Thanks for being awesome about answering requests. Can I get a Mama Baird and son Ezekiel fic where Ezekiel gets really into a case and he massively overworks himself and Eve finds him like 3 days later and he hasn't eaten and he's exhausted and she has to mom him to get him to go to bed? Thanks so much.
This was such a cute idea so thank you! Also, thanks so much for your sweet words <3 constant reassurance that I’m doing at least okay keeps me going, lol ;)
“Her story in both these Olympic games are the story of the Olympics. She was an alternate in London, we had injuries and she came on as a starter and she impacted every game she played in.“ - Rhian Wilkinson (1/2)
I've got a h/c prompt if you'd like to write it? The Librarians in a natural disaster? Tornado, earthquake, hurricane, wildfire, etc...whatever you choose if you want to write it:)
Goodness, any day I get to write a mission fic and have the Librarians save children and puppies is a good day. Plus, I gotta talk about flooding and stuff? Freaking wicked, my friend. Thanks so much for the prompt, it was fun! I really hope you enjoy and thanks so much with being patient with me ;)
Take note this report contains only the night session. Noon
session can be found HERE. And since it will be made into a DVD (that
will be released on 28th June), it will be considered spoilers if you
are intending to get the DVD so you don’t have to read it if you don’t want to!
My report may or may not be a little Kimura Ryohei/Greed pair-centric since I
unconsciously focus on them most of the time.
I should also mention that it might not be 100% accurate as it is based off
from memory, so sorry if I mess up! I’ll only write what I can
And also because I fail at English and suck at writing a report it probably
turned out being messier than I thought it would be…….sorry.
※Also, just a light heads up that the night session contains quite a bit of
┌(┌^o^)┐ホモぉ… tension and fanservice (a lot of hugging too) so if you’re uncomfortable with things like that please read with care..(or skip it wholly if you just can’t stand it)
It’ll get pretty lengthy so I’m placing everything under a cut!! ↓↓
[I got a request!
Actually I got two requests in the same day, I couldn’t believe it. I’ll be
working on the other one next, and I, ugh, I just hope their good. I picture it
in my head and I can see it but I don’t know….But enjoy!]
“ – and after that he just wouldn’t stop laughing. I swear
those boys are crazy, they have to get it from Will’s side of the family.”
You laughed, watching the screen of JJ’s phone as she showed
a video of Henry making silly faces at Michael; the little toddler waving his
chubby arms and squealing in delight with each contortion.
“It’s so adorable, Henry was made to be a big brother. Thinking
about having another one soon? Maybe a little girl this time so Garcia and I
have someone to dress up and have tea parties with finally?”
You and Garcia had talked about that while JJ was pregnant
with Michael. Both of you fantasizing over the clothes and toys you could buy
for a baby girl. But with the bulge of shock coming from JJ’s eyes you knew
that possibility was a ways away.
“I think I’m good for right now on the baby front. Maybe you
two could just dress up each other. Right Spence?”
Glancing over next to you, Spencer blinked his eyes
blearily. “Have you slept at all during this case?”
Child abductions had been happening in a small area of Wisconsin,
and with no similarities between victims, Spencer had been the one to piece
together that though they had no physical similarities, the children were all
on the same medication. Leading them to the unsub which was the doctor that had
prescribed them. But during that time you doubted the genius had used his bed
even once, now beginning to nod in and out on the jet.
“I slept some. Just really tired now that it’s over.”
“Want a blanket?”
“No, no I’m good, thanks.”
JJ’s eyes crinkled. “Well, you need to be a little careful
there, Spence, with the way you’re swaying you’re going to bop into Y/N’s
“Oh, hush, he’s fine. Go back to sleep, Spencer.”
“Oh, he’s gone.”
You laughed. “I’d say so. Hey, pass me some of those Cheetos.”
“You have three steps to the kitchen, get your own.”
“Don’t be like that, JJ, I always share with you. I’m only
asking for a few – oh.”
During your debacle Spencer had decided to face plant onto
your shoulder, and like JJ had predicted the thud of his skull had sent a sharp
signal of pain up to you.
“How did he not wake up from that?”
“I have no clue. Should we wake him?”
You shook your head. “No harm in letting him lay there. Kind
of feels nice if you discount the bruise I’ll have tomorrow.”
With that the two of you carried on your conversation,
sneaking a few Cheetos from JJ’s bag while discussing where the next team
dinner should be. Until you felt a Spencer moving next to you, in almost slow
motion you watched as Spencer begin curling up against you, his body moving in
closer to you.
“Want to move him now?”
Honestly, you didn’t. His chest pressed alongside your arm,
his breath a millimeter from your ear, you could even feel his lips moving near
it though nothing intelligible could be heard. He was warm, and he smelled
nice, his hair somehow smelled spicy, woodsy.
Cinnamon. How the hell
did he get his hair to smell like cinnamon?
Not unless one of the baristas attacked him with one of
their seasonal flavors, it didn’t seem logical. But it fit him. It was nice and
though JJ’s eyes stared at you in an incredulous amusement you pretended like
nothing was out of the ordinary.
“So, I was thinking we’d spend Christmas Eve with the team
and Christmas day with –“
And again, Spencer’s spastic motion cut you off. But this
“Oooh, I see Pretty Ricky copping a feel over there.”
Great, now Morgan knew what was going on. You huffed,
carefully moving Spencer’s hand away from your chest only to have him flop it
back in your lap.
“I think he like’s you, your body is like a magnet to him.”
Damn you and your
baritone chuckle, Morgan.
JJ was covering her mouth to hide her smile. “I don’t think
he’d be offended if you woke him.”
Before you could answer the hand began to shift and squeeze,
tugging you closer to him.
With Morgan’s laughter the rest of the everyone’s attention
was drawn to you, and you had no idea what to do.
“Tell you what Y/N, if you can last with him on you like that
I’ll give you fifty bucks.”
Well, thanks Emily.
You still wouldn’t move him, not even out of liking it now.
It was more of a point to make. It didn’t bother you, but them thinking it
bothered you, bothered you. By the time you were getting ready to land Spencer
had folded himself nearly across your lap, his face pressed into the thin
fabric of your shirt, which you could feel a small wetness from what you
guessed was him drooling. His arms encircled your waist fully now while one of
his legs had tangled with yours. In short, the two of you looked like a mutant
“Pretty Boy! Rise and shine! Come greet us and look at the
mess you’re in.”
The yelling and the jolt of the jet making contact with the
ground was enough to get Spencer to open his eyes. Blinking slowly before
becoming large when he realized his position.
“Sleep well, Spence?”
The jeers were enough to get you to roll your eyes, as you
patted Spencer’s knee in attempt to tell him it was all right. Everyone filing
out before the two of you.
“I guess, you won, Y/N.”
You glared up at Emily as she tossed a fifty in your lap. With
the two of you remaining Spencer fidgeted with his hands as he looked to you.
“What did you win?”
“Not waking you up while you did your yoga poses on me.”
“I’m sorry, Y/N. Are you mad at me?”
“Not really. Though you do get that they’re going to find
out about us pretty soon now.”
“Probably, is that a bad thing?”
“No, I don’t think so, I just wanted to tell them in a better
way than you slobbering on me.”
“I do not –“
Giving him a pointed look his mouth clapped shut. “Fine, I
just, I can’t help it, you know? Whenever you’re next to me, my body knows
somehow that you’re near and wants to be close to you.”
Giving his cheek a kiss, you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend’s
neck. “My body likes your body close, it’s the reason I didn’t throw you off.”
I never really thought about how young of a team the canes are but then I realized that they have less players on their roster born before 1990 than the fucking leafs like the leafs have 11 players and the canes have 7 what the
Under the Mistletoe: A Collection of Avengers Drabbles
Steve: You were caught on Christmas Eve after the team finally succeeded in getting you under the mistletoe together. Or rather, Nat shoved you and Bucky pushed Steve so that you collided and landed right under that damn plant. You were both understandably surprised as you were best friends, though both of you had been harboring a crush for the other for far too long (to everyone’s knowledge but your own). But then you’d given him a kiss on the cheek and smiled in that way you did just for him, and before he knew what he was doing, he pulled you down and brought your lips together. And from the look you shared after pulling away, you knew this was going to be the start of something special.
Bucky: It was hard to count the sprigs of mistletoe hidden around your home. Your husband was determined to make your first Christmas as a married couple special, and evidently that included excuses to make out whenever it was convenient. From above the kitchen sink and in the entryway to above the damn shower and over the chair in your bedroom, there was hardly anywhere you weren’t given reason to share a kiss. You had the last laugh when all the boxes he thought contained his gifts were instead stuffed with mistletoe!
Peter: You’d only been dating for a few months, and while you and Peter were very comfortable around each other, he was terrified you would get caught kissing under the mistletoe by your father. Any time you ended up there together, he kept the kisses short until you had enough. You called Peter from the living room to where you were making a snack. Unbeknownst to Peter, you had hung a bunch of mistletoe right above where you were standing, and so when Peter came over to you, you threw your arms around his neck and gave him a proper kiss… or multiple kisses, turning into a rather passionate make out session. During which your father walked into the room. Needless to say, Peter’s fear had come true, but it was kind of worth it.
T’Challa: He knew it was your favorite holiday, and he had tried his absolute hardest to get enough free time to spend a week or two with you, he really had. But there was a crisis in Wakanda, and how could he help from thousands of miles away? He was the king, for god’s sake. And so you were resigned to spend the holidays without him, hoping instead you could celebrate on your own time when the crisis was resolved. You were enjoying time with your family - chatting, eating, drinking, laughing - when there was a knock at the front door of your parents’ home. You went to get it, not knowing what to expect - everyone who was supposed to be there was in the living room. Opening the door, you let out a squeal of surprise before jumping into the arms of your beloved king. “You’re here!!” “Yes, and I could not be happier, my love.” You stepped inside, dragging him along with you until he tugged you back. Following his gaze upward, you grinned as you saw what he did. “Well you know what that means, your majesty.” “Oh indeed, I do.” He smirked devilishly as he leaned down to kiss you.
Tony: Tony decided to forgo having a holiday party this year, instead opting to spend the holidays alone with you on some beautiful island in the middle of nowhere. Though you had agreed on no gifts this year - you were going to a private island for god’s sake - you both broke the rules and got each other something - you just couldn’t resist! In your defense, though, they were very thoughtful. You had written Tony a stack of “open when” letters, along with a pair of mugs. Each mug had half a heart and one said “don’t go breakin’ my heart” while the other had “i couldn’t if i tried.” Meanwhile, Tony had given you a “passport to love.” But where most people planned out dates with the theme being from different countries around the world, Tony had actually planned long weekends away in those countries.
Natasha: The pair of you were snuggled up together on the couch on Christmas morning, having already exchanged gifts with the other Avengers last night. You’d gotten up and made a pot of coffee before joining Nat in the living room to exchange presents with one another. As you were relaxing in the comfort of her arms, Nat pulled you to face her and said - ever so calmly - “Do you wanna get married?” “Are you asking?” She smiled slyly and told you to open the smallest box under the tree. Inside was a gorgeous, simple ring. Grinning widely, you put it on before looking up at the mistletoe you had hung above the couch earlier in the season. “It’s a yes from me,” you murmured as you leaned in to kiss your future wife.
Clint: You were doing couple-y things together, as you normally did, when Clint would be oh-so-clever and pull out a sprig of mistletoe. One time you were cuddling on the couch and he got this downright devious look in his eye. Before you could question him, he was holding a bunch of mistletoe over your heads and grinning. Of course, you weren’t really about to complain. That is until he tried to pull the stunt at the park, and the grocery store, and at the coffee shop. But you still indulged him anyway.
Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays to all of you lovely people! Stay safe, enjoy yourselves, and be happy. I hope you enjoyed this little collection of drabbles. :) also I know there’s no mistletoe in Tony’s but I think it’s cute enough without it! (also I totally forgot to include it lmao)
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