.” Katie gestured to her chest “They tend to fascinate most men.”

Katie followed her daughter upstairs where Emmy retreated into the bathroom, whilst Katie found her some pads before she stripped the sheets down and headed to the utility room at the side of the kitchen that held their washing machines and dryer. She was just turning the machine on when the door opened and Steve stepped in, Jamie on his back, giggling away. Steve’s face was red from the brisk November air and the part of Jamie’s cheeks which were visible from beneath his hat and above his scarf were also tinged pink a little.

“Laugh it up, Pal.”  Steve shook his head, as he bent down so Jamie could slide off his back “That’s the last time I’m taking you.” “You said that yesterday, and the day before.” Katie smirked, taking the kiss Steve offered, ignoring Jamie’s noise of disgust. “You love it.”

“Hmmm.” Steve made a non-committal noise in his throat. “Any breakfast going or shall I start some?” “Go get a shower and I’ll make it. We can eat together when Emmy’s out of the bath.”

Steve frowned “Shouldn’t she be on the bus?”

“She’s not feeling too good.” Katie shook her head. “I told her I’d stay home with her, today.”

Steve’s frown deepened as he shrugged off his running jacket. “What’s wrong with her? She sick?” “It’s nothing a day in front of the TV, a heat pad and a blanket can’t fix.” Katie gave him a significant look. As ever it took him a while to cotton on, but when he realised what she was saying, Katie really had to bite back the laugh as his face rearranged itself into a look of surprise, which flickered to pure dumbfoundedness as he struggled for a reply.

“Don’t worry, I got it.” She grinned, patting his chest.

“Momma?” A voice came from the kitchen and Katie turned to face Jamie who was stood by the fridge “I’m hungry.” “Yeah, I’m gonna start breakfast now, baby.” she smiled, “Eggs and toast ok?” “Nomm!” He grinned as he padded over to the table and pulled himself up into a seat. Steve had to give a snort, without his seat he could barely see over the top of the table. He made his way over, lifted Jamie easily with one hand causing the boy to cackle before he replaced him back on the booster and scooted him closer.

“That better?” He asked, dropping a kiss to his son’s head.

“Fankoo, daddy.” he grinned.

“You’re welcome, Buddy.” Steve said straightening up. He turned to Katie “I’m gonna go shower then I’ll come help.”

Katie waved him away with a smile. He took the stairs two at a time and headed into their bedroom. If he was honest he’d been shitting himself about this day for ages. He’d watched Emmy grow up way too fast for his liking over the past few years and now, well he didn’t even want to think about the whole turning into a woman thing. All he knew was he was thankful for Katie’s level head.

He showered quickly, dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a red plaid button down ready for his meetings that day and headed onto the landing, just as Emmy was emerging from the larger bathroom wrapped in a robe.

“Hey, Sweetie. Your Ma said you’re not feeling too good.”

She shrugged, “Not really.” “Will a hug help?” He asked and she smiled, nodding. He opened his arms and she stepped into them as he gave her a soft but firm snuggle.

“Thanks, dad.” she said softly.

“Any time, baby.” he dropped a kiss to her head. “Now I’d go get dressed if I were you, before your brother eats all the breakfast.”

*****

When Steve came back that evening, his girls were pretty much in the same spot they had been in all day. When he asked if they’d moved at all, Katie grinned and pointed out that they were both in clean sets of Pyjamas and Jamie was in bed, so of course they had moved, and that they were getting take-out for Dinner because she couldn’t be bothered to cook and it was Friday after all. With a good natured roll of his eyes, Steve cast one final look at them over his shoulder before he headed upstairs to change, leaving them to watch Love Actually. It was nowhere near Christmas, but he knew what they were like when it came to their soppy films, so he left them to it.

When he came back downstairs they were deep in conversation, so he paused for a moment at the door. He didn’t mean to listen in, but he didn’t want to interrupt. And if he was honest, there was something so pure and innocent about their chat that he simply couldn’t help it.

“You know, I still never forgave Adam Rickman for breaking Emma Thompson’s heart.” Katie sighed as Emmy scoffed.

“Has Dad ever bought you a really crappy gift?” she asked.

“No.” Katie replied. “He’s very thoughtful. Although the best gift he gave me wasn’t one he bought anyway.” “Your emerald?” Emmy asked, and Katie made a noise of affirmation. They fell silent for a moment before Emmy spoke again.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Course.”

“If anything happened to Dad, do you think you’d ever like date again?”

Steve frowned slightly as he heard Katie exhale “That’s deep Em. I dunno. I don’t think I’d ever be able to love another man the way I love Steve. In fact I know I wouldn’t. What on Earth made you ask that?” “Oh, Brooke is trying to get Jen dating but she keeps saying she loves Brooke’s dad too much and I kinda think it’s sad as he’s been dead for years. ” “Yeah, well, the thing is Em when you’re in love, and I mean truly in love, it consumes you. That person becomes as much a part of your life as you are and to lose them like that…well I can’t imagine what a hole that would leave in their place.”

“Yeah, suppose.” “You’ll figure that out soon enough.” Katie chuckled.

“Was Dad your first love?”

“He’s been the only man I’ve ever truly been in love with, yes.” Katie replied “For most people a first love and a true love are very different things.”

“How do you mean?”

“Well, for instance my first love was a guy called Mikey, he was my first boyfriend. I wasn’t much older than you, dated him for about twelve months.” Katie mused. “He was the first guy I ever slept with. Then there was Grant and we don’t talk about him, ever as he was an asshole.”

Emmy gave a snort

“But your dad, well, he was different. We cared so much about each other before we even started dating. I mean, if I’m honest, I loved him way before he even asked me out.” “Who made the first move?” “He did.” Katie smirked and at that point Steve gave a scoff and walked into the room.

“Liar.” “Oh you so did!” Katie looked at him, unabashed he’d been listening. “You kissed me after Rumlow’s party. You’d have kissed me before that as well if you hadn’t been such a chicken shit.” Steve rolled his eyes and flopped onto the seat at the opposite side of the coffee table. “You didn’t exactly push me away.” “Dur.” It was Katie’s time to roll her eyes as Emmy snorted “I’d been waiting for you to make a move for months.”

Steve raised an eyebrow at her as the teenager quipped. “You were still a bit slow on the uptake back then I see.” “Err, less of your cheek young lady.” He shot back and she giggled.

“You know the first time we had sex he literally ripped my pants off.” Katie grinned at Steve and he pulled a face as Emmy cackled.

“Jesus, Doll.” He flushed bright red.

“Wasn’t the only time either.” “Okay,” Steve stood up with a sigh, shaking his head, as Emmy cackled. He wasn’t particularly keen on discussing his sex life with his fifteen year old kid. “I’m gonna get the Thai Menu.”

Katie watched him go before she winked at Emmy and stood up, following him into the kitchen. She wrapped her arms around his waist and nuzzled into his shoulder. “I love how after all this time I can still make you blush.” “You’re a damned nightmare.” He chuckled as his hands rest on top of hers, using them to pull her closer as he turned to face her.

“But you love me.”

“Yeah, yeah I do.” He smiled, dropping a kiss to her lips.

****

Steve didn’t quite rip Katie’s pants off that night, but it was still passionate enough to send them both into an orgasm induced sleep almost straight away. But Steve was a light sleeper, not as light as he had been once-upon-a-time, as sleeping besides his wife gave him a sense of peace. That said, his super-soldier hearing always woke him should something be out of place, so when he was pulled from his slumber it took him a while to realise that the soft voices he could hear downstairs was the TV. Knowing it could only be one person, he swung his legs out of bed and pulled on a sweater before he padded down the stairs.

“Emmy?” He asked gently as he opened the door to the living room. The teenager looked up from where she was sat, knees tucked up besides her.

“Couldn’t sleep.” She shrugged and his sharp eyes didn’t miss the movement her hand made over her tummy. “And lying in bed was doing my head in.”

“Did you take anything?” Steve asked and she looked at him. “For the pain?”

“Oh,” she flushed slightly, “yeah, but it hasn’t worked yet.”

Steve nodded and headed into the kitchen, putting on the kettle. He made the pair of them a hot drink, stuck another heat-pack in the microwave and then paused as he passed the cupboard where he kept his secret stash.

Well, if this wasn’t an occasion it was called for then what was?

Emmy looked up as he walked back into the lounge. He placed the peppermint tea down on the table in front of her, before he passed her the heat pack and then wordlessly produced the Dairy Milk bar from his sweatpants pocket.

“You’re giving me your chocolate?” Emmy looked at him.

“Don’t tell your brother.” Steve said as he sat next to her, flopping his feet up on the coffee table.

She grinned and unwrapped the bar, offering him a piece which he took and shoved in his mouth.

“You’re pretty clued up on all this given you’re like a hundred and five.” She grinned cheekily

“Yeah well, I’ve been with your ma for ten years so I picked up a few tips.” He shrugged. She took a sip of her drink, rearranged her blanket and then picked up his arm so she could snuggle into him. He gently ran his hand over the back of her head as she got comfortable.

“What we watching?” He asked.

“Bad Boys.”

Steve chuckled. “I like this one. That is if I’m not too old to keep you company for a while?” “Nah.” She grinned as she placed a kiss to his cheek. “You’re good.” Katie found the pair of them flat out on the sofa the next morning, Emmy’s head propped up on a pillow as she snuggled up against Steve, her back pressed to his chest as the solider was stretched out down the sofa behind her, arms around his daughter as they slept.

****

October 2022

“All set?” Katie asked as she reached the bottom of the stairs as Steve walked back into the hall having loaded their bags into the car. They were heading off to Tony’s lake-house for a few days where he was throwing a bit of a Halloween party, nothing major but it was a chance for the kids to get dressed up in costumes and eat a load of candy whilst the adults could kick back and drink. Katie was looking forward to it for two reasons. Firstly, it was always nice to gather together with friends and family, well those of them that were left post snap-it made her feel normal, and she could push that persistent feeling of sadness that seemed to manifest on a daily basis, back down into the depth of her mind. And secondly, she was a little excited because she had no idea what Emmy or Jamie’s outfits were going to be.

Emmy had asked a month or so ago if she could be in charge of getting the pair of them costumes and Katie had agreed, simply handing over her card when she wanted to order whatever it was off the internet. She’d even resisted the urge to check her statement to see what it was, as Emmy had demanded she didn’t try and find out. Katie had a sneaking suspicion that Tony had also been involved in these costume choices, as the last time her brother had been over a few weeks ago, the pair of them had been huddled on the large arm chair, sniggering as they looked at something on Tony’s phone. With that in mind she was expecting Jamie to come down in some form of Iron Man or Captain America costume and she had every intention of filming Steve’s response.

“Yup. Locked and loaded.” Steve nodded, dropping a kiss to her cheek.”As soon as the kids are ready we can go.”

“No rush.” Katie shrugged, looking at her watch as they walked into the kitchen. “We don’t need to be there for a few hours.” She wrinkled her nose and slapped at Steve’s hand as he went to peek under the foil wrapped plate on the side. He sharply withdrew it and grinned at her.

“Tell me that’s a pie.”

“Apple and pumpkin, but it’s for the party.”

Steve pouted and she laughed and jerked her head behind her. “There’s another there as I knew you wouldn’t be able to wait.”

“You-” Steve pecked her lips “-are” another peck “-the best.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere, Captain.” She smirked as his lips hovered over hers and he deepened the kiss slightly, both his hands sliding down to give her ass a playful squeeze before he stepped back and walked over to his coveted prize. Steve peeled back the little cloth that was over the top and gave a little groan that was positively sinful as he inhaled the smell.

“Don’t eat that straight out of the pie dish,” Katie warned him as he made his way to the freezer for the ice cream, “I was gonna cut a few slices for the kids to munch on the way.”

“Then they can get their own.” Steve grumbled a little, but he grabbed a plate none the less.

“Oh yeah, where from?” Katie asked, her hands on her hips.

“Don’t know, don’t care.” Steve muttered as he cut himself a huge slice of the coveted pie. He ladled a generous amount of vanilla ice cream on top then carried it over to the breakfast bar, sitting down as Katie gathered the rest of the food items she had said she would bring which included a huge dish of Mac and Cheese that she’d coloured green with food colouring, spaghetti and meatballs that were supposed to be worms,  cinnamon and apple cookies in the shape of pumpkins and a batch of home-made raspberry and cherry gin which had been done using the raspberries and cherries from the brambles and trees in their small orchard at the bottom of the garden. She began packing it all into a hamper as Steve took the first bit of his pie and gave another groan.

“You know,” he swallowed, waving his fork at her as he gave her a playful grin, “I think this pie is actually better than sex.”

Katie looked at him, arching her eyebrow. “Is that so?”

“It’s a very close call.” He nodded.

“Well maybe I should make you a pie once a week instead of letting you get me on my back.” Katie looked at him, closing the lid on the basket and pushing it to one side, leaning over the breakfast bar.

“Okay, first off we have sex way more than once a week,” Steve pointed his fork at her, “and second-“ his eyes glinted cheekily “-you’re not always on your back.”

“True.” Katie pursed her lips and reached for his fork, snatching it from his hand, “but if you think I’m baking a pie more than once a week you’ve got another thing coming.” She used the fork to take a piece of the sweet treat along with a large blob of ice cream and shoved it in her mouth, closing her eyes. She moaned a little, ensuring that the noise that left her throat was as sinful as she could make it, before she opened her eyes and used her thumb to wipe at a little trickle of ice cream in the corner of her mouth. With her eyes locked on Steve she sucked her thumb clean and smirked a little at the familiar glint of dark in his eyes that he always got when he was turned on.

“You’re lucky you’re the other side of the breakfast bar.” He leaned forward a little, elbows resting on the marble surface, his voice a low timbre that sent those familiar sparks up Katie’s spine.

“Yeah? Why’s that?” Katie asked innocently, ignoring the sudden flutter she’d felt between her legs at his tone.

“Because if you weren’t you be in my lap right now testing my theory.”

“Shame.” She nodded, looking around. “I mean it’s not like you could reach and drag me over it or anything.”

“Well I could,”  Steve agreed, “but there’s a piece of pie in the way. And it’s too good to waste.”

“You’re a jerk!” Katie shook her head as Steve laughed, before he leaned back in the stool and patted his right thigh.

“C’mere pretty girl.”

Katie grinned, the sound of him calling her pretty girl always did things to her, as did the soft instruction to ‘come here’ in his Brooklyn accent. She rounded the bar and he reached out, easily pulling her onto his lap so she was perched sideways, legs hanging over the side of his right thigh as he curled his left arm around her waist, right gently resting on her thigh. Katie’s right arm slid round his neck and he titled his face to look at her.

“Just for the record you taste far better than any pie you make.” He grinned and Katie’s mouth fell open at his dirty comment.

“Steven Grant Rogers!” She snorted, slapping his shoulder slightly and he laughed, his hand on her thigh tightening its grip slightly, fingers curling round the toned muscles which were evident once more due to Katie having started training again. Steve actually kind of missed the softness that she’d had since having Jamie but he was damned if he was going to tell her that. He leaned towards her slightly, his nose bumping hers a little as she gently trailed her hand over the nape of his neck, nails scratching just below his hair line above the collar of his black sweater.

“Love you.” He muttered gently, his lips brushing hers and she smiled, her fingers tanging in the hair at the back of his head.

“More than apple pie?”

“Infinitely Mrs Rogers.”

“More than Mac and Cheese?”

Steve hesitated and Katie scoffed.

“For the record I love you more than anything.” Steve chuckled, pressing his lips to hers. “Well, apart from the kids.”

“I’ll accept that exception.” Katie chuckled, her mouth finding his again. The kiss deepened, Katie letting out a soft sigh as his tongue brushed against hers, tasting the apple pie and Ice Cream he had been eating before. Steve’s hand skated up the outside of her thigh coming to rest on her hip, finger tips brushing the strip of skin where her top had ridden up slightly as her own hand fisted slightly in his hair. Completely lost in one another they almost missed the little footsteps coming down the stairs and the giggles in the hallway.

Almost.

Steve pulled back, looking at Katie who grinned. “Play your cards right we can finish this later.”

“At Tony’s?”

“Won’t be the first time we fucked in his spare room.”

Steve snorted at her and patted her ass as she hopped off his lap.

“Mom, Dad!” Emmy called. “We’re ready!”

“We heard!” Katie called back as Steve stood up, grabbing his plate of pie. He took another bite before he wandered into the hallway where he collided with Katie who had stopped dead just outside the door. Frowning he looked up and felt his heart jump.

A clown.

His 2 year old son was dressed as a fucking clown.

And not just any clown, which would have been bad enough, but that bastard clown from IT. The film he refused time and time again to watch because of said bastard clown, which was now stood on the bottom step of the stairs holding a red balloon.

And suddenly, all he could see was that damned clown at Coney Island chasing him through the stalls, Bucky’s laughter echoing in his ears, and then that fucking mirror maze where he’d had the panic attack as he was surrounded by them.

The plate holding his precious pie slipped from his hand and dropped to the tiled floor, where it broke into 3 pieces, its contents splattering all over the grey slate.

“Woah, Dad, didn’t think it would be that scary!” Emmy grinned from behind Jamie as she stood in her outfit, which was a superb replica of the Wicked Witch of the West complete with full green face-paint and a broomstick.

Katie looked over her shoulder at Steve and she could see from his face that he was really struggling to keep it together. Trying not to laugh at the expression of sheer horror on his handsome features, she clamped her lips together and turned to Emmy.

“Your dad’s…” she took a deep breath, trying not to laugh “He’s scared of clowns.”

“Oh…” Emmy frowned “Uncle Tony said he would love it.”

“I bet he did.” Steve bit out a little harshly and Emmy looked at him.

“Are you mad?” She asked and seeing the look on her face Steve inwardly cursed his phobia and his damned brother in law.

“No, honey,” he shook his head, “not at all…you both look…” he trailed off.

“Daddy, look!” Jamie grinned, and he jumped off the bottom step. “Balloon!”

He toddled over towards Steve who automatically took a few steps back and Jamie stopped in front of him, right by Katie’s side, a confused expression crossing his painted face. “Daddy?”

“Yeah, pal…I gotta…” Steve exhaled “I gotta put some stuff in the car so we can to go to Uncle Nee’s okay?”

“Kay…” Jamie said a little quietly.

Katie watched, her shoulders shaking in silent laughter as Steve went to move round Jamie, turning sideways so he could keep his eyes on him, before he pushed past Emmy and bolted up the stairs taking them three at a time.

The hallway was silent bar the sounds Lucky was making as he cleaned up the remnants of the pie on the floor, not wanting to miss a single crumb of his human food treasure.

“Em, why don’t you two take Lucky and go get in the car, we’ll be out in a little moment.” Katie smiled at her.

“Okay. Come on Jay!” Em grabbed his hand but Jamie, clearly now finding the reaction his dad had amusing, turned to his mom and made a little growling noise at her. Katie gave a fake scream and jolted back, causing Jamie to cackle a little, tilting his head back in mirth before allowed Emmy to lead him away.

As soon as they were out of sight and earshot Katie started to laugh. She laughed so hard that she had to retreat to the kitchen to sit at a chair. She doubled over, clutching at her stomach, trying to gather her breath as the tears poured down her face. Try as she might, she couldn’t get the image of Steve fighting the urge to punt his own son into another room out of her head.

Eventually she managed to sort herself out enough to grab her phone and swiped over to the number she wanted.

“Hey, Kiddo.”  Tony greeted

“Tony, you…” she started to laugh again “You better be able to run fast because Steve…he’s…”

Tony chuckled. “He liked the costume then?”

“Tony he freaked, like, seriously. Poor Steve. I expected some form of full Captain America outfit, not that!”

“Well, on this occasion the Spangles just weren’t enough”

“You’re a little shit, you know that?”

“It’s been said.” He conceded. “Did you get it on video?”

“No.” Katie sighed “I was going to but when I saw Pennywise on my damned stairs I knew what was gonna happen so…”

“Shame.We could have played that back later. For science.”

At that point Katie looked up as Steve walked into the kitchen, glancing round.

“He’s not in here…” She chuckled and Steve glared at her, before he gestured to the phone.

“That Tony?”

She nodded.

He reached out and snatched the phone off her. “You’re a dead man,” he growled down the handset, and Katie could hear her brother’s roar of laughter before Steve hung up and tossed the phone down onto the table.

“Calm down!” Katie laughed, standing up. “Steve, it’s just a costume.”

��Katie, they freak me the hell out!” he shook his head “You don’t…” his hands dropped to his hips and his head dropped. “Did you see his face when I backed away?”

“Oh, he’s fine!” Katie rubbed Steve’s arms. “He couldn’t care less.” Steve took a deep breath and she looked at him. “Do you want me to get him to change?”

Steve shook his head “No, he was so pleased with himself…plus, I don’t fancy that particular tantrum now do you?”

“Not really no.”

Steve shrugged “Then I guess I’m stuck with it. Come on, let’s get gone. Sooner we get there the sooner I can carry out my threat to kill your asshole brother.”

Steve grabbed the food hamper and headed out to the car with it, settling it onto the trunk of the car as Katie got into the passenger side. Once Steve finished his usual checks to ensure the door was locked, he climbed into the driver’s seat ant they set off.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah buddy?” Steve asked, glancing in the mirror automatically and once more was confronted by that fucking clown. He swallowed and turned his eyes to the front.

“No scared, daddy. I not a real clown.”

Katie chuckled as Steve pulled out of the drive onto the road. “I know pal, but it’s Halloween. Everyone gets scared at some point.”

Jamie nodded, accepting his answer and turned to look out of the window. As they approached a junction, Steve checked the mirror again and then sighed, shaking his head.

“You’re gonna hafta drive.” He looked at Katie.

“What?”

“I can’t do it.” He shrugged “Every time I check the mirror, all I can see is…”

“Are you being serious?” Katie looked at him.

“Absolutely.” Steve unclipped the seatbelt and climbed out of the car.

And right then Katie vowed that if Steve didn’t kill Tony, she was gonna.

****

December 2022

“Did he go down alright?”

Steve dropped onto the couch, picking up one of the super strength beers Thor had send him as part of a pre- Christmas testing package, lifting his arm up so Katie could settle into him.

“Very well, actually,” he narrowed his eyes taking a pull of his beer, “almost suspiciously so.”

Katie chuckled as she replaced her glass and dropped her head to Steve’s shoulder as she pressed play on the remote. The two of them simply stayed like that, the odd movement and hands stroking shoulders, thighs or knees as usual, comfortable in their own little world, the light of the fire and twinkling of the Christmas lights giving the room a cosy, comfy ambience. They were about thirty minutes into the film when, Katie felt Steve’s head move off the top of hers and she glanced at him and saw the beginnings of a smile forming on his face.

“What?”

He looked down at her. “You know,” he said, a light in his eyes that she knew all too well, “It’s Friday, Emmy’s out, Jamie’s in bed…” Steve trailed off and raised an eyebrow at his wife. She grinned too, mirroring his expression.

“I like where this is going,” she smirked and within seconds, her legs had been pulled from underneath her drawing a giggle from her lips as she lay flat on the sofa, Steve hovering over her. Katie wrapped her arms around his neck as their lips met, and she was just beginning to thread her fingers through his hair when they both heard a shout.

“Heeeeeyyyyy!”

Steve dropped his head and groaned. “I’ll go.”

He placed one last kiss on her lips before he stood up off the couch and headed into the hall way.

“You’re supposed to be in bed,” he said as he headed up the stairs, seeing Jamie stood in his doorway at the baby gate.

“No sleep.” Jamie’s response was a whine.

“Not an option pal” Steve shook his head, a hint of amusement in his voice. “You know Santa won’t come if you don’t.”

“Can’t sleep.” Jamie tried again, and Steve had to bite back the smile that was about to cross his face. His son had certainly inherited his, and his wife’s for that matter, tenacity.

“Did you even try?”

There was a pause and Jamie furiously nodded his head in a blatant lie.

“Sure you did.” Steve rolled his eyes “Well what do you think would help you sleep?”

“Story, daddy!”

At those words a smile spread across Steve’s face. Over the last six months, Jamie had taken a real interest in the tales he told him, so much so that they had swapped night time readings of chapters from books for Steve’s real life stories, most of them being pulled straight from the streets of Brooklyn or Manhattan during Steve’s own childhood or adulthood pre-serum. 

“One more.” Steve caved and Jamie shrieked with delight. “But!” he continued in a warning tone, “You have to be quiet.”

Jamie stilled immediately and clapped his little hands over his mouth before he turned and ran, diving back on his bed. Steve chuckled and made his into Jamie’s room, as the two year old climbed under his Iron Man Duvet cover (Thank you Tony for that one…) and peered up at Steve as he settled down next to him, his son setting under his arm, snuggling into the crook of his arm against his chest.

“Did I ever tell you about the time that I went to the theatre-”

Katie didn’t wait for Steve to come back down, she knew full well that he would have been coerced into one more story. Their son had his dad wrapped around his little finger, and Steve at times found it simply impossible to say no. She glanced up at the clock, noting that it was almost nine… they could watch the film in bed. She turned the TV and tree lights off, she took the empty glass and bottle into the kitchen, let Lucky out for a pee whilst she made sure all the doors were locked before letting the now slightly older and slower dog back in.

“You staying here tonight, Luck?” She asked, and the dog yawned, stretching as he rolled onto his back in the dog basket which was placed in the hallway under the stairs. “Take that as a yes then.” She scratched behind his ears before standing up and creeping up the stairs to the door of her son’s room, which was open enough for her to peek through.

She loved Steve’s stories almost as much as Jamie did, if not for the same reasons. Jamie loved their action and adventure, often joining in with his own loud whoops and laughs, but Katie simply loved listening to Steve’s voice as he narrated. His tone would change from low and dramatic to loud and comical, and Katie found it simply adorable. A pure, unadulterated moment of love between father and son that made her heart swell every single time she watched or overheard.

“And then, all of a sudden this man appeared, in the alley way. And I didn’t have anything to protect myself with. So I picked up a trash can lid, and held it right here, like a shield.” Steve drew his arm across his chest. “Like Cap?” Jamie said, thrusting his Captain America bear at his dad.

“Just like Cap, yeah, Buddy.” Katie smiled to herself, Jamie was still too young to really understand about their history with the Avengers. He knew about who the Avengers were, well what he could grasp being so young, thanks mainly to Tony and Natasha, but he had no idea about his dad’s alter ego. And for now, it wasn’t important, they were just a normal family and long may it stay like that.

Katie watched as Steve continued to talk as he sat up on Jamie’s bed, his back against the headboard as his mini-me, led besides him, looking up at his father, eyes wide and full of adoration. These were the moments that brought out all of Steve’s best characteristics, and Katie simply loved him all the more for it. Smiling to herself she headed into their bedroom and tossed her clothes aside before she stepped into the shower in their en-suite.

Steve could read his son’s body language like a book, and about ten minutes after his super hearing heard Katie leaving where she had been stood outside the room listening, he could feel the little boy starting to droop slightly, one small hand fisted into Steve’s white t-shirt, the other was in front of his small face, thumb in his mouth as his index finger gently rubbed against that Stark nose. A few moments later he glanced down and in the dim glow of the dinosaur night light, he saw his son was fast asleep. Gently, he moved and stepped off the bed, tucking the duvet up under Jamie’s chin before he stooped, dropping a kiss onto his head, his hand gently caressing the shock of blonde hair. With a last look back he closed the door to, leaving it open just a chink, and headed into their room.

Katie was just emerging from the en-suite wearing a bathrobe, long hair piled up on her head.

“He has you wrapped around his finger.” She grinned, sliding her hands up her husband’s chest.

“Oh, and you don’t?” He muttered, hands connecting at the bottom of her spine.

“You gonna read me a bed time story then, Captain?”

“I got a better way of getting you to sleep.” He murmured, dropping his lips to hers, and she grinned as he backed her towards the bed. “There’s only one problem.” “Oh yeah?” She asked, as his arms pulled her closer, his lips trailed down her neck, mopping up the speckles of water from the shower that remained.

“Yeah, this is in the way.”

He softly kissed at that spot beneath her ear, his hand dropping to the belt of her robe. She grinned as he pulled at the tie and gently shrugged the robe off Katie’s shoulders, allowing it to drop to the floor as his lips claimed hers again. He wrapped an arm round her back, tugging her onto her toes so he could take a nipple in his mouth and she let out a groan as she looked downwards, moving her hands to undo the chords on his sweat pants.

“Off.” She muttered, pulling at the bottom of his t-shirt. He released her temporarily so she could slide it up, before he pivoted and dropped them both onto the bed, trapping her in between his hands and legs.

A familiar warmth exploded along her lower abdomen as he kissed her, one hand on the side of her face, the other sliding to her hip and across her stomach, making its way slowly between her legs. She arched her back and groaned as he slipped two fingers inside her, feeling him smirk against her neck.

“Fucking drenched aren’t you, Sweetheart?”

She let out another groan at his words. “Only for you.” A low growl rolled in the back of his throat as he slammed his mouth onto hers, shucking off his sweats as he began to kiss her chest, then stomach, before going down her legs.  He set his mouth to her, lapping at her, her sweet, salty tang, so familiar yet so delectable, and as he worked her, it was all she could do to mewl softly, and grip one hand in his hair as she writhed at his touch. His tongue flicked strongly and he sucked at her clit gently, before upping the pace as she whimpered, trying so hard to keep her noise down. Steve continued to tease and nibble and when he took her swollen clit between his lips again Katie let out a silent scream as her orgasm hit her hard, causing her knees to turn inwards, squeezing around his head, involuntarily. She fell back against the pillows with a sigh of satisfaction and looked down as Steve crawled back up her body, leaning forward, placing his hands on either side of her head.

“God, you’re gorgeous.” He whispered, making her grin before he crashed his lips onto hers, the sudden action drawing a small grunt from her mouth. She reached down taking him in her hand and he took in a sharp breath as he pulled away from her mouth, sliding his fingers down her legs. He moved her legs apart and pushed into her, a low sigh of satisfaction leaving both their lips before he began to move, burying his face into her neck, nipping at the spot under her ear gently. She keened underneath him as he grew more urgent with his thrusts, her eyes locking onto his as he gripped her hands at either side of her head, leaning back down to kiss her fervently. He was hard, fast, desperate for hris release and she met each of his thrusts fervently with her own hips happy to give herself to him. 

“So good,” He praised in a low voice, dragging his face against her hair before he looked at her. “I’m close, tell me you are…”

Katie responded with a moan, “Stevie.” and then her legs shook and she came again, closing her eyes as she tightened around him, burying her face into his neck to stifle her noises as the spasms came involuntarily around him again and again.

“Oh, fuck, Doll.” he stuttered, biting his lower lip as his eyes fluttered closed before his rhythm stilled and he let out a soft groan as he came, the utter bliss consuming him fully. He fell forward, head dropping into the hollow of his wife’s neck to catch his breath, his body slumped on top of hers, his familiar weight pressed her into the mattress as they both came down from their high. Katie ran her fingers through his hair, pressing soft kisses along his shoulder as her nails gently scratched at his scalp, causing Steve to hum out a soft sigh of contentment as he lay still, enjoying her touch.

“Stevie?” she muttered.

“Yeah?” “How long do you think we have before Jamie realises he can climb the baby gates now?”

“I’m amazed he hasn’t already.” Steve leaned up on his elbows to look down at his wife “Why?”

“Because I think we might need to invest in a lock for our door.” she grinned “For when you’re reading your baby momma her bedtime story.”

*****

Chapter 49

 **Original Posting 1 2 3**

[jobean12-blog]

Lucky Charm

Pairing: Bucky x reader (Fireman!Bucky AU)

Word Count: 2,091

Summary: Bucky rescues you in more ways than one. 

Author’s Note: This is for two things: The HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club​ continuation of drunk drabbles and the prompt sent in below as well as the HBC’s 24 hour surprise challenge: Quarantine Heroes. I went with the Fireman AU because well, Bucky as a fireman is amazing and I have a very special one in my family. Thank you to all the amazing people out there working to keep us safe, love to you all, always! Thank you for sending in the prompt, hope you don’t mind I combined it with my story! Thank you all for reading! LOVE❤❤❤

Warnings: fluff, lots of smiling and flirting, implied smut, Bucky being a fireman, sweet fluffy fluff, DOG NOSES! :) 

Walking down the aisle of the grocery store you search for your favorite cereal. Finally spotting a few boxes on the very top shelf you stop your cart and look around mumbling to yourself, “how the hell am I going to reach that?” You step on the bottom shelf and test its strength, watching as it bows under the pressure of your foot.

“Nope.” you say to yourself and back up.  “Hey, doll, need some help?” You whirl around, hand over your heart as you lock eyes with one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen. His smile crinkles the corners of his eyes as you take in his gear; tight navy tee shirt, suspenders resting across his broad shoulders and chest and black protective pants. It takes you a moment to find your voice, “yes, please. I can’t reach my cereal.”

Tearing his eyes away from you he looks up, “which one can I grab for ya, doll.” He’s only called you doll twice but you’re certain you want to hear it fall from his lips for the rest of your life. A blush coats your cheeks as you murmur, “Lucky Charms.” His smile widens as he reaches up and grabs 4 boxes. “Here you go, one for you, and three for us. The guys love this stuff too.”

You rock back and forth on the balls of your feet, hugging the box of cereal, “thanks for coming to my rescue.” His laugh rings through the aisle and you can’t help your own giggle from escaping. “Anytime, doll, it’s my job,” he says with a wink. “I’m James by the way, but everyone calls me Bucky.”

“Nice to meet you, Bucky. I’m y/n.” “Barnes!!! Barnes, quitcha flirting and let’s go, I’m hungry.” With one last dazzling smile Bucky bids you farewell, “pleasure is all mine, y/n, hope to see ya around.” You watch him jog off toward the other guys, the one who yelled for Bucky giving you a wink and a wave. You wave back, turning around quickly to hide your ear to ear grin.

The next morning you wake to sunshine and a cool breeze coming in through the open window. You sit up and watch your dog do her downward dog off the bed, immediately nosing you for breakfast. You both have a bite to eat then decide it’s too nice not to head out for a morning walk.

As soon as the warm sunshine hits your face you’re reminded of Bucky and his smile, warmth now flooding through your body for a different reason. You round the corner, mind far away as you keep going over your run in with the handsome fireman from yesterday.

It isn’t until you almost trip over Huckle’s leash that you hear a voice calling your name. Turning toward the sound you watch as Bucky jogs toward you, “hey y/n!!! I wasn’t sure I’d ever get your attention.” You both laugh as he bends down to pet your dog. “And who is this cutie?”  he asks in his best ‘omg I love dogs’ voice. “That’s Huckle!”

He continues rubbing her chest and sides, laughing as Huckle licks his face, “I think she likes me.” Bucky finally stands and you take a moment to get another good look at him. You never thought suspenders could look so good. “She loves walks and it was such a nice morning we had to come out and enjoy it,” you explain.

“Beautiful,” he hums, his eyes looking you over. Your skin tingles under his heated gaze and you finally remember how to speak, “what are you doing out here.” He turns his head and points to the firehouse, “at work. I saw you walking by and had to say hi.”

“I’m glad you did. I hope I’m not taking up too much of your time.” He motions for you to follow him, “not at all, doll, in fact, you’ll have to come say hi to the guys now because they’ve been staring at us the whole time and I’ll get endless shit over it if I don’t introduce you properly.”

Your stomach drops, nervousness instantly taking over as you walk slowly behind him, “are you sure, Bucky, I don’t want to be in the way or anything.” This time he grabs your hand and pulls you along, “not at all, it’s a quiet morning.”

The door to the firehouse is open and you see the other firemen perched in various positions by the opening, a couple of them holding bowls of Lucky Charms. The one who winked and waved to you yesterday stands up and yells, “hey look it’s our lucky charm.” Bucky leans down next to your ear and whispers, “just ignore them, they live to tease anyone they can.”

Knowing your cheeks must be as red as the engine you dip your head and laugh, “hey guys!” Bucky stops with his hands on his hips, “ok, enough Wilson, save it for her next visit.” The whole group erupts into snickers and whistles, “you plan on having her back then, Barnes, yeah!” Bucky turns a grinning face to you, “this is the first time I’ve brought a girl around.”

Now it’s your turn to give him a bright smile, “well, I certainly feel special.” Huckle strains on her leash as she pulls you closer inside. The guys crowd around to pet her much to her glee and it gives you and Bucky a quiet moment. “So, you must live close by then,” he asks, rubbing the back of his neck. “I do, right around the corner actually, what about you?” “Just a few blocks over, makes getting to work really easy.”

The two of you notice the silence simultaneously, turning to see Huckle lying on her back, surrounded by 5 grinning guys. The one named Wilson speaks first, “well, Barnes, ask her out already. We’re all waitin’.” Throwing them the middle finger he grabs Huckle’s leash and walks you both back out into the sunshine, “so whaddya say doll, would you go out with me some time?”

Your answer is immediate, “I’d love to!” Cheers erupt from the doorway, complete with high fives and fist bumps. “How do you manage all day with them?” you ask with a sweet laugh. “It’s not that bad…. sometimes I end up punching one of them but ya know, we love each other.” You throw your head back in laughter, “I bet.”

“Can I get your number? I’ll check out the shifts for the weekend and let you know when I’m free so we can set something up.” Taking his phone from his hand you punch in your name and number, handing it back to him, “there ya go.” He looks down, the small green four-leaf clover emoji next to your name making him smile for the 100th time. “Thanks, lucky charm, I’ll talk you soon.” In a bold move you lean up and kiss him on the cheek, waving goodbye to the sounds of more cheers and whistles.

Your first date with Bucky is everything you hoped it would be, he’s sweet and romantic but all the while assertive and strong in all the right ways. You’re falling hard but you don’t want to mess it up by moving too fast. The evening ends with a heated kiss on your doorstep, Bucky reluctant to pull away from your soft lips, “I’m sorry if I took that too far, doll, it’s just…I’ve been thinking about kissing you since we met.”

Grabbing him by the collar of his shirt you pull him down to your lips once again, effectively letting him know it was more than fine. When you finally separate it’s with heavy breaths and swollen lips. “Can I see you again?” he whispers, eyes darting back to your lips. “I can’t wait,” you say, giving him one more chaste kiss before backing into your doorway and slowly closing it. The last thing you see is Bucky standing there with his bottom lip between his teeth and his eyes dark.

The next few days go by in a blur, work keeping you busy and your upcoming date with Bucky keeping you giddy. Bucky had a 24-hour shift on Thursday, so your date was scheduled for Saturday to give him some time to rest.

Saturday arrived and you couldn’t stop smiling. It seemed you had been doing that since you met him. Bucky showed up at your door on time and looking better than ever. The jeans he wore hugged his thick thighs perfectly and the buttons of his shirt were pulled tight across his muscled chest.

“You look gorgeous, doll.” Your heart goes aflutter in your chest, the use of the endearment never failing to make you swoon. “Thanks,” you reply shyly, taking his hand and heading out. Your second date is even better than the first, Bucky’s attentiveness something you weren’t used to. He just seems so perfect.

The end of night finds you pressed against your door, Bucky’s hard body flush to yours as he kisses you senseless. You pull away to take a breath, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt, “do you wanna come in?” Cupping your cheek, he quietly asks, “are you sure, y/n? I can wait if that’s what you want.” Running your fingers under his shirt you grab the waistband of his jeans, “I want you.”

His large hands fumble with the door, finally getting it open as you two practically fall inside. Your night together is better than anything you could imagine, and you wake up to another sunny day feeling more satisfied and happier than you have in a long time.

“Morning beautiful,” Bucky whispers against your hair, pulling your naked body closer to his. “Morning, Buck,” you giggle, kissing his chest. “What time do you have to be at work?” you ask, hoping it isn’t until later. “Unfortunately, I have the early shift today, I have to leave in a few,” he says sadly.

You unwillingly untangle yourselves and watch Bucky get dressed from your bed, appreciating his body in the morning light. He leaves you with kiss swollen lips and promises to call later. The rest of your morning is spent cleaning up your apartment and as you do so you find a treasure balled up in your bed from last night.

You shower and throw it on, sniffing the collar of Bucky’s tee shirt from the firehouse. It smells so good you don’t take it off for the rest of the day. And that’s how you find yourself, Bucky’s shirt hanging off your frame as you and Huckle strut down the block toward the firehouse.  He had text you only a little while ago, saying he missed you and if you weren’t busy to come down for a visit.

You quickly responded and told him you’d be there in under and hour, baking some of your famous chocolate chip cookies before heading out. As you approach the firehouse you notice the garage door is open and Bucky is leaning against the frame, legs crossed over each other and scrolling through his phone.

He looks up at the sound of Huckle’s happy bark, his smile lighting up his face. You watch as his eyes drink you in, roaming over your body from head to toe, “hey, doll.” His arm snakes around your waist and he pulls you in for a toe-curling kiss, a breathy “hi,” leaving your lips afterwards. Bucky makes sure to say hi to Huckle, rubbing her all over before looking back to you.

You watch as his eyes land on your chest, widening slightly before they darken, “what are you wearing?” he asks, voice deep. You immediately panic, looking down and realizing he is referring to his tee shirt, “oh, this? You left it this morning and it’s so soft and smells like you, so I didn’t want to take it off…. I hope that’s ok,” you ask guiltily.

He crashes you to his chest, his nose rubbing against yours. “It’s more than ok doll, I love you in it, you can keep it.” Bucky brings his lips down to yours, his tongue parting your mouth as he deepens the kiss. You don’t even realize you have an audience until the very familiar voice of Wilson resonates through the open space, “looks like Barnes finally found himself a girl!” The next comment makes you both laugh enough to end your kiss, “and she brought us cookies!” yells Parker, rushing over to grab some.

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[strongsassysexysloane]

Sixth Day of Twelve - A Scrumptious Mystery

The mystery of the secret surprise gifts continue.

Previously

Gif by Regal Roni

. . . .

You were unsure how people who didn't like coffee survived with little to no sleep in their system because coffee was keeping you alive until lunch time today. Sunday at work after a long case was exhausting but the condition on getting the reports done was to be out of there by early afternoon and have Monday/Tuesday off unless a high priority case came up.

You hadn't got much sleep the night before because Jack was texting you until 2am your time which was 1am her time. She shared all the food she'd eaten and the sights she'd seen on her car rides around town with Dwayne. The tiredness made filling out reports that much harder but you didn't want to end the conversation until Jack did the night before. Ok, you had it bad and it being the holiday season only made that feeling worse especially with the current secret gift giver.

Vance may regret letting her finally got to NOLA for a case, she was raving about it over text so much that.yoy were slightly worried she wouldn't board her return flight home in a few days. She'd been begging for ages and you just know she wont shut up about it when she gets back which would mean the next time Dwayne requests her assistance her badgering will be even more relentless.

Poor Vance, you chuckled to yourself.

You never wanted Dwayne on your back, Jack on the other hand... You smirked at your thought and ran it out of your mind.

Back to work, you only had a few reports to finish because Gibbs had finally cracked the neighbour in interrogation before you'd ce in this morning. He didn't actually kill the victim but admitted to hiring someone to do it for him, it was almost a perfect murder, the only thing connecting the two was his Instagram account which Jack had found yesterday before she left.

You were all busy typing away for the last two hours, furiously getting this work done so you could enjoy some quiet time. Gibbs had just gone for a coffee run, his trash can was already full of cups. It made you wonder if he actually went home last night. He was just walking back in when you stretched in your chair, cracking your back from being hunched over your keyboard for so long.

"Your order." Gibbs placed a bag on your desk next to the photo frame and phone.

"What?" You spoke before you thought. Ripping the plastic bag closer to you and peering inside to see a styrofoam box that smelled Devine.

"Elaine said you ordered lunch." He shrugged walking over to his desk.

All eyes were on Gibbs then back to you. "But i-? Did someone put you up to this?" His flat glare answered that stupid question.

Of course, Gibbs wouldn't be apart of the rouse. Or...?

Could Jack have called from NOLA?

Anyone could've made that call but he said, Elaine said you ordered. Someone was most certainly lying.

You squinted at Gibbs but he didn't flinch, move or grunt.

Some might think that was his tell when he did nothing but right now you were too hungry and confused to figure him out.

You picked out the box and opened it to reveal your favourite, cheeseburger and fries, perfect. The grumbling in your stomach demanded to be satisfied even though.yoy felt slightly guilty that no one else had lunch. That guilt lasted all of ten seconds until you took your first bite and you were on heaven. Whoever this gift giver was, you wanted to kiss them right about now. This was perfect.

Just as you took your last mouthful of food you felt your cell vibrate in your pocket. You'd switched it to vibrate after Jack's texting last.

I bet my lunch is yummier than yours!

You couldn't help the wide spread grin on your face at the picture that was attached to the few words. Nevermind the possible clue about your gift. No, the picture was amazing. You clicked save and made a mental not to add it as your wallpaper later.

Jacqueline Sloane surrounded by assortments of various dishes, food on both sides of her cheeks, hands covered in whatever she was eating with a massive grin on her face. You could make out the side of Tammy's head and you guessed Dwayne was taking the picture.

Ellie was curious at your laughter and had walked over while you were staring at your phone. "Oh my god. I hate her." She groaned, "I'm going to get ten packets of things from the break room now." She stomped out of the bullpen and you could've sworn you heard her stomach growl.

It's a close call. I got my favourite meal and I didn't even order it. You look very much in your element, Bishop is jealous, as am I.

Send.

Before Bishop was even back, there was a reply.

That's hard to beat. The Diner's cheeseburgers are to die for. Don't tell E about dessert.

Was sent with a picture of various pies and something else you didn't recognise. There mustve been a party or something because the spread was something you'd only seen on Christmas Day.

You read the message again and again. She knew your favourite meal and where it came from. It wasn't like no one knew about it, hell every time you met up with the team at the dinner that was your order unless it was breakfast time. Not that you couldn't order it for breakfast. You and Jack had been there several times for a sneaky lunch break when it wasn't busy at work. She knew, the whole office probably knew. You groaned and put your phone down. It wasn't helping getting your work done and you needed to go home to over think this over a bottle of wine and chocolate.

. . . .

Apologies if this is shorter than the rest, hard to keep up with the lengths. Thank you to everyone that's liked and commented and reblogged!! Means a lot and helps me keep writing them :)

[ghostiesblog]

happy 100 followers!!!!!!!!! could you write a small flarrie secret admirer drabble? if not that’s totally ok!! congrats again!!!

Thank you anon!!! This is NOT a small drabble lmao I have no concept of doing anything in moderation. Might even edit it a bit in a while and post it on ao3. Thank you for the awesome prompt. Here ya go:

I'm not magical, I can't read your mind

Pairings: Flarrie | Warnings: none

There’s a rose on Flynn’s desk. There’s a rose on Flynn’s desk. And she has no idea who put it there.

Well- she does know who put it there, she knows that it’s Nick’s job this year to distribute the Valentine’s Day roses and messages, a school tradition that Flynn normally despises and mocks to no end. But someone must have bought the rose, addressed it to her and handed it in and Flynn absolutely cannot fathom who would do that for her.

Definitely not the person she wishes this was from. But now is not the time to think about that.

Almost frantically, she scans the rose for an attached message, or at least an indication about who the sender is.

Nothing. In fact, it looks like the cardboard tag has been ripped off, leaving only the corner with her own name, attached to a piece of string.

“Ooh”, Julie says, waggling her eyebrows, when she spots Flynn puzzling over her flower. “Who’s this from?”

“No idea”, Flynn says, dragging her thumb across the jagged edges of the destroyed tag. “No idea…”

-

Later in the hallway, Flynn tries her best to stealthily transfer the rose from her backpack into her locker. She fails, obviously, because she when she looks around she catches Carrie blatantly staring at her from a few feet away.

“What?” she snaps, irritably. Yes, Carrie has very clearly been trying to be nicer to both her and Julie, but Flynn is still weary of this new found peace.

She also might be a bit annoyed simply because she got a rose and it isn’t from Carrie.

Immediately, something in Carrie’s posture changes and her face scrunches up.

“Nothing”, she says. “Just wondering who’s stupid enough to send you a rose.”

Flynn feels like she’s been punched in the chest. “What’s that supposed to mean?!” she says incredulously.

“Don’t you hate valentine’s day?” Carrie asks and now Flynn is just confused. Why does she still remember that?

“It’s anonymously”, Julie chimes in unhelpfully. “From a secret admirer”

She sings those last words teasingly, like she’s done all the way through English lesson. Like she has any room to talk with the songs Luke and her write about each other on the daily.

Carrie raises an eyebrow, seemingly unimpressed.

“Someone sent you a rose and didn’t even write their name? That’s so stupid.”

“It’s not-“, Flynn starts and then breaks off. Why does she suddenly feel defensive over this anonymous sender?

“Sounds like a coward to me”, Carrie says with a sickly sweet smile before turning away. “See you in music”, she calls and disappears down the hallway.

“What has made her revert back to demon today?” Julie says, sounding as confused as Flynn feels.

-

Flynn doesn’t expect any follow up after the rose on Valentine’s Day. It has been fun coming up with more and more wild theories with Julie and the band (the latest being that it’s a ghost who has fallen for Flynn when they saw her setting up the lightshow at the Orpheum), but to Flynn at least it is clear that that was the end of it.

So when she finds a small envelope on her desk the next morning, it takes her a bit to figure out what’s happening here.

Inside, she finds a small piece of paper with, curiously enough, words clearly written by a real typewriter on it.

>

To: Flynn

I’m sorry I’m a mess,

But you simply make me speechless.

I couldn’t let you go without a note,

After I trashed the first one I wrote,

So let me just say, though this is nothing new,

I seem to have hopelessly fallen for you.

>

When Carrie catches Julie and Flynn pouring over the poem during lunch while walking past their table, she scoffs.

“A bit cliché, don’t you think?”

Flynn scowls and hides the note with her hand. “Go away Carrie”

“The meter’s off”, Carrie says haughtily before stalking off.

“How did she spot that so fast?” Julie exclaims incredulously.

-

The next note shows up in Flynn’s bag while she’s working on a Spanish presentation with Nick and Carrie.

>

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

I like your music,

And your rapping too

>

“Now that’s just tacky”, Carrie says, while spying over Flynn’s shoulder.

Flynn rolls her eyes.

-

>

Flynn,

No poem today, just wanted to say that your smile made my day.

>

“They’re not even trying anymore, are they?” Carrie mocks.

-

>

With your gentle soul and your kind eyes,

You chase away the clouds in the skies,

Never met a person, so loyal and strong

And anyone who had you, would be a lucky one.

>

“Skies? This sounds ridiculous!”

Flynn curses the fact that Carrie keeps seeing these.

-

>

I’d write you a song, but no melody is beautiful enough to fit you.

>

Even Julie calls that one cheesy but for once, even though she sits right there with them, Carrie has nothing to say.

Flynn looks on confused while Carrie scribbles into her notebook with a pinched expression on her face, pen gripped so tightly that it looks like it might break any second.

“She needs to finish this new Dirty Candy song by tomorrow”, Nick explains.

“Yeah and I hate everything I write the second it’s on the page!” Carrie growls, clearly completely lost in whatever she’s dealing with.

-

>

I try to tell you every day,

But you just take my breath away

These rhymes seem silly and never enough

Forgive me, I am blinded by love

>

“Coming on a bit strong there.”

And she’s back.

-

>

Hi Flynn,

I think I’m giving up on the rhyming- It’s a bit strange, isn’t it? Also I swear I’m not a stalker! Just a girl who likes you a lot and is too scared to tell you.

You looked so pretty at the dance yesterday, and you were awesome as a DJ- you always are.

>

“Surely you must be fed up with this nonsense by now?” Carrie asks, when Flynn passes her on her way out of the classroom, the newest note folded neatly in her hand.

The thing is- Flynn is annoyed. But not exactly by the letters. Her secret admirer is sweet and earnest, seems to love music as much as Flynn and all of her friends do and the little poems always brighten her day.

What’s annoying is that she still can’t figure out who this mysterious person with a crush on her is. And that the person she wishes it was is intend on mocking the whole thing to the best of her abilities.

Every time a new note shows up, Carrie is there, ready to tear it into pieces with pointed words and vicious critiques.

Flynn tries to not let it affect her too much. Otherwise, Carrie has been perfectly civil, friendly even and it feels like a bit of their old friendship is restoring, slowly, piece by piece. And what she says about the letters is mostly directed at this person that none of them really know, not at Flynn herself.

It still feels personal, somehow.

-

>

Flynn,

I had a bad day today, but you were really nice to me. It made it all a bit better. Thank you.

>

-

It’s when Carrie one day snatches one of the notes right out of Flynn’s hand to call it “embarrassing”, “awkward” and “clumsy”, that something in her just snaps.

“You know what Carrie”, she says, loudly, almost shouting it even, “can you, for once, just keep your unnecessary comments to yourself?”

Almost immediately, Carrie’s arrogant smile falls and Flynn uses the moment of surprise to steal back her piece of paper.

“You’ve been so mean to this person. I don’t know what your issue is here but I need you to back off on the attitude. I might not know who this is from, so I don’t even know if I like whoever is writing these but I like the letters.”

Carrie looks absolutely shocked, completely frozen in place, her jaw clenched tightly. Good.

“Yes, they might not be perfect”, Flynn barrels on, “but they’re honest, and raw and so, so kind and I can tell that they come from the heart and isn’t that the most important thing?!”

Without waiting for an answer, Flynn picks up her bag that she leaned against the lockers when she discovered the note and brushes past Carrie. She knows she’s a bit too worked up, but it has been a trying week.

Only a few moments later she realizes that she saw tears forming in Carrie’s eyes.

-

In Spanish class, Flynn notices the glaring absence of Carrie in the seat in front of her and a little bit of guilt starts building up inside of her. She has no idea what’s going on, but something clearly is up so after their teacher finally lets them go, Flynn goes on to try and find Carrie.

The music room is one of the first places Flynn thinks of and sure enough, she can hear gentle piano notes and Carrie’s voice singing very quietly drifting through the slightly cracked door.

Before barging in, Flynn stops short when she recognizes parts of the lyrics. Is that- one of the poems she received only a week ago?

Slowly, she tiptoes into the room. What she sees is Carrie, cross-legged at the piano, bent over her notebook full of scribbles that she’s clearly reading from and that somehow contain parts of the poetry that has been a big mystery to Flynn and all of her friends for so long. Just now Carrie’s singing the words that are undeniable not just poems, but song lyrics, and she has added onto them and-

Flynn doesn’t understand anything anymore.

“Carrie!” she says, before she can stop herself. Carrie flinches and bolts away from the piano, the chair clattering down to the floor in the process.

“Flynn”, she breathes, looking terrified.

“I-“, Flynn stutters, “What’s going on? Is this some kind of prank?” She doesn’t think she could take that.

“No!” Carrie yells and immediately winces at her volume. “No, I would never do that to you”

“Then why-“, Flynn is getting more confused every second, “you wrote those? I thought you hated- the notes, I though you hated the notes”

To her horror, Carrie is now actually crying.

“I do hate the notes, I mean I feel so stupid, you hate Valentine’s Day and then I send you a rose, but I just- I like so much and I didn’t know what to do and I wanted to tell you but I couldn’t and then I wrote you those notes but they always sounded so stupid to me”

Carrie is full on panic rambling now and Flynn is barely processing all this new information that is thrown at her.

“I just couldn’t stop myself and then you said you actually like the notes? But I know you’d never like me, as a person, I mean I am awesome as a performer but horrible as a friend, let alone as a girlfriend and-“

“Carrie-“, Flynn tries to intersect, “Carrie!”

Carrie stops and finally looks at her, wide eyed.

“I do like you, as a person”, Flynn says. Her heart is beating out of her chest but she is not letting this go.

“I- what?” Carrie looks as confused as Flynn felt just a minute ago. “You do?”

“Yes”, Flynn says and now she can’t stop the smile on her face, “I really like you. Actually, I always wished those notes were from you.”

Carrie blinks. “You. Okay. Okay. Um- I really didn’t-“

Flynn laughs. “Deep Breaths Carrie.”

“I don’t really know what to do with this now, I’m not good at all this”, Carrie says, waving her hands around but she’s smiling too now, wider with every moment.

“How about a date? Milkshakes?” Flynn asks and she doesn’t even feel afraid anymore.

“Yes”, Carrie says, her eyes sparkling with happiness. “I’d love that.”

[writefightandflightclub]

Departures

What is this? 7 of 14 prompt requests for my follower celebration!

What is the prompt? “For your drabbles I got an idea from a video I saw where a dad shaved his beard and him and his wife do a face reveal for their toddler and the kid doesn’t recognize him and starts crying, it was the cutest thing. What if Poe and reader do something similar with their kid/s?” This was hella specific (which is all good, ILY) but I reinterpreted it a little- hope you enjoy and thanks for the request, Anon! 

Author’s note: This can be read as a sequel of sorts to Arrivals but can totally be read as a stand-alone. 

Summary: dad!Poe, husband!Poe, modern!Poe domestic cuteness.

Word count: 1977

Warnings: pregnancy, fluff, wifey  x hubby flirting and light sexual innuendos, and typos.

GIF credit: here

“I’m not ready to say goodbye. You’re really going to shave it off?” you ask, with a pet lip, as you run your fingers through your husband’s glorious salt and pepper beard one more time. “It’s just so hot. You look distinguished, like a... hot Duke or something.”

Poe’s eyes twinkle with amusement. “But you like me without a beard too, right?”

“You’re hot all the time. It’s infuriating, actually. Just maybe I’m gonna miss the tickle of your beard on my skin.”

“Between your thighs, you mean?” he teases, his voice a low rumble. It’s not meant to turn you on -his tone is light-hearted- but it does anyway.

“Maybe.” you sing-song, nipping your lip between your teeth.

“You’ve forgotten how much you liked my stubble grazing you there. I’ll be happy to remind you, sweetheart.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” you promise, hopping up on the counter as Poe continues his application of shaving cream and takes his shaving blade in hand.

Ok, maybe you could get used to him without a beard again. There’s something disconcertingly hot about watching him shirtless, shearing the stubble from his chiselled jaw. Something about the smoothness and then the roughness which follows. The smell of those lotions on his skin.

You watch him fondly for a while, careful not to distract him as he moves the blade precisely over the more sensitive contours of his neck. He hums as he does so and, you realise, you’re glad to be reminded of this morning ritual. You tune-in to what he’s humming, and smile as you realise he’s unconsciously humming the theme from your little one’s current cartoon of choice. This man can go from sinful to adorable in the bat of an eye. He really has it all.

“Do you think Juno will like your new face?” you ask, and Poe’s eyes soften immediately from the mere mention of your daughter.

“She’s been strongly encouraging me to shave it off. In fact, she keeps trying to yank my beard right off. Yesterday, she hated it so much she mushed porridge into it and it was stuck in there for hours.”

“Gross, Poe.” you chide and he throws you a feigned angry look. “What if she doesn’t recognise you?”

“What?!” your heart grows several sizes upon hearing how concerned Poe sounds at the suggestion. “She’ll know me, I’m her Papa!” it’s more of a plea than a statement of certainty. He drops the blade down, seeming as if he might halt right there and remain half-bearded if there’s even a slight possibility Juno wouldn’t recognise him.

“I’m sure she will, Poe.” You say, hopping down to rub circles into his shoulder blades. “Just don’t be surprised if she gets a shock when she wakes up, ok?”

Well now he looks more than a little glum. “Maybe I shouldda kept it.” He keeps going, the other side of his beard disappearing stroke-by-stroke. The only patch which remains sits on his top lip. “Should I keep this bit?”

You smile warmly at him in the mirror. “It’s gotta go, Poe. I can’t take you seriously with a moustache.”

“Do you ever take me seriously?”

You respond by giving his ass a squeeze through his relaxed joggers. “You’re seriously sexy.” 

He smiles and you think you might be distracting him a little too much now. “I’m gonna go start on the laundry. Come remind me what that handsome, cleanshaven face feels like when you’re ready, baby.”

You mosey out of the room, swaying your hips as you know he’ll be looking to catch a glimpse through the mirror. 

***

You are pottering in the utility room downstairs when you hear Juno’s cries from the bedroom. You keep an ear out, but you know Poe is up there and likely rushing to her. Still, you wander into the kitchen so that you’re on hand if you’re needed, and so you can greet them when they make their way down to you. 

The crying doesn’t subside and you get a little furrow in your brow. “Everything ok, honey?” you call up the stairs.

You look up at the mouth of the stairs with light concern, and you see Poe approaching across the landing, a bawling little poppet slung at his hip. Juno spots you and stretches her arms towards you with cries of “Mama! Mama!”.

Poe looks upset as he hands Juno over to you and you bundle her into your arms. You give her a gentle bounce on your hip. “Jungle ‘Juno’ Dameron. What’s got you so upset after your nap, huh?”

You look at Poe’s face and he is so distressed that it’s almost comical. You’re not sure who to comfort more - him or the child. “She doesn’t recognise me, honey.”

“Aww. Course she does. Don’t you Juno?” You rub you palm over Poe’s cheek, feeling the smooth skin and the sharp contours of his jaw. “Look Juno, it’s Daddy.” You give Poe a friendly kiss on the cheek. “We love Daddy, don’t we?”

Juno wrings her chubby little hands together, a tremble in her lip as she looks between the both of you, her cries having stopped but crystal ball tears still lingering on her cheeks.

He reaches out to Juno, brushing her tears away. “It’s me, baby.”

“Do the song she likes.” you nudge him, knowing she’ll respond to his familiar and soothing voice. He begins to sing to her and immediately, her face brightens. Although she still looks a little apprehensive, her cheeks apple with her gummy smile.

To your relief, Poe’s face brightens too and soon they are both smiling again.

Now that she’s settled, Juno wriggles against you and signals she wants to be put down. “Ok, baby girl. Shall we get some fresh air in the yard? Where’s Beebs?! Shall we go find Beebs?”

Juno claps her palms together and toddles in the direction of your yard. You follow closely behind her, momentarily confused as to why Poe isn’t following too.

“You coming hubster?”

“In a second. I just need to do something upstairs.” 

You shrug and tootle outside, perching yourself on your back step and smiling softly to yourself as Juno plays in the grass with Beebs at the end of your garden. You pick up the stuffed animal strewn on the patio by your feet -a blurrg Poe had custom-made for Juno’s birthday- and your smile spreads further as you give the ridiculous creature a little snuggle.

Eventually, you hear the approach of Poe’s footsteps through the kitchen and you turn to look up at him as he plants a warm, broad hand on your shoulder. Now you might actually be able to appreciate that clean-shaven face of his. 

You squeal as you turn towards him, however, and observe that he has something inexplicable and black and furry strapped across his chin.

“Woah.” You startle, pressing your palm over the shocked “o” of your lips before a hearty laugh filters through your fingers. 

“I made a beard.” he offers by way of explanation. “I did not like upsetting Juno.” He perches himself by your side on the step. You think he’s smirking beneath the monstrosity strapped to his face, crow’s feet radiating from around his eyes. “Do you think she’ll buy it?”

You laugh. You laugh at this ludicrous man. Your fingertips coming up to tug at... whatever this is. You see he’s been quite creative, hair ties hooking it around his ears.

“What is it?”

“Ok, don’t tell Juno.” he leans in to you as if confessing a secret, his voice dropped low. “I maybe cut up a stuffed animal from that sack of stuff destined for goodwill.” 

You feel overcome that he would do all of this, just so he didn’t upset her. Happy tears brim in your eyes at how loved your daughter is. You run a hand over his makeshift beard. “You are the sweetest man on earth, you know that?”

He gently presses a hand to your rounded, expanding belly. “Anything for my joint-favourite kiddo.” Your pending second child was about to be the joint-luckiest kiddo in the world, you could swear.

You look at him again in disbelief, so utterly wonderful and so utterly ridiculous. “Poe, you know you have a stuffed animal strapped to your face? This. This is one of the reasons people don’t take you seriously.”

“I thought I was seriously sexy.” he purrs, dipping his head towards you to steal a quick kiss from his wife while Juno is happily occupied.

The fibres of the fabric tickle at your nose.

“Just to be clear, honey. There’s no way you’re getting that beard between my thighs.”

You are joined in laughter until Poe’s attention is diverted by Juno making loud, nonsensical noises and tracking her way across the garden to you both. Her hands make a grabby motion as she toddles.

“I’ll take care of you later.” he promises, with a swift press of a kiss into your hair as he stands. “For now, let’s see if Juno recognises me again. I gotta be honest, it broke my kriffing heart when she didn’t know me.” you smile at his newly invented swear word to use around the little one.

You feel warm inside as he runs to Juno and lifts her in the air, joined in a happy moment as he aeroplanes his baby girl around in his arms, Beebs snapping joyously at his heels.

You reach for your camera phone. You must remember to take a video of him in that ludicrous beard. You don’t want to forget a single, silly, loving moment and you know it is impossible to capture them all. But this one? This one is far too good to let slide.

You stand and mosey down the garden, until you fold over with a jolt of discomfort in your belly. Poe catches it instantly and turns towards you. “Honey?”

“I wasn’t sure earlier. But now I’m pretty confident I’m having contractions. Pretty regular.”

His eyes scold you for not saying anything sooner but at the same time they are only full of love.

“It’s happening! Honey!” he looks like he might smile and cry and freak out all at once. He slings Juno on to his hip so he can wrap his other arm around you, his thoughts evidently going a mile a minute. “I’ll drop Juno next door with Finn until we can get hold of Grandma Leia and Grandpa Han. The bags are in the car. We can do this.”

You look at him in shock. “It’s happening. We’ve got to go. Meet our new baby.”

He presses a loving kiss to your lips, despite that infernal fake beard still adorning his jaw. “I love you so kriffing much,” he says, voice cracking with emotion, “and I’ll be right back. Call your mom, ok?”

He dashes through the yard and you call out to him. “Poe!”

He looks back at you over his shoulder.

“Take that thing off your face, or Finn and Rose will never let you hear the end of it.”

“There’s no time, sweetie! Plus, I wouldn’t want people to start taking me seriously.” He flashes you a grin before resuming his dash through the house.

You stand in the garden alone for a moment, saying softly to yourself. “I love you so much too, Poe Dameron.”

Then, you remember that you’re not quite alone as Beebs rubs up against your calf and yaps at you, as if to helpfully yank you from your slight panic and disbelief as the reality of the situation hits you. It does the job, and you remember suddenly that you need to call your mom, Leia.

When you look down at the phone in your hand, you’re delighted to see you never hit the button to end the video you were recording. You’ve captured that whole exchange.

Tears brim in your eyes, overwhelmed by the family you already have, and the family you’re about to have. You are so glad for every moment.

THE END

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dumbass | l.dh

pairing: lee donghyuck x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

words: 1.2k

description:

Donghyuck doesn’t always make the best decisions when it comes to spending money. In other words: Donghyuck buys an overpriced crytall ball to try and communicate with spirits.

prompt used: "Oh My God, I think the crystal is working. The spirits are telling me you're a dumbass." 

notes: this is the final drabble of my halloween special. i was hopng to get it posted yesterday, but alas, life got in the way. anyway, i may not have achieved everthing I set out to do for this special event, but i’m proud of what I did accomplish. I hope you all enjoyed and thank you for reading! <3

You ran your hand over the dusty miniature statues on the shelf, eyes wandering over the carvings on the stone in mild curiosity. You could hear your boyfriend's voice off to the side, conversing with the middle aged woman who ran the place. 

You don't know how you had let Donghyuck drag you to the old antique shop in the first place.

"Where are we going, Hyuck?"

"Somewhere fun! You'll see."

You failed to see the excitement in looking at what was probably dead people's old belongings in the little store that looked more like a witch's lair than anything else.Absentmindedly, you pick up one of the dusty od statues. Sketched into the stone is what you assume to be some kind of an animal. A bear maybe, you can’t quite place it. It’s eyes are two small rubies that seem to stare at you just as you are staring at it. 

“Y/n!” You get snapped out of your little staring contest and direct your attention to the boy who is suddenly standing beside you, a large brown paper bag with something inside cradled in his arms. 

“What is that?” You gesture at the object in Donghyuck arms as you place the small statue back on its shelf. 

“You’ll see once we’re back at home.Come on!” Donghyuck doesn’t leave much room for you to speak as he grabs your hand and pulls you along, out of the small shop. 

The sun has set by the time you come home, and you can start to see the trick or treaters slowly trickle out of their houses. Donghyuck pulls you inside and starte flitting around the place, shutting the blinds. You stand there, dumbfounded as to what the hell your boyfriend was doing. He places his purchase down on the couch and turns to you. “Can you help me light some candles?” 

You sigh and cross your arms, but still comply to his request. You know there is no way Donghyuck would tell you what he was doing if you didn’t play along. Grabbin some candes from the kitchen’s drawers, you walk back into the living room, where your boyfriend has already lit various candles and placed them on the small coffee table. You join him, placing the rest of your candles down and watch as he starts to light them. 

“Ok.” Donghyuck grabs the wrapped up object and sits down on the floor next to the table full of candles. He gestures to the space in front of him. “Sit down.”

You do, crossing your legs as you try to get somewhat comfortable on the floor. Donghyuck’s smile is filled to the brim with excitement as he starts to unravel the package. “You ready?” 

You breathe out a small chuckle at the smile on your boyfriends face and nod. Finally, Donghyuck fully removed the brown paper from the object, revealing… 

...a crystal ball? 

Somehow out of all the things you were expecting, this was not one of them. It shouldn’t actually surprise you much though, knowing of Donghyuck’s obsession with tarot cards. You thought they were pretty and looked cool, but you didn't know if you believed in their supposed future telling power. 

You can’t help the small laugh that escapes your throat. “What did you buy this for?” Donghyuck places the seemingly carefully crafted crystal ball in between you two. 

“So we could communicate with the spirits, duh.” Donghyuck says as he lighty pokes your forehead. You narrow your eyes at him. “And what better time to do it than on halloween night?” 

“Uh huh…” 

You inspect the crystal ball a little more up close. Well, for what it’s worth, the design was very beautiful, small images of symbols etched into the bronze colored base and the actual crystal had a nice purple-ish shimmer to it. You pause in your inspection. 

“How much did you pay for this?” 

Donghyuck clears his throat at your question, lightly scratching at his neck as he avoids your eyes. He mutters something that sounds distinctly like eighty bucks under his breath. Your mouth falls open as you stare at him, not sure if you could believe your ears. “What?!” 

Donghyuck sighs loudly. “I paid eighty bucks for it!” 

You shake your head as you stare at your boyfriend in disbelief. He looks at you sheepishly, a tiny bit of colour tinting the apples of his cheeks. “Anyways, let’s just start, okay? Close your eyes.” 

Shaking your head once again, you close your eyes like your boyfriend asks you to. Donghyuck starts speaking, trying to coax the spirits to come out and talk. You try to focus your energy on the ball with your eyes closed. Perhaps a teeny tiny part of you hopes the ridiculous thing actually works, for Donghyuck’s sake of course. 

Half an hour passes and nothing happens. “Y/n.” You open your eyes to look at your boyfriend. “Maybe they just don’t want to talk to me. Can you try?” You want to laugh at the sheer absurdity of the situation, but you bite your tongue at the pout on Donghyuck’s lips as he speaks. Nodding in confirmation, you wait for him to close his eyes. You stare at the sphere that sits before you. 

“Spirits, I call upon you.” 

You stifle a giggle at the crease between Donghyuck’s brows as he concentrates. Minutes pass by and once again nothing happens. You get an idea then. You let a gasp fall from your lips as you lean forward and peer into the crystal. 

“Oh my God, I think the crystal is working.” Donghyuck’s eyes shoot open, gaze flicking between you and the crystal ball beneath you. You pull your head up to face him. “The spirits are telling me you're a dumbass." You deadpan before bursting into laughter at the way your boyfriend rolls his eyes.  

Donghyuck crosses his arms. “You’re stupid.” 

“Oh, come on. You have to admit that was funny.” You move the crystal out of the way to crawl over to your boyfriend. You almost expect him to push you as you sit yourself down on his lap, but all he does is huff in annoyance. “Besides, I wasn’t the one that bought a crystal ball for eighty dollars.” Donghyuck grumbles something along the lines of “fuck you” as he looks away. 

Giggling, you take your boyfriend’s face into your hands and turn his head to look at you. “Come on. Don’t be mad, Hyuckie.” Donghyuck’s arms stay crossed as you place a peck on his lips. You lean down again, leaving a longer kiss on your boyfriends lips this time. He sighs in defeat, warm air blowing into your face before his head falls to rest against your chest. “I really am a dumbass, aren’t I?” His voice is muffled against the fabric of your hoodie ad you hands come up to run through his hair as his arms snake around your waist. 

You chuckle and place a small kiss to the crown of his head before you lean back to look at him. “Maybe a little. Doesn’t change the fact that I love you, though.” Donghyuck can’t help but let out a breathy chuckle himself. 

“Thank God for that.” He leans up to capture your lips with his and you can’t stop yourself from smiling into the iss like a lovestruck idiot. 

Your boyfriend might be a little bit of a dumbass, but a very sweet one at that.

this drabble is part of Lilac’s Halloween Spooky Special ♡

[ejzah]

A sequel to last night’s drabble, per @mashmaiden’s request.

***

The next day Sam was in a much better mood, in part because he'd caught up on his paperwork but mostly because Callen was rushing around trying to finish his own reports before they were assigned a case. In a surprising turn of events, Sam had blatantly refused to offer any assistance to his partner.

Sam had been heckling Callen all morning, much to Kensi and Deeks' amusement.

"Hey, since you brought up the topic yesterday, what are the kids going to call you?" he asked, grinning broadly as he leaned back in his chair. Callen answered without looking up, typing frantically.

"For one thing, I don't have any kids and for another, any kids I do run into can call me G or Callen."

"You want Kensi and Deeks' kids to call you Uncle G or Uncle Callen?"

"Yeah, what's wrong with that?" Sam chuckled smugly at Callen’s question.

"It's going to be weird for them. They're going to have an Uncle Sam and an Uncle Eric and then there will be you, Uncle G," Sam said.

"It’s not weird,” Callen muttered as he peered at a form that was crumpled and stained with something green.

"I think you should start using your first name too so it doesn't get awkward later on when you try to explain why you only go by an initial."

“That’s a good idea, Sam,” Kensi said, nodding in agreement. “Kids ask a lot of questions.”

"I am not having any kids call me 'Grisha'.

"Then maybe you can use a different name."

"That's a good idea, Deeks. I vote for George."

"I hate that name,” Callen innterrupted before they could get too attached to the idea.

"Rude," Deeks said, pretending to be deeply offended. "There's lots of awesome people named 'George'.” He looked ready to rattle off a list of said people but Kensi beat him to it and offered,

"One of the twins from Harry Potter is named George.”

"Actually, and you should know this, Grisha can be used as a Russian variation of George." Callen sighed and finally looked up, his eyes narrowed at his partner.

"Yeah, don't listen to everything you read online. And for the last time, I'm not changing my name to George." There was a beat and then Deeks shared a smirk with Sam as he leaned towards Callen.

"Ok, then what about Georg?"

"Deeks, that's just the Germanic version of George!"

"I know, but it sounds a lot cooler and it's the name of a character from a timeless musical."

"You make that sound like that’s a good thing," Callen said. He looked thoroughly put off by the latest suggestion. Raising his hands in calming gesture, Sam said,

"Ok, ok." Callen appeared relieved, apparently believing that he was about to be left to his work in peace. Then Sam added, "Any form of George is out of the question. But what about Gary?" This suggestion earned an immediate head shake from Kensi.

“Mm, I don’t know. He doesn’t really look like a Gary to me.”

“What about Garrett?,” Deeks said, raising his finger as both Kensi and Sam began to object. “No, hear me out. It’s got a strong sound to it, like somebody who could beat you up in a dark alley, but also has a certain soap opera-y feel to it that adds romance.”

As they continued to debate among themselves, Callen started working through the files on his desk at record speed. His coworkers didn’t notice his lack of input to the conversation, too busy suggesting increasingly ridiculous names.

“Gideon.”

“Yeah, Deeks, cause G really seems like the biblical type.” Despite his words Sam was still grinning and seemed to be enjoying himself thoroughly.

“I know, Garth.” Kensi said, earning herself twin frowns of distaste and confusion from Sam and Deeks.

“Garth,” Deeks mouthed at the same time as Hetty quietly cleared her throat. It wasn’t clear how long she’d been standing there listening, but she observed them for a moment longer before she offered with a thoughtful expression,

“You know, I’ve always been partial to the name Geoffrey, spelled with a ‘G’ instead of a ‘J’. Callen looked aghast but didn’t have time to object as Eric and Nell wandered in.

“Ooh, do we get to make suggestions?” Eric asked excitedly.

Callen answered “No.” at the same time as Kensi said “Sure, why not?”

“Awesome! I’ll go with Gabriel.”

“And my choice would have to be Geovanni,” Nell said winking at Eric. “I’ve always wanted to name one of my children that.”

“Wait what-?” Hetty clapped her hands together, interrupting them again before Eric could finish his question.

“My apologies. As enjoyable as this little discussion has been, I’m afraid we do have a case,” she said, actually looking slightly dismayed. Everyone upstairs. Oh and I do hope you’ve caught up on your paperwork, because this case is shaping up to be a difficult one.” With that she left the bullpen.

“I’m not even halfway done,” Callen said, looking between the pile of papers and then accusingly at Sam.

“Hey, don’t blame me, Georg. You had all of yesterday to get it done.”

“Do not call me that.” Sam’s cheeks dimpled as he smiled even more broadly and started following his partner up the stairs, the rest of the team not far behind.

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A/N According to my very brief google search, Grisha could potentially used as a nickname for the Russian version of George. I don’t know how accurate this information is but it worked for the story.

After posting this, I realized I should note that the musical referenced is the Sound of Music.

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✬ SCENARIOS / PREFERENCES: SECOND MEETING ✬

「 Star Trek DS9 x Neutral! Reader Drabbles  」

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🌟  Benjamin Sisko  🌟

The commander was a brilliant man and you liked spending time with him.

Not many days had passed but, thanks to your mild and friendly personality, it was not difficult to earn Sisko's friendship. You were grateful and you did not regret even one moment of the decision you made. This space station was not bad at all, on the contrary, it intrigued you, you were very curious and impatient for something that was about to happen.

"What kind of feeling did you mean last time? By the expression on your face, I wouldn’t say it was a normal feeling.” He said, drinking his coffee.

"Yes, I'm doing research, I’ve not still found anything concrete... That feeling helped me, it brought me here." You answered, making Sisko even more curious.

"Really? Explain that to me, please.” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

You looked him in the eye and knew that you could trust him, maybe you should not have confessed this secret, but you read in his eyes sincerity and curiosity. You smiled, nodding.

"Well, you know? I am for a quarter betazoid, my grandmother was and even my mother has developed some kind of mental powers... Very strange.“ You explained, smiling shyly.

The commander was amazed by your confession but he did not understand how this could have anything to do with your job.

"I would never have said that, now I'm more confused than before." He nodded, taking another sip of coffee.

"I know… It's absurd. My telepathic abilities are not very developed, I have never been very capable to handle it. I have always defined myself as a simple human being.” You explained, sighing, "But sometimes I perceive, I mean, I feel things. Feelings, like the feeling that brought me here. I would define it as a kind of... Invitation." You said, staring at the emptiness inside your empty cup of tea.

"That’s why you’re here. As if, it were a sort of premonition…?” He asked, confused but fascinated at the same time.

"Exactly! That's it. I often see future events during the night, I perceive emotions that do not belong to me, these sensations remain for a long time. This one in particular, it is tormenting me.” You explained, sighing.

"I understand. It's strange. So the only logical explanation you have about your ability is that it can be related to your grandmother. You have developed betzoid telepathic abilities in ways others have never had.” Sisko said, truly interested in what you said.

"You are very perspicacious, commander. I believe it is so but I don’t have a more rational explication. It happened even when I was a child and very often, my visions came true. It's scary." You said.

"And this feeling about the space station worries you?" He asked.

"I don’t know, it's a positive but alarming feeling as well. Something extraordinary is about to happen but then... " you have explained but you are stuck, you were hit by a terrible headache.

Sisko, worried about your safety, was about to call the doctor when he was called by his first officer who told him that a mysterious wormhole was just appeared in space.

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🌟  Julian Bashir  🌟

A new day begun and the doctor was already in his sickbay waiting for his patients. He hoped it was going to be an interesting and curious day, not that he hoped people would get sick, but he did not like to be bored.

Today, new staff would come to the station, including new members of the medical staff like nurses and scientists, so he was content and he could not wait to know his new colleagues.

At that moment, his thoughts were interrupted by the mechanical sound of the door opening.

"Good morning, Doctor Bashir." A familiar voice spoke, but he was turned and so he did not recognize the person, but it was a lovely voice, he smiled.

"The visiting time has not started yet..." he said, turning around and a surprised expression appeared on his face.

"Are you okay?" You asked and in fact, the owner of that charming voice was you, the person he had met yesterday.

"Yes, I guess you're not here for a check-up." He asked, smiling.

"No, fortunately I have no health problems. I'm the new nurse, but I think I don’t have to introduce myself." You told him, giving him the PAD with your professional information.

He had not read anything about his colleagues because he loved the surprises and now he was really intrigued.

"Oh, I didn’t imagine you were part of the new staff. You didn’t tell me." He said, smiling.

"No, I wanted to surprise you, did I succeed?" You asked in a playful tone.

"You did it! Welcome to Deep Space 9." He said, nodding happily.

"It’ll be a pleasure to work with you." You said, smiling tenderly.

"No, pleasure’s mine.” and he smiled too.

His day could not start better than that and he was sure, next days would be even better.

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🌟  Kira Nerys  🌟

You spent two days in prison, it was not a great stay and you were really worried for your little sister.

Actually, you were not alone in this space station because you were with your uncle and your younger sister. Your uncle could not be defined as an honest, nice and altruist person. He was the definition of horrible, arrogance and rudeness, so you could not stand him. Your uncle had the bad habit of beating you and your sister, and so many times, you sacrificed yourself and took his violence for her. You just wanted to protect your sister and you could not do it inside a cell.

In fact, you had stolen those gold nuggets for her, to buy something to eat, since your uncle was selfish and so you had to take care of your sister alone.

After 48 hours, you were released even if Kira did not agree and she was afraid you could commit another crime.

Your criminal record was still cleaner than Quark's, the person you robbed, so maybe you had learnt your lesson and she had nothing to worry about.

After your release, you were free to come home and you ran as fast as you could to reach your quarters, hoping your sister was fine but you did not find her anywhere and so you thought she was with your abusive uncle. The only place he could stay was to Quarter’s bar because that man loved gambling.

You found your sister there, she was crying and your uncle was about to slap her in the face when you started screaming.

“You bastard, don’t touch her!” you put yourself between your sister and uncle, taking his slap.

In that moment, the security came and they took you and your uncle, there was also Kira watching and she was not glad to see you there.

“You again, are you searching for new troubles?” she asked, blocking you.

“No, it’s not how it seems, I can explain.” You tried to explain yourself, “I was just defending her, he wanted to beat her, I couldn’t stay here to watch. I didn’t do anything wrong!” you said while your sister was hugging you and crying.

“That little bitch complains and cries all the time, I had to stop her!” your drunk uncle said, and then he was taken away by the security men.

Kira knew you were honest and you were not the guilty one and so she let you go.

“Ok, you’re innocent now but don’t think I’ve forgotten what you did last time!” she said with severity.

“I know, I’m sorry for what I did and I won’t do it again, I’ve not even told you the reason why I stole that gold.” You talked, maybe you needed to vent with someone and you were so desperate that she nodded, sitting with you in a table of the bar.

“Ok, if you want to confess your crime I’m here to listen, but I’m not your friend, I’m giving you the chance to redeem yourself.” She said and then she looked at your sister, maybe she was the reason why Kira decided to give you a chance to explain yourself.

“Thank you, Commander.” You nodded.

Maybe it could not help you to resolve your problem but it could help to heal your nerves from the stress this life gave you.

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🌟  Jadzia Dax  🌟

You could not forget Dax's beauty so easily, she was the thought that kept appearing in your mind.

Her presence tormented your dreams and your desires. You continued to observe her without ever speaking to her as if you were blocked by a kind of shame, by an irrational fear, perhaps you were afraid of not being enough for a woman like her.

What could you tell her that she did not already know? What experiences could you narrate to her that she had not already lived in her past seven lives? Whatever you had told her, she would have continued to ignore you, finding her PAD more interesting than your words.

You craved her, you wanted to know and love her more than anything else, you knew that this was impossible because the trill race had precise rules on romantic relationships but you wanted to be the exception. Her exception.

You had to be brave and try your luck. This life was an hazard after all and you had to risk it all.

"Hello, do I bother?" You asked Dax, appearing calm but you were so anxious.

Dax remembered you, since she had noticed the way you looked at her and she wondered why you had never talked to her until now. People usually invited her to dinner, everyone was interested in her, but she politely refused all their invitations.

She also observed all your moves, just as you observed her, but she was not sure of your intentions.

After a few seconds, she looked up and looked at you, smiling, and she shook her head.

"No, you’re welcome." her smile was mysterious and fascinating, you would watch her smile for hours but you knew you could not waste any more time.

"I heard you're a Tongo fan, do you want to play with me?" You asked, smiling.

The expression of Dax changed, now she was curious, surprised that you had proposed to play this game.

Maybe you were different from the others, you just wanted to be her friend without ulterior motives or maybe you just wanted to know her. She did not expect it, especially after all the time you spent watching her like a maniac.

Her smile widened and she nodded, "Sure, but I warn you I'm very good at that game, so it will not be easy to defeat me." She replied, putting down her PAD.

Your big chance arrived, you felt so happy that you would jump all over the hall but in the end you just nodded, smiling radiantly, "May I win or lose, it will be a pleasure to play with you, Jadzia Dax." You answered, spelling every letter of her name.

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🌟  ODO  🌟

Last night was very hard for you, you drowned your sorrows in alcohol and you risked feeling sick. Fortunately, Mr. Odo came before you passed out on Quark’s counter and convinced you to come back to your quarters.

Now that you thought about what happened, you felt ashamed, you did not want anyone to see you in that miserable state but it happened. You were so sad that you did not care about anything anymore, you were still suffering but now you were sober and you regretted what you did. Unfortunately, you knew it could happen again because the wounds in your heart were still bleeding and you might have fallen into the abyss again.

There was something you wanted to do, you wanted to thank that member of the security that helped you yesterday. You have not talked so much with him, but without his help now you would really be sleeping on the floor of the bar, stinking like a drunken bum.

Despite the alcohol and the confusion, you still remembered his face, his austere and cold expression of a strict diligent man, completely loyal to his duty. More people should be like that, you thought, even if you did not know him at all but you trusted him unconditionally, you did not know why. You had to thank him and find some of the honour you lost yesterday.

You dressed and then you came out of your quarters, you looked so different from the sloppy person of last night. Yes, you lost your mind and you kept being afraid, anxious and worried.

Your steps were quick and you walked until you found Odo, he was doing his reconnaissance, so you approached him.

"Good morning, sir!" you said, your voice was shy and then he turned around.

Odo remembered you, but he did not expect to find you here, usually people spoke with him when there was a problem and then his thoughts went to Quark, Odo thought that ferengi had bothered you again.

"Good morning, do you have any problems?" He asked politely.

"No, I'm fine... I wanted to thank you for yesterday, I was in terrible condition. I didn’t want to cause troubles, I'm very sorry. Thank you very much for helping me." You said in a weak voice.

Odo raised an eyebrow, he knew that you were not a bad person and by your insecure voice, he also understood how vulnerable and scared you were.

He nodded, "You do not need to thank me, I just did my duty. I advise you to avoid certain places at night... Well, avoid them every time, actually." He said, looking at Quark's bar with severity, "This station is full of thugs, be careful. "

"Yes, I see. I am grateful that there are people like you who protects this space station. I feel safe, thank you." You said, timidly, and then you showed him a small smile.

Odo was surprised, it was rare that someone thanked him for his job. He realized that you were sincere, he was proud of himself.

Odo just nodded and then returned to his job but he did not forget your words, your smile.

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Robert lewandowski 60 please!

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything you recognize and I am notmaking money from this. It is just for fun.

 Robert Lewandowski: 60. “Are you going to talk to me?”

“Hey, Lewy, how are you doing?” I asked, getting in linebehind him at his favorite coffee shop around the corner from the stadium.

“Are you going to talk to me today?” Robert asked withoutturning around, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

“What are you on about? We talked a couple of days ago, andyou were very pleasant, I might add,” I commented as we inched forward.

“I saw you yesterday at a gelato stand and called your name.You looked right at me, then turned away like you didn’t even know me and ranoff in the opposite direction as soon as you had your ice cream. Couldn’t getaway from me fast enough,” he noted.

“This wasn’t just outside the Uni, was it?” I asked, pullingout my phone.

“It was, actually, are you going to tell me why youpretended you didn’t know me,” Robert demanded, finally turning around.

“It is because I didn’t know you,” I responded, flickingthrough the photos on my phone.

“We have worked at the same football club for the last 2seasons, how was it you didn’t know me yesterday?” Robert questioned, startingto lose his patience.

“Because my entire department was at the club offices allday yesterday and the person you saw was my twin,” I replied, showing him myphone which was displaying a picture of my twin and I at the same Gelato stand.

“Your twin?” he asked.

“Daphne. She is going for a doctorate in Literature and thatstand is where she goes when she needs a quick pick me up during a studysession. I am surprised you didn’t know, she has been to several Bayern eventsthat you attended,” I commented, putting my phone away.

“Ok, I officially feel stupid,” he said as he finallyreached the counter. “Can I buy your drink as my way of apologizing?”

“I think I’d like that. Thanks, Lewy,” I agreed with asmile.

 A/N: I think this is the last one for tonight, I am beat, but I will pick up tomorrow. I hope you liked it, like, reblog, and comment if youdid. If you want to read more of my stories, including more drabbles, click here. And if you want oneof your own click the link below.

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Fifth Day of Twelve - A Perfectly Captured Memory

Well well well this is the most commitment I've had to something in a while. You're welcome LOL.

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The snow had really come down over night but you didn't mind. You had gloves now to keep your hands nice and toasty. Even though it was now the weekend in most people's lives, to you, it was just another work day which meant no sleep in whatsoever.

The office was empty when you arrived, typical for a weekend and it was only 0630. You had been up far too early thinking about anything but what gift you would receive today. At least trying to think about anything else. Failing miserably. That was at 0500 and when you saw the snow piled up on the rim of your bedroom window you decided to go in early just in case there was traffic. Had nothing to do with possibly catching the gift giver in the act.

Alas when your eyes found your desk it had something extra sitting beside your phone that definitely wasn't there when you left last night. Unfortunately the potted plant had to go yesterday because it started to smell not so nice.

Once you dropped your backpack underneath, you picked up the photo frame and smiled at the cute family photo inside. It was of the team at Jimmy's birthday party this year. A half decent one before half of you got absolutely sloshed. You were part of that half and so was the woman with her arm curled around your waist, holding you close, her head resting against yours. You of course, had a stupid overly tipsy grin spread across your face. The more.you looked at the photo the more the memory flooded your mind, the taste of bourbon, the warm touch and tight hold of Jack Sloane.

Most days you could keep your emotions under control but that night, the alcohol let them free, just a little. There was dancing, one slow song but you were both too drunk for it to mean anything. You ran your finger over the frame with a smile. His party was so long ago.

That night made it difficult to hold those emotions in check after, you'd tried so hard for the past year putting those feelings for her aside. Someone had pointed out that maybe the failed dates were because no one matched up and that was partly true. No one could but you didn't know how they could match up when you weren't ever a thing to begin with. Oh, how you prayed this was all from her.

You knew Jack was attracted to females, Izzy was easy to get information out of once she was tipsy. Izzy stopped by a few months back to share information on a case much to Jack's dismay but this time she charmed you into drinks. Only for her to get more information on Jack's dating life but in return you got some back story on Jack as well. She, of course, wasn't around to be angry at either of you until the following morning because Izzy had sent her a drunken voicemail.

She was more mad at Izzy for blabbing and curious towards you about why you were so inquisitive. You deflected like you usually did and for once Jack let up.

That was you and Jack. A friendship with questions attached. You knew Jack had asked questions about you a while back. You knew because you'd overhead her talking to Ellie in the ladies room a couple months after you'd joined. It wasn't anything about the job, it was all personal. Ellie had asked you out for Saturday night drinks with her and Nick, everyone else had plans but that didn't stop Jack from getting all the information she wanted. After that you avoided going out with Ellie for a while, it wasn't until she figured it out and promised things would stay between the two of you, that you decided to go drinking with them again. You didn't mind sharing, you just preferred when the person wanting to know asked you face to face which you knew was entirely hypocrital on your part.

Why she didn't ask you or why you couldn't ask her was frustrating. They weren't overly intrusive questions, just getting to know a person's life a bit more. She just made you nervous for some reason.

You almost dropped the photo frame when the elevator doors dinged. It was Gibbs arriving for the day with a cup of coffee in his hand. He frowned at your shocked face and you gave him a one shoulder shrug in response. "Morning."

" 'morning. Another present?"

His question caught you off guard. "Umm..yeah."

"Only gets annoyin' when they harp on about it." He offered a reason to your questioning look. "Got a photo?" He stopped at your desk and looked down at the frame.

You picked it up and faced it towards him. It was a simple light wooden frame with a meaningful picture. "Even has you smiling."

"Might 'ave somethin' to do with the good bourbon Palmer had on tab." He smirked, placing it back down on your desk.

You chuckled. "Was good bourbon." So good that Jimmy didn't realise how many people drank it until he got the bill.

Gibbs nodded and took a swig of his coffee. "Any ideas yet?"

You raised a brow at his follow up but his dead stare just made you chuckle more. "No. I dont-" You didn't want to sound stupid. It seemed like a silly reason.

"Want to ruin the surprise." He nodded and walked over to his desk. It sounded ok when he said it.

"Yeah."

There was silence between you after that. You followed up with the call directory of the victims brother you were working on last night. Praying to find something to go with the no alibi he had for the time of the murder. They were estranged however only lived twenty minutes apart and something in his answers seemed off. Off according to Gibbs and Jack which was something. He just seemed unpleasant when you and Gibbs picked him up yesterday.

The team started to arrive just after and to no one's surprise Ellie was the only one to notice or comment about the frame on your desk. She soon dropped the subject when Jack came whizzing in.

"Guess where I'm jetting off to in a few hours?!" She beamed, bouncing on the balls of her feet with your added enthusiasm.

"Where Jack?" All three of you said in deadpan unison and Gibbs smirked as Jack rolled her eyes. "I don't care if you aren't interested. I'm going to New Orleans." She raised her arms in victory. "It's been so long."

You could tell by her slightly open mouth and glowing eyes that she was thinking about food. "What's first on the menu?"

She laughed and looked down at you. "Depends. I'm going to help Dwayne on a case. He asked for me specifically and Vance actually agreed. So it may be his gumbo or a restaurant between the airport and the office." She shrugged really not caring which option it would be, just that she knew it would be good food.

"Mmmm I can smell it all, already." Ellie hums. She visited the NOLA office earlier in the year, side trip when she went home for a week to Oklahoma. Tammy and Sebastian had finally convinced her to come down for a weekend with the promise of Dwayne's signature dish. She didn't care what it was, she was sold.

"You might need to bring her back something." Nick smirked at Ellie's poked tongue.

"I might just do that."

"Thank you Jack." They both grinned at each other. Ellie was known for her love of food but Jack was a close second in your book.

"Have fun, remember there's a case to solve inbetween food." You smiled wider when she rolled her eyes.

That's when the thought clicked, if Jack wasn't here then you'd finally know if it was her or not. She couldn't surprise you with gifts if she wasn't here and she wouldn't dare tell anyone else it's her.

"Thank you, Y/n. Gibbs, I've got those profiles you asked for yesterday. Follow me." She motioned with her gloved hand for him to join her to her office and he obliged.

She left the office not long after and left Gibbs with another possible lead for the case.

"Grab your gear."

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Tonight consisted of drinking eggnog, watching Christmas movies while making Gingerbread houses with my roommate. Twas fun. Feeling very festive. Hop everyone has a good weekend!