Castiel just barely slips out the door into the hallway and turns the knob as he closes it so the latch doesn’t make a sound. The light is always on in the hallway, and Dean always wakes up if too much of it pours into his room, so Castiel has mastered the art of slipping through the smallest space possible.
He breathes a sigh of relief once he’s in the hallway.
A small voice to his right lets out an amused laugh. He turns to see a particularly tiny woman wearing a very large plaid shirt and nothing else. Well, he supposes she could be wearing shorts under the shirt. It really is very big on her.
“You must be Castiel,” she says rather loudly, mispronouncing his name just slightly.
He walks over to her with a finger to his lips.
She puts her hand over her mouth in embarrassment before signing, I’m deaf.
Castiel mouths an “oh” before dropping his head and laughing. He then pops his head back up fast and mouths, “Are you Eileen?”
She nods eagerly and signs, You’ve heard about me?
Sam has mentioned you a few times, he signs back. He says you’re a very good hunter.
Her face lights up. You’re damn right I am. Still, that’s very sweet of him.
So, are you two…? Castiel looks back toward Sam’s room and then down at Eileen’s shirt.
Eileen’s eyes widen in embarrassment. He’s asleep. I was just going to the bathroom.
I was heading to the kitchen for a cup of tea. Would you like some?
Is there caffeine in it?
Not at 4 in the morning.
Eileen smiles and gives him a thumbs up before moving past him toward the bathroom. Castiel watches her go for a second before it hits him.
He looks down at his plain black t-shirt and too-small boxer briefs and wonders if Eileen could tell that these clothes aren’t his. And that he came out of Dean’s room instead of one of the countless other extra bedrooms in the bunker.
By the time Eileen pads into the kitchen, Castiel has two mugs ready with decaf teabags in them and he’s standing at the stove staring at the pot so he can pull it off the burner before it whistles.
It’s only a minute longer before Cas pours the water into the mugs and takes a seat across from Eileen at the kitchen table.
You’re an angel, aren’t you? Eileen asks as her tea steeps.
A/N: @deanssweetheart23 I warned you not to tempt me… and now it’s here. This could turn into a little mini-series if you guys are interested, so let me know. (Fire photos are mine/from my local department, Dean is from google)
Quick language guide for those of you who don’t live with a police scanner providing constant background noise: BOLO (be on the look-out), MVA (motor vehicle accident), ALS (advanced life support), Car 3-2 (Lieutenant’s vehicle)
This is a second part of my fic about Mike and his dad that I posted a few days ago, you can find the first part in my writing tag (allie writes). I’m thinking about writing a third part with a bit of a Mike and Hopper bonding too. Anyway, enjoy!
Ted Wheeler left on the day of his son’s fifteenth birthday.
It was a warm Saturday, June evening. The whole party, Steve, Nancy and Jonathan, gathered in the basement, with the exception of El, who was yet to come.
‘Okay, so you guys are going to teach me that nerdy game of yours today, right? ’ Steve asked, throwing a chips into his mouth, and focusing very hard on pushing away the remains of hurt he felt when he looked at Nancy and Jonathan.
'Its a very serious board game! If you’re going to be a part of the party, you need to take it seriously!’ exclaimed Mike, deeply offended.
'Whatever you said, birthday boy. ’ said Steve, raising his hands defensively. As soon as he said it, the doorbell rang and Mike jumped up, nearly knocking the D&D table over.
'I… Uh… I’ll just…’ he stammered, trying to smooth down his button-up navy blue shirt his mom made him wear.
'Just go already, Romeo!’ Dustin grinned.
Mike rolled his eyes and nearly ran up the stairs. He approached the front door and took a deep breath. He felt ridiculous, still feeling this way everytime he was about to see her, but he couldn’t help it.
The door opened and Mike thought he must have looked even more ridiculous than he felt.
El was wearing a black 'The Clash’ t-shirt she got from Will and Jonathan for her fourteenth birthday, tucked into a dark red knee-length skirt. Her curly hair that reached her shoulders now were neatly braided on one side, leaving the rest of the hair wild. She was smiling softly, looking up at him with her doe eyes.
He forgot to breathe for a moment.
'El. ’ he said breathlessly, feeling a stupid grin grow on his face.
Hopper, who was standing next to her, holding a big package, cleared his throat. Mike looked at him, blinking.
'Uh, hi Hopper. ’
'Hi kid. ’ Jim grinned slightly, shaking his head at the teenager. 'Happy birthday.’
He handed Mike the package. The boy took it, and huffed. It was surprisingly heavy.
'What’s that? ’
'How about you find out and chief comes in for a coffee and a piece of cake? ’ said Karen, who appeared in the doorway.
'I should get going Karen, I’m on a diet, and I have… ’
'Joyce’s here too. ’
Jim scratched his head. El shot him a knowing look, nudging him with her elbow.
'I guess a piece of cake won’t hurt. ’ he grumbled and followed Karen to the living room shooting a warning look at Mike, but smiling lightly at the same time.
'Happy birthday. ’ said El, standing on her tiptoes and kissing his cheek, her lips lingering on his warm skin for a few seconds. Her hands rested on his arms, fingers gripping his shirt lightly. 'And stop growing.’ she huffed.
He chuckled lightly, kissing the tip of her nose, which she scrunched up adorably.
'Open your present. ’
He kneeled down and lifted the lid of the box, looking inside.
'Michael!’ his mother reprimanded from the living room, but Mike just looked up at El.
'This is so cool!’
Inside there was a brand new brown typing machine.
'So you can write your stories.’ El said shyly. 'Is it like the one you wanted?’
He didn’t respond. Instead, he stood up and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly. Due to the growth spurt he experienced during last year, her face was buried in his chest, but at times like that she didn’t mind the height difference at all.
'Thank you. ’ he breathed.
'You guys coming or are you going to suck face here all night?’ Dustin’s voice interrupted, as their impatient friend came up from the basement. 'You look totally bitchin’, El. ’ he added, grinning at her. She grinned back, pulling back from Mike, who made a face at Dustin and grabbed the box.
'I, uh… I’ll be right back, okay? I’ll just take this to my room. ’ Mike said. 'You guys go ahead. ’
El glanced at him, sensing that he was a little uneasy, but decided to talk to him about it later, and went down with Dustin.
Mike carried the box to his room, and then entered the living room.
'Mom… Did dad call, or something? ’ he muttered awkwardly, trying to avoid looking at Joyce and Hopper. 'I mean… He stayed in work longer, right?’
Karen nodded, looking at her son with concern.
'Do you wanna wait for him, with the cake?’
Mike gripped a button of his shirt between his thumb and index finger, pressing his lips together.
'No. Just… Can we just have it now?’
'Of course. ’
He marched towards the basement, stopping before he reached the stairs. He pressed his forehead against the wall, breathing in deeply and wiping a stray bit of moisture in the corner of his eye.
I don’t care.
I do not care. The same way he doesn’t care.
I do not care.
Straightening his back, he walked down.
Holly joined the group, insisting she was going to braid Max’s hair. The redhead really wanted to protest, but it took one smile and a dash of 'Wheeler charm’ and there she was, sitting on the floor while the six year old fiddled with her fiery strands.
'Look, Mikey!’ Holly exclaimed, showing him one of the two braids she was making.
'This is really pretty Holls. ’ he smiled at her, suppressing the storm inside his head.
For them. You’re a damn happy fifteen year old. You are. Act like it. You don’t care. He doesn’t have to be here for you to be happy. You never needed him anyway. He never really wanted to be here for you.
'Mike? Hey, Mike?’
'What?’ Mike looked at Lucas.
'You spaced out again. You alright, man?’ his friend had a concerned look on his face.
'Do you have that character sheet you made for Steve?’
'Character sheet for… oh, sure. Wait a sec. ’ he approached the shelf, taking his DM notebook and rummaging through it. 'Yeah, here it is. Steve the Fighter. ’
He presented the page to Steve. He scanned the text and his eyes grew wide. ’
'That’s so cool! And I have a spiked bat here too! And I…’
'Act like a seven year old? ’ added Max, grinning at him from her spot on the floor. He showed her his tongue and grinned to himself.
'Thats real cool. Thanks, Wheely. ’ he ruffled Mike’s hair.
Mike smiled despite himself and felt the urge to laugh.
He, Mike Wheeler,was turning fifteen, and was about to play Dungeons and Dragons with Steve freaking Harrington, who somehow managed to unofficially become a honorary older brother to all of them. Among many strange things that happened during last few years, this was possibly one of the strangest. Despite everything, though, Mike decided to be a normal teenager and let go of the things that kept him from enjoying his own birthday.
And for a while he succeeded. They were laughing, playing, listening to music that Jonathan brought. He was holding El’s hand under the table, and she was resting her cheek against his arm. Steve was engrossed in a game even more than the boys, El, who already grasped the concept was getting really good at it, suprising all of them, Max, sporting two glorious braids, teased Mike endlessly when the description parts about 'El the Mage’ turned out to be way longer than the others, Holly, Jonathan and Nancy watching them from the couch, Holly braiding Jonathan’s hair now, to Nancy’s amusement.
Then the cake was there, and he was blowing out the candles, and he could almost feel like he was truly, fully okay.
But then, there was shouting. It was his mother, easily heard from the basement, yelling at her husband for not being there for his son’s birthday. There was yelling, endless yelling, and somehow Mike ended up hugging Holly, who was frozen, scared. She did not understand.
'It’s okay, Holly. It’s okay. I promise. ’ he whispered to her, turning to the only thing he was even slightly good at. Helping. He had to help Holly, he had to be there for Nancy. He didn’t matter all that much, he just needed to make them okay, he needed to make his mom okay, he needed to…
There was silence, dead silence, broken only by his quickened, uneven breath, Holly’s sobs and Nancy’s sniffling. The rest was frozen, unsure what to do or say, Jonathan and Will looking at each other with way too much understanding of the situation, their memories still fresh.
The silence carried on.
He needed to do something, say something, be a man in a boys body, like his father always expected him to but never believed he could be.
And as he passed Holly into Nancy’s arms, with Steve, a concerned look on his face, trying to distract the little girl with his brand new D&D piece.
Mike ran up the stairs, ignoring the calls of his friends.
He came to face his father, a suitcase handle in his hand.
'Dad…?’ he asked, suddenly out of breath, feeling like Troy had just kicked his stomach again.
'Happy birthday, son. ’ Ted said, putting a hand on his arm. His eyes were empty, with just a spark of some sort of guilt hidden deep in them.
And then there was a car being started, driven away. And Mike wasn’t okay. Mike Wheeler was not by any means okay, and the realisation came crashing down on him so quickly he felt the wave of breathtaking panic fill his lungs, felt his hands start to shake, and his chest shook with soundless sobs.
He didn’t even bother to close the door after himself.
They find him at the quarry two hours later, staring at the water reflect the moonlight, his eyes red and puffy, his tall, lanky form shaking.
El is the first one to reach him, having nearly jumped out of the car before it even stopped. When her hands get a hold the sides of his head and her forehead is pressed against his own, he crumbles to the ground, fresh wave of tears breaking the dam, leaning against her and clinging to her as if he would fall apart if she didn’t hold him together.
'I’m sorry I’m so sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m so so sorry’ he kept repeating, sobbing against her arm as she held his head against her chest, his shaky breath brushing her collar bones, her pressing her lips to his hair, her eyes tightly shut. His hands grasped the back of her shirt desperately as he cried.
'It’s not your fault. Not your fault.’ she said, trying to make him understand, the same way he tried to make her understand all those years ago in the same place.
And then there is Nancy, holding them both, crying against her brothers arm, Jonathan, Dustin, Will, Lucas, Steve, Max… All off them ended up huddled close together.
They sit like that for a long time, until the cries are only silent echoes, and the warm wind kisses their faces as if to comfort them and dry their tears.
Request: ‘’Can you do ‘’I dare you to send a full nude pic to your best friend'’ for reader and Bucky please?’’
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Swearing, drinking, sexual tension, mentions of masturbation
A/N: This is for our Halloween Special ( #halloweenwithdaniandmia ) but life happened and just now I could write it. I’m so sorry that it took so long! This is also my first Bucky fic and I’m nervous bc I fucking love him, so anyfeedback is more than welcome!
After a long but succesful mission you were back to the Avengers compound; it had cost some bruises to the team, nothing really bad, but the tension and the mental fatigue were the worst. After an endless afternoon of sleep everybody woke up in a really good mood and relax was the only mission now. The guys decided to watch a game and then hit a bar while you, Wanda and Nat were grateful to have the place for yourselves. Your girls night would be a success. You were working on a huge Mojito jar when you heard Steve yell “bye girls, have fun” while rushing through the door. You spun in your feet to say “bye” but your elbow bumped at the jar; thankfully Bucky was right behind you and reached it before it could crash on the floor. You squealed, startled, and luckily everybody thought it was because you almost ruined the pitcher but the real reason was the man that was so close to you. He was in black jeans and a navy blue shirt, the light fabric nearly drawing his muscles, and his hair was pulled back. You shook your head and laughed as he made a fake shock face. - Careful, Doll. - He said through a half smile. - I don’t need to, you are here to save the innocent liquor from my clumsy skills. - you grinned and winked at him. - You’re the girls’ night hero! He laughed and leaned to you, his flesh arm wrapped around your waist to lift you and he quickly placed a kiss on your cheeck before let you go. Your blood boiled in your face but thankfully he was heading to the door and didn’t see the effect of his trick. “Bye girls’’ he shouted before slamming the door behind him. Your lips were still spreaded on a wide smile when you looked at the girls. Uh-oh. The devilish grin on Nat’s face meant she noticed your state. Actually, you were fifty shades of pink and smiling like a teenager, a non-spy person would noticed it too. Wanda giggled and covered her mouth with her hands. - What? - You asked trying to play cool but you failed miserably when a giggle escaped your lips. - Not now… We will talk about it when this jar gets empty. - Nat teased and you knew she never would let the subject go. Nice. You didn’t want to talk about it because you didn’t know what it was. He is your best friend and you love him just like that but he has an effect on you. You wanted to be friends but you also secretly wanted to tangle your limbs with his and never let go. He is a gentleman but also a giant sexy teddy bear who hates wearing shirts. It’s not your fault that you have this sinful thoughts about him. That’s what you said to them after drinking an impressive amount of alcohol. The three of you were a drunk mess and the world seemed hazy through your laugh tears. - Hey! You have only called truth while Nat and I have attended to all your dares. Not fair! - Wanda accused you and you flinched, fearing what is coming. - I guess we have to think about a special dare for Y/N, Wanda! - Nat grinned and you knew you were screwed. - Yes, Nat! Something envolvingthe giant sexy teddy bear! - Wanda giggled clapping her hands and Nat squealed. - Hell no! - You shouted. - Hell yes! I dare you to send a full nude pic to your best friend Bucky! - Nat said and you seriously thought about ripping her throat. - I… I can’t! Oh my God I can’t do this! - You pleaded but it was no use. You have dared Wanda to talk to the pizza deliver guy only in bra and panties not even half hour ago. - You know the rules, Doll. - Nat whispered and mocked at the petname Bucky gave you. Your hand was shaking and you barely could search for the camera app. You gulped the rest of the drink in your glass and breathed heavy, trying to calm down. After a moment you were feeling more confident. You took off your panties and shirt and lay down on your bed. You placed the camera above your head, searching for the best angle. If you were doing this, it has to be the best nude of your life. You pinched your left nipple and crossed your legs, trying not to show too much, and found your best angle. You smiled innocently to the camera until you heard the small click. You studied it for a while and well… you looked good. They nocked on your door shouting ’‘let us in’!’’'I wanna see it!”. You slipped into your clothes and opened the door, showing them the pic. - Oh my god he is SO having a heart attack when he sees it! You look hot, send it already! - Wanda said analyzing the picture. - I can’t! I won’t be able to look at him ever again! - You whined but in a second your phone was gone. - Done! - Nat announced with a smirk. You froze on your spot. What if he didn’t like it? What if your friendship change? What if he gets mad at you? Scold you? You couldn’t breathe. But other thoughts flooded your mind… What if he does like it? What if he gets a boner right now wherever he is? What if he touches himself looking at it? You pictured him stroking himself while looking at you.. his lips slightly parted, focused face… - Come on! He knows you’re drunk already! - Wanda snapped you out of your daydream while tugging you back to her room, where the drinks were. You kept talking and laughing for hours and you forgot about the whole nude pic thing until your phone buzzed. Thankfully the girls were blabbing and didn’t noticed it, you could deal whith it alone. You sighed and checked it. It was your mom inviting you to lunch on sunday. After replying her you touched at his icon and saw the blue double check behind your picture. A wave of shame washed you and you felt rejected. He didn’t even replied it. You said you were hungry to escape to the kitchen alone but they followed you. The cold pizza was fantastic but the anxiety left a bitter taste on your tongue. You were sitting on the couch when you heard the boys arriving. The door cracked and Steve and Sam came in talking cheerfully about the game and Bucky was following them. He was tense, jaw clenched. His dark eyes scanned the room before finding you. From afar he locked his eyes at yours and you felt like your neck and face were on fire. His gaze was so intense you couldn’t look away. He bit on his lower lip and soothed it with his tongue before opening the sexiest smile you have ever seen. He walked to you still smiling and leaned to you. - I… I… I’m sorry I was… - you began to stutter but he didn’t let you finish. His kiss were fierce. Everybody was watching surprised. - Shut up! - He groaned and wrapped his metal arm around your thighs before lifting you to his shoulder. Your waistline was on his shoulder, your head hanging on his back. He spun on his feet and you gaped at them, not able to say anything. Steve was in shock, Sam was nodding with a smirk, Wanda was gaping and Nat had a satisfied grin ghosting on her lips, putting her hands together. Bucky grabbed your ass unceremoniously and rushed to his bedroom. After he slammed the door shut you could hear the rest of the team whistling and cheering. Ashamed, you were about to scold him for the PDA sample when he threw you on his bed. Instantly you forgot everything.
“I’ll make you accept the truth,
Y/N. I know, for some twisted reason, your mind doesn’t let you see how things
really are, but I’ll show you.” He never took his worshiping eyes from yours
while he said the words that you were fighting to not believe.
“Bucky…” you whispered. What he was
saying and his gaze became too much and you finally averted your eyes to the
floor, struggling to get some air.
You were incapable of taking a step
back and your arms slowly dropped to your sides when he cupped your chin
between his thumb and index finger, lifting your head to look back at him,
leaning even closer to you.
“You’re my mission, doll. The most
important one to me. So, no, I don’t plan on abandoning it.”
His face kept getting closer and
closer and closer…
This has been requested, so here you go! Thank you again for all the sweet messages! Hope you enjoy the second part and send me cute little blurb ideas so I can continue this series ;)
It would have been a normal date. Casual and cute. Latte Macchiato and Cappuccino and comfy sweaters and coffee shop music and fall around the corner.
Would have been.
If her date wasn’t, well, famous.
He had chosen a coffee shop in downtown Toronto where all those busy business people and bankers would get their daily caffeine fix. It was a place where you wouldn’t find teenage girls and he actually had left out a little relieved sigh, seeing that no one seemed to recognize him.
But she had noticed that he had kept his head down a little and was wearing super casual dark clothes.
He still looked adorable. Sweater and dark jeans and all that.
And he was freshly shaved, smelling incredibly good, curls all tamed and coiffed into chocolate brown waves.
It also would have been a normal date if there wasn’t a bulky bodyguard lounging around the bar before sitting down at a table near the entrance.
Never in her life had she been on a date with a guy and his bodyguard. Well, the bodyguard wasn’t really a part of this but he was taking up a lot of space so she felt he was somewhat part of the date.
But somehow Shawn managed to make her forget her surroundings. The way he talked made him seem so much more mature than 19 years old and his eyes were sparkling when talking about his music and tour. He also seemed genuinely interested in getting to know her. Tilted head and lip biting included.
And she had a hard time focusing telling him about her job when he would play with his silver ring or fidget with the coffee mug in his huge hands.
At one time they did this thing where they were comparing hand sizes and it was so overwhelming, feeling his skin up against hers, she felt like melting on the spot. His fingertips were calloused but his hands were warm and soft and she loved how gentle his touch was.
He had this natural charm and it made her a bit mad because everything was so effortless about him. She had dated guys who would try hard being sexy and handsome while Shawn was just being himself. Being effortlessly sexy and cute at the same time.
He had laughed, seeing her small hand in his.
“How were you able to bake cupcakes with those?”
She had to laugh at this as well. After rolling her eyes in a playful way.
“How are you able to play the guitar with those paws?”
“Touché,” he had chuckled and looked her straight in the eye with those dark eyes, making her heart flutter.
One week later she runs into the underground garage because she’s late. She overslept and had spilled coffee over herself and it’s one of those days where everything sucks.
And this is why the engine of her car won’t start. She tries it over and over again, groaning in frustration.
It’s a brand new Volvo with nice leather seats and it wouldn’t work.
She wants to slam her forehead against the steering wheel as she sees him walk to his car. Tall and handsome as always, water bottle in hand, opening his Jeep that was parked across from her car.
Shawn is about to get into his Jeep as he sees her and he smiles. Exposing his pearly white teeth, all straight and perfect. And she wants to disappear.
He walks over to her, still smiling, playing around with his water bottle.
She lets the window down.
“Good morning!” he says, sounding way too happy and cheerful.
“Morning,” she replies, pouting a little, a frown on her pretty face.
“What’s wrong? Seems like your morning isn’t that good, eh?” He’s giggling almost, an amused look on his face.
She sighs and shrugs. “The engine won’t start and I’m late for class. I’m so screwed.”
“Yeah, well… you left the headlights on. Your battery must be empty,” he states matter-of-factly and she sighs.
“Oh, shit! That’s why…”
He shrugs. “I could drive you. Where do you need to go?”
“What? Oh, no, that’s not necessary! I’ll just get a taxi, really! Don’t-“
He cuts her off with another million-dollar smile and a little shake of his head. “No, really, I’ll give you a ride,” he says and opens the door of her car so that she can climb out.
“Just tell me the address,” he says while they walk over to his Jeep.
She tells him where she needs to go and he nods, smiling at her. “Yeah, that’s in downtown. Gotta go into the same direction!”
“Okay, cool – um – thanks,” she manages to say and gets into his huge black car.
He starts the engine and drives out of the underground garage, biting down on his bottom lip, leaning out of the window to open the gate with his key card.
There is something very attractive about men driving. And Shawn driving is making her mind go wild. The way his hands are holding the steering wheel, turning it around effortlessly, makes her feel some type of way and she’s not okay with it.
It’s not that he isn’t boyfriend material. He definitely is. Polite and charming and sweet and handsome as hell.
But he’s famous. And traveling all the time. And people watch his every move.
And she doesn’t want to get too involved.
But now as he looks at her when he thinks she isn’t looking, makes her realize that she might be having a crush.
A tiny little innocent crush. And she wants to slap herself for this.
He turns his head to look at the street again as the display in the car lights up with an incoming call.
“Oh, I have to take this,” he briefly looks at her. “Sorry, hope you don’t mind.”
“No, no, all good, take the call.”
And he taps on the green button, making a voice echo in the car over the hands-free device.
“Hi Andrew!” Shawn says and the voice goes: “Hi Shawn, how’s it going?”
“All good. I’m on my way to this TV studio. I’ll meet you there, right?”
“Yes, I’ll be there in twenty minutes. Listen, I told them to only ask questions about the album and tour so you’ll be good,” Andrew says in a calm voice.
Shawn raises his eyebrows a little. “Okay, yeah, that’s good. It should be about the music.”
“Yeah, just because you’ve been getting the girlfriend question lately…”
Shawn huffs an annoyed laugh. “Oh, I see.”
She shifts in her seat a bit and it makes a muffled noise and she regrets it the second Shawn tenses up next to her.
She almost stops breathing.
“Is there someone in the car with you?”
Her heart starts to race in her chest, cheeks getting red and she looks out of the window, sinking further down the car seat as if she wanted to make herself invisible.
Shawn’s jaw clenches but then he looks at her - briefly up and down - and licks his lip. “No? Why?”
“Thought I heard something… but whatever… I gotta go. See you!” Andrew says and Shawn turns his head to switch lanes.
“Okay, see you!” Shawn says and ends the call.
The Kings Of Leon song starts playing again and she looks at him.
He laughs. “Nothing to be sorry for. I just-“ he sighs, turning the volume of the stereo down. “I have to be careful… with the whole dating thing, you know.”
She nods slowly. “Yeah, yeah, I get that. Are you, like, allowed to… date?”
He laughs again. “Yeah, of course. There’s nothing in my contract saying I have to stay single. It’s just… people jump to conclusions whenever I just talk to a girl. So, I have to be careful, that’s all.”
She gulps. She knew it would be difficult like this. He didn’t lead a normal life after all.
“Doesn’t this stress you out?” she asks tentatively, brows furrowed.
He squints his eyes at the road and they stop at a red light. “Yeah, sometimes. But I can handle it…” he looks at her. Making intense eye contact. “The pressure.”
She breathes out, looking at the road again.
They drive in comfortable silence for a while and she wants to make small talk, turning the conversation into something casual.
“So, got an interview, huh? That’s why you’re all dressed up in a nice shirt and everything!” she says with a little smile.
He grins, briefly looking at her.
“Yeah… got this TV interview in about an hour and thought I should look decent.”
She admires his side profile, the way the sleeves of his navy-blue shirt are rolled up, exposing his veiny forearms.
“This was actually in the parcel you stored for me,” he chuckles and she has to laugh.
“Ah, told you it was something nice!”
He chuckles and stops in front of her university building. “I just feel like it’s a little bit too… tight. But whatever, I’ll get used to it.”
She reaches down to grab her bag and turns around to look at him. He looks even hotter with one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting on his thigh. “Okay, gotta run! Thank you so much for driving me,” she quickly blurts out, blushing a bit.
She almost falls out of his car, and she is about to close the door as he calls her name.
He is holding her water bottle up. “Don’t forget your water. Gotta stay hydrated!” he says and gives her his crooked smile and she takes the bottle, breathing out a strained “thank you”
She hates herself for acting like a dumb teenager around him. Clumsy and nervous when she should be cool and collected.
And she races into the building, not risking a look back.
She usually has the gym all for herself. Located in the basement of the apartment building, it is almost always empty and she loves that. Being able to work out in private without men staring at her when she squats or does sit ups was a real luxury.
The only neighbor she would occasionally meet was Mr. Chow from 211 b, a business man who would make crazy calls in the middle of the night, talking to someone as busy as him in Shanghai or wherever, running on the treadmill next to her.
But now she is all alone, doing some lunges, blasting Drake and breaking a sweat.
She doesn’t hear him come in.
It’s when she looks into the mirror that she sees him. He’s wearing black gym shorts and a black Nike t-shirt, curls messy, water bottle in hand, eyes dark.
She freezes in place and takes a deep breath, quickly turning the music off.
“Hi!” he says in his usual cheerful tone. But he looks tired. And stressed out. Dark circles underneath his eyes giving him away. He’s been working hard, staying up until the morning hours to finish a song he’s been working on. He just has been feeling so inspired and Geoff had started to notice something, asking if he “was in love or something”
He doesn’t know if it’s love. Doesn’t know what to call it. This feeling he gets when she’s around. The flutter of his heart and his stomach clenching. The way his voice breaks and his mind goes blank when she talks to him.
“Hey,” she replies and goes on with doing her planks. They are just neighbors, right? Neighbors share a gym. Neighbors greet each other.
Who was she kidding?
He tries to stay calm and collected.
But he can’t look away.
She looks way too hot in her yoga pants and sports bra. Breasts pushed together in the nicest way and he hates himself for wanting her body so much.
He sits down on the stationary bicycle, starting to warm up.
He tries to focus on the music he is listening to but now she’s doing squats, weights in her hands and he gulps.
He shouldn’t be staring but she seems to know what she’s doing to him, sticking her ass out like that and she lets out a little groan, going on with lifting the bar.
Shawn is starting to get antsy and way too excited and he tries to go faster on the bicycle, almost kicking the pedals.
But he can’t help himself. His boxers are getting tighter and tighter and there’s a visible tent in his gym shorts.
Oh, no, no, no.
Trying to hide his erection he shifts around on the saddle, looking away. But the friction the saddle gives him is making it even worse. He could swear he is about to leak.
Pre-cum over his boxers like some horny teenager.
He tries to think about something that’s not sexy at all. Like his schedule or something.
Radio interview, photoshoot, studio session. Radio interview, photoshoot, studio session. Radio interview, photoshoot, studio session.
He repeats his schedule in his head. Over and over again until he feels his cock starting to soften against his thigh and he sighs in relief.
She’s still working out in front of the floor length mirror, driving him crazy but he’s got himself under control now. He swears he won’t lose his composure like that. Got to take things slow.
She takes a sip from her water bottle, stepping closer to his bicycle. “Thanks again for giving me a ride, won’t let my headlights on again,” she says with a coy smile. There’s something incredibly sexy about her shyness. Makes him want to fuck her even harder.
He wipes the sweat on his forehead away.
“Yeah, sure, you’re welcome.”
She steps on the treadmill next to him and he slows down.
“This gym is so clean and well equipped,” he says, a pleased expression on his handsome face and she nods. “Yeah, I love it. And it’s always empty. Well, most of the time.”
She winks at him and he laughs and gets off the bicycle to lift some weights, towel thrown over his shoulder. “Hope you don’t mind sharing with me.”
She grins. “I don’t. But get used to listening to Drake!”
“Oh, I don’t mind! Blast it.”
She quickly turns on the music and starts running again, looking at the mirror. Shawn looks focused, lying down on the bench, pushing up those weights and she is about to drool.
She can’t help herself. His muscular thighs, the little hairs on them, the way his abs flex underneath his shirt, his biceps moving and she starts to feel herself getting wet. She’s aching, needing friction between her thighs. She adjusts her tight yoga pants to make her feel something. Anything. Just to feel the slightest friction and she has to slow down on the treadmill.
She bites her lip, watching him, lifting the bar with the huge weights on them.
Can lift the weight after all, huh?
She had been listening to his music, falling in love with nearly all of his songs. She loved his new album but “The Weight” might be her favorite from his first album and she couldn’t get the melody out of her mind. As well as him.
The guy with the soft eyes and the body of an Adonis, living right next to her.
He’s panting now. Moaning. Fucking moaning, lifting the weights and she wants to straddle him, ride him, make her hips roll against him. Feel him inside of her. Deep inside of her. Wants him to desperately moan her name while she fucks herself on his hard cock. She can’t stop thinking about how perfect his dick must be. Long and hard, probably thick and rosy, leaking a bit maybe. She never wanted to suck a cock so bad.
And the girl imagines what else his muscles could do. Working for one purpose only. Pleasuring her.
She’s so weak.
He makes her weak.
He stops lifting his weights and stretches a bit, going on with doing push-ups and she wants to groan, seeing him like that, muscles flexing, sweat running down his temples, cheeks.
She keeps on running, trying to ignore him. She runs faster and faster and then it happens. She loses her balance, trips over a lose shoe lace and the pain shoots through her leg.
“Ouch!” she gasps, hitting the red pause button on the treadmill with the palm of her hand.
She stumbles, practically crashing onto the hard floor, letting out a loud whimper because the pain in her ankle is unbearable right now and it makes her dizzy.
His eyes widen and he runs to her, crouching down, getting on his knees.
“Oh God,” he pants. “What happened? Oh God, are you- are you okay?”
Shawn grabs her shoulders, trying to lift her up a bit. He calls her name, looking worried and shocked, lips parting.
“What happened?” he repeats, holding her and she whimpers, holding her ankle.
“Tripped,” she presses out through her teeth. “Sprained… ankle… it hurts.”
He presses his lips together, gently touching her right ankle, examining it. Long fingers wrapping around it.
“You should put ice on that. And put your foot up to rest.” He is frowning, holding her ankle. And she feels so embarrassed, lying there, underneath him almost, gasping in pain, all sweaty and hurt while he looks so concerned it makes her heart swell despite the pain in her right ankle.
“Do you want to try and get up?” he asks, looking at her and she nods slowly. He wraps an arm around her, pressing every inch of her body against his and she grabs his shirt, holding onto him. He makes her arm wrap over his shoulder as he supports her. She jumps a bit on her left leg and he guides her to the elevator.
“I have ice cubes I could give you. Only thing in my fridge anyway,” he laughs, trying to cheer her up and she grimaces, laughing, even though her ankle is swollen and he is practically carrying her now.
He fiddles with his keys and opens the door to his condo for her. She hops into his apartment and he makes her sit on his comfy white L shaped couch.
“You should put your foot up,” he suggests, carefully resting her right foot on a cushion. “I’ll be right back!”
He hurries into the kitchen, looking for some ice and she rests her head against a pillow.
Shawn is about to combust seeing her there. On his couch.
He feels bad for her because she’s in pain but he can’t help to feel all giddy. She looks so good on his couch, tilting her head back like that.
He quickly puts the ice cubes into a towel and wraps them up into a little package.
“There you go!” he pants, holding up the ice cubes.
“Thanks,” she presses out and he holds the ice against her swollen ankle.
“Fuck! That’s cold!”
He nods. “I know but it’ll help.”
“Shit. I’ve never stumbled on the treadmill before. I’m not that clumsy usually,” she is quick to make that clear.
He smiles a little. “Don’t worry. I’m the clumsiest person on earth. People actually make compilations of me tripping on stage.”
She laughs. Despite the pain.
And he feels proud because of that.
He scoots closer to her on the couch and she looks around his neat bachelor pad.
“Seems like you got the bigger condo, eh?” she says, raising her eyebrows at him and he grins, an arm resting on the backrest of the couch behind her head.
“It’s the celebrity bonus… I’m kidding! I don’t-“
She giggles. “It’s okay. I get it. You’re famous and rich. No need to rub it into my face.”
He rolls his eyes. “Didn’t mean to do that. Was a lame joke… sorry… how’s the ankle?”
“Better, actually. But it’s still swollen,” she sighs and bites her lip and it makes his mind go wild.
He doesn’t know if he should do it. Make a move. Lean in.
She sprained her ankle for fuck’s sake. Last thing she probably wants to do is making out with you.
But he feels confident. Bold almost and he leans in a bit.
They’re both sweaty, smelling like longing and lust. There is tension in the air. Palpable almost. And he tucks a lose strand of hair behind her ear that has fallen off her ponytail.
“I know something that could make you forget about your ankle… make you forget the pain…” he says under his breath, looking at her and she turns towards him, one hand resting on his thigh, making his breathing hitch.
“Oh, really? And what is that?” she breathes against his lips and he swallows thickly, getting lost in her pretty eyes.
He tilts his head to the side and leans in, heart racing, gently caressing her cheek with the back of his hand.
Softly, cautiously he presses his plump lips on hers, just to pull back shortly after.
“This,” he breathes against her reddish lips and she smiles.
“Mhm… I see,” she wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him closer and he feels like he won the jackpot or something.
“I like this idea of yours,” she whispers into his ear and her lips ghost over his, nearly touching but not really. She’s a tease, making sure he’s desperate and in dire need for her.
“You do?” he asks, sounding so surprised she has to giggle.
“Yeah, I do… I like that very much.”
He grins. “Well… and I like you.”
He pulls her real close and kisses her again, lips on hers, putting more force into the kiss until she gives in and opens her mouth a bit, granting him access. He slides his tongue into her mouth and moans softly.
How is she so good at this?
He needs to catch his breath and goes on with kissing her jawline, neck, lips ghosting over her soft skin.
“Shawn,” she murmurs and breathes heavily against his jawline. She shifts her weight on the couch, leaning into his warm body and he gently grabs her waist. “Come here,” he says, rasp in his voice, making her straddle him.
“Gotta be careful with the ankle,” he mumbles and adjusts the ice cubes on it, before continuing kissing her neck, hands on her hips.
She moans, hands in his sweaty curls and he grins, rubbing her sides a little.
“Is this okay?” he asks tentatively, insecure almost.
“Yes… more than okay,” she replies, voice sounding strained and now she’s the one kissing him and he feels like fucking dying underneath her on his couch, his gym shorts getting tight again.
“Fuck, I- um –“ he shifts around. “You are… wow… you’re too much,” he breathes out, cheeks flushed, lifting his hips a bit to get that friction he needs so bad.
“Oh, Shawn,” she smiles at him, all shy and sweet. Innocent almost.
“Is this turning you on, baby? Huh?” she coos, whispering into his ear and he feels like he is about to come.
He tilts his head back in desperation.
“Y-yes. You… turn me on… so fucking much.”
She smiles, kissing his neck, nibbling on the skin underneath his ear and he lets out a soft growl.
“Good. Because you… make me all… wet,” she murmurs, hand on his abs and it makes his cock twitch in his boxers.
“Oh my God,” he presses out, voice strained with lust. “Are you wet… because of me?”
“Because of you,” she whispers and he blinks, trying to fucking realize that this is reality and not some crazy wet dream he has while having a boner.
His insanely hot neighbor is actually straddling him, grinding on him, wearing a sports bra, telling him she’s fucking wet and ready for him.
“Are you… as fucked for me as I am for you?” he breathes out against her cheek, gently kneading her thighs and she sucks her breath in.
“Fuck, Shawn. Yes, so fucked for you, since the day I first saw you, giving you that stupid parcel.”
“Okay, wow, I-“ he groans. “Same,” is all he manages to say and he pulls her closer, making their lips touch again in a longing kiss.
But she places her hands on his hard chest and pulls away, eyes darting between his. He lets out a strangled moan, wants to keep going, murmurs don’t stop, don’tstop but she shakes her head a little, bringing him back to reality.
“Shawn – I – I don’t know if I can do this.”
He gulps. “We don’t – don’t have to go any further if you don’t want to – um – we can stop anytime – didn’t want to pressure you into – didn’t mean to-“
He’s rambling, cheeks flushed and she makes him shut up with a soft “shhh”
“That was not what I meant,” she smiles, fingertips on his jawline. “it’s just- I don’t know if I can do this – like being with you. I know this isn’t super serious right now but I think I need time… to figure this out? Whatever this is?”
He nods. “Yeah, I get that. I understand.”
She lets her forehead drop against his shoulder and he holds her close, stroking her hair, playing with it a little.
“That’s okay,” he murmurs. “Let’s take things slow, figure this out.”
She looks at him again. “Thank you for understanding.”
He gently caresses her cheek, his eyes still dark but soft. “Of course… Um, I’ll be leaving for Brazil next week so we’ll have some days apart. Think that’s good to – uh - figure things out?”
She nods. “Yeah, okay, yes…”
He sighs, biting his lip. “I know this can be overwhelming… the life I live but I’m just a regular person, really.”
She nods, hugging him tightly and he strokes her back.
“Hey, how’s the ankle doing?”
“Better, actually,” she replies and wiggles on his lap a little, trying to free herself from his embrace. “I should go back to my place, take a hot bath, and, like, not bother you any longer.”
“You aren’t bothering me at all…Wanna try and get up? I’ll help you.”
She nods and he helps her get up so that she could hop over to the door. He leads her to her condo, a gentle grip around her middle and she leans against her door.
“So - um - have fun in Brazil,” she says and he leans in again, stealing another kiss.
“Thanks,” he murmurs. “See you.”
“See you,” she breathes and smiles up at him. “Should I um - water your plants or something while you’re away?”
He laughs, exposing his pearly whites. “I don’t have any plants. But you are like the best neighbor ever.”
He smiles, biting his bottom lip and she opens her door, stepping inside.
“Okay then - bye, Shawn. Have a good trip.”
“Thanks. Bye, neighbor!”
She laughs at him again. The most beautiful sound he has ever heard.
Warnings: mention of sleeplessness, fluff, ALL OF THE SMUT.
A/N: Titles are not one of my strengths. Anyway, and this
was an Anon request that I got a few days ago. I hope it’s okay… Enjoy?
Anon Request – “hello love! i absolutely adore your writing and i wish i had the
kind of motivation you do. but i don’t, so i have a request! do you think you
could do one about human!cas being tense and sore and having issues sleeping so
the reader (who’s like secretly in love with him) offers to give him a massage
and some tips on how to get to sleep better??? maybe throw in some smut
(teaching him to jerk it??? idk whatever you like) you don’t have to if you’re
uncomfortable. thanks doll”
The moans and groans coming from the other side of the wall made
your stomach sink. For the last three weeks, you knew Cas had been having
trouble sleeping, but tonight was the worst so far. You had just ended a big
hunt, Cas’s first as a human. He as having a hard time accepting the fact that
he wasn’t some tough, invincible Angel of the Lord anymore. And worse, he
needed to sleep, which meant nightmares.
You turned over in bed as you tried to drown out the former
angel’s cries. But it was no use, he was miserable, and you needed to help him.
You loved him, and you couldn’t leave
him like this.
A/N: Heh, I know I am like four months late on MM requests. But, I take a lot of time to make sure these fics are good for you guys. This one for Jumin Han (My bae~). They wanted fluffy smut.
Jumin liked watching her sleep, he liked the way her
chest slowly rose and fell. He liked the way her hair became frizzy and flew
everywhere. But, what Jumin liked the most…. Was her pajamas. She was a fan of
shorts and a tank top, exposing the skin he would love to mark, if given the
chance. Jumin wanted everything in his life to be precise, perfect, and timed
well. It’s what made him a fantastic businessman. He didn’t want to rush what
he had with Y/N, he wanted her to be able to understand how much he cared for
her, that he was learning all he could to be the best boyfriend she could ever
Even if that meant forcing himself to be patient. When it
came to Y/N, everything flew out the window. His self-control for one thing, he
loathed how she made his body ache, his heart race, and his head muddled. One
word from her and he was ready to do anything for her. He wanted her. In every
sense of the word. He wanted her to be his. Only his. But, he was content to
wait. Like a lion teasing its prey. So, he waited, watching her sleep.
It’s days before he can fully set his plan in motion. He
is almost guilty, leaving her at home all the time. But, it only strengthens
his resolve, his need to be with her. Jumin waited all day, even going as far
as to ignore her texts. Trying to build up any sort of tension he could for
himself, some form of self-control. He knew that it made him seem like a dick.
He just didn’t care. Even Jaehee had something to say about the matter, but he
brushed her off. Jumin promptly ended his day at 5:00pm, surprising all his
colleagues and headed home. He swung the door to his penthouse open, his breath
catching as he saw her.
Y/N was sprawled out on the couch, a large novel in hand,
and Elizabeth the 3rd curled on her lap. She was engrossed in the
story, not even noticing him until Elizabeth the 3rd meowed,
signaling that Jumin had arrived home.
“Jumin, you’re home early.” She was surprised, her eyes
widening in delight. She gently shifted her weight, getting up from the couch
and walking over to him. She was so much shorter than him and it was endearing.
Y/N wrapped her arms around Jumin, his hand reaching out to stroke her hair.
“Did you see the clothes laid out for you in the
bedroom?” Jumin looked at her sweetly, Nel shook her head.
“I’ve been reading all day; I haven’t been in the
bedroom.” He kissed her forehead and chuckling. She was too cute.
“I am taking you out tonight, let’s go out to eat.” He
suggested, Y/N eyed him suspiciously. He never suggested leaving the penthouse.
Jumin preferred to do everything at home, if Y/N was with him he seemed to be
content. Either way, getting her out of the house for even a few hours would
allow the rest of his plan to be set in motion. “How about a picnic?”
“Okay?” She poised a question, confused. Though, she
would not be opposed to a night out with Jumin, she just assumed there were
ulterior motives. Jumin meant everything to her and she did love him. She
however, knew that he tended to be a little extravagant. Y/N was not someone who
liked to be spoiled, she always preferred to spend for others and expect
nothing in return. Being with Jumin challenged her comfort zone.
“Go get dressed, I’ll meet you out here in ten minutes.”
His voice was smooth like bittersweet chocolate. She nodded and retreated into
the bedroom, a beautiful dress was laid out over the bed, it was ivory in
color, with lace trim around the neck. She slipped it on and pulled her hair
into a ponytail, not sure whether he wanted her to be overly formal. The dress
seemed casual though, especially since he was suggesting a picnic. When she
remerged Jumin gave her a warm smile taking her hands in his.
“You look exquisite,” Jumin murmured, eyes searching
hers. Y/N blushed. They walked out of the penthouse, his hand never leaving
hers. His phone vibrated once, he used his other hand to check, making sure to
obscure the phone from Y/N’s view. His team had gone into the penthouse and
begun the preparations. They journeyed onward, enjoying each other’s company
until nightfall. To which he took her home.
“Jumin, you’re acting strangely.” Y/N stated looking up
at him in the car on the way home. He smiled at her and shook his head.
“I’m behaving quite normally Y/N,” He kissed her forehead
before pulling away. Y/N pursed her lips. Jumin was always overly affectionate
towards her, he was being distant… holding himself back and that concerned her.
When they returned to the penthouse Y/N was shocked at the amount of detail
that went into what was waiting. Roses strewn about the house, candles, and a
bowl of cherries. Which confused her slightly. Cherries were her favorite
fruit. Though, she had no idea the extent to what Jumin had in store for her.
Jumin gave her a coy smile, setting hi jacket down on the armchair beside her
and wrapping his arms around her shoulders. “Do you like it?”
“Jumin, it’s gorgeous.” She breathed leaning back into
his touch. “But, what’s the occasion?” Jumin picked up a cherry from the bowl
and bit the morsel, pulling the stem out and twirling it in his fingers before
discarding it. He grabbed another cherry and offered it to her. Y/N took the
cherry from him.
“I told you, everything would have had to be carefully
“What…” She trailed off confused, before she felt his
grip move to her waist. It clicked in her head then. The sudden realization
that they would both get to have each other. Be with each other. She shivered
in excitement. Jumin pushed her hair to the side nuzzling her neck and placing
a kiss on the skin there. Y/N turned to look at the taller male. A smirk graced
his lips, Y/N ran her fingers over his cheek. He leaned into her touch before
leaning down to kiss her lips softly. His hands were at her hips, lifting her
up as he walked to their bedroom.
kissed her still, trying his best to breathe through his nose and keep an eye
on where he was going. Y/N tasted of cherries and wine, his heart fluttered in
his chest and she pulled away; a gasp leaving her while her hands gripped his shoulders.
Jumin set her down gently on his bed, his hands undoing the knot on his tie.
The look on his face was predatory, though it held a softness to it as well. Y/N
swallowed thickly, watching as he kicked his loafers off and rolled the sleeves
of the navy-blue dress shirt up. Y/N had already taken her shoes off, unsure of
what to do. He seemed appeased just looking at her. She continued to watch as
Jumin removed his tie, the silky material glided off his collar and he tossed
it onto the floor.
“Do you like watching me?” He questioned, a smirk
befalling his features. Y/N nodded slowly and he chuckled at her wide-eyed
expression. She looked so pure, so innocent sitting there, lip caught between
her lip and cheeks tinged red. He reveled in the feeling, that surge of white
hot arousal that moved through his chest and down to his cock. “Will you take
off your clothes for me Y/N?” Jumin poised the question sweetly, even though it
was more of a command and she listened to him. Stripping down to her barest
form for him. Jumin nearly preened at the sight, removing his own clothes after
she did. He kneeled in front of her.
“Jumin…” Her voice was barely above a whisper and his eyes
met hers. A smile graced his face and he placed a hand on her cheek, pulling
her close to kiss her. Y/N grasped at his hair and yanked herself close to him,
tongue tracing over his lips. He slid her up the bed, lips detaching from hers
and moving along her neck and down her chest. She watched with hooded lids as
his lips ghosted down to her cunt. Y/N tipped her head back and let out a sharp
burst of air. Jumin laved at her clit, one hand sliding back up her torso to
twist at a hardened nipple. Y/N cried out hand muffling the sound and Jumin
worked that much harder to get her to come on his tongue. He drove a finger
into her slowly, working her up until she arched her back with a hoarse cry.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” Jumin rose from his position,
hand pumping his cock twice before he reached into the bedside drawer for a
condom. Y/N grabbed his hand replacing it with her own and causing him to
pause. Jumin groaned, head falling forward and Y/N pumped his cock fervently,
spreading pre-come all around the head of his cock before pulling away. Jumin
let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in and fumbled with the
condom. Y/N laid back against the satin white sheets of their shared bed and he
nearly came from the sight alone. Jumin crawled between her spread legs,
sliding his cock up her slit, teasing her before sliding inside her.
“Jumin, move… please.” She whimpered, eyes fluttering
close. Only then did he move, rocking slowly inside her and whispering how much
he loved her into her ear. She met his slow thrusts, hands gripping his back as
she begged for him to move faster. He wasn’t going to last. Jumin acquiesced
her request, the room filled with a cacophony of sounds. Jumin’s hips roughly
slapped against her, his left hand held her hip, while his right hand moved to
toy with her clit. She tightened around him, making him cry out loudly. He didn’t
try and hide his moans, hide his pleasure as he spilled into the condom. Jumin
rolled his hips into her still, riding out his orgasm as he determinedly moved
his fingers against her clit. Y/N came with a silent scream, whole body
tensing. Jumin pulled out of her and disposed of the used condom. He brought a
warm washcloth back into the room and ran it over her skin, cleaning her up and
kissing her temple.
“I love you, I made it perfect for you.” Jumin murmured into
her skin as he curled up next to her. Their breathing soothing each other to
A/N: Happy Valentines Day! I know it’s early, but I thought I would start off the morning for my NCIS fans <3 I hope you all love this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3 <3
This was requested by @jez-zolnierz:
Since your requests are open can I ask you for some fluff with Gibbs: breaking rule 12 and asking him to be your valentine? :) I wish you lovely day!
While Tony and McGee were off on a double date, you were sitting at your desk finishing paperwork. This report was something you could have gotten done tomorrow morning, but you decided to do get it done now. Besides you didn’t have a date on Valentine’s Day. You didn’t feel like going home and sitting in your apartment by yourself.
You looked up in surprise as Gibbs walked through the bullpen and sat down at his desk. He was wearing your favorite navy blue button down shirt with a black blazer over it. You always admired the way he dressed and the way he smelled. Abby was the only one who knew about your crush on Gibbs.