Smack!  “I never wanna see your face again! Ugh.”  She turned around and stormed out of the club.

Ben was left with his hand rubbing his left cheek, “Oh that’s gonna bruise.”  He turned in his bar stool to look at his friend.

“You are a scoundrel, Ben Solo.” Phasma threw her hands in the air in exasperation.

“What is that? The fifth one in that many weeks?” Hux glided in front of them placing a shot glass with red liquid in front of him.

Ben eyed the drink suspiciously. It’s not like Hux was a bad mixologist. He is great actually but he tends to experiment a lot. And Ben was his favorite test subject. He loves his friend to the moon and back but he really didn’t want to destroy his kidneys just to please him. He pushed the drink away with his pinky finger before looking up. Hux had his arms crossed on his chest and gave him a disapproving look.

“Sixth actually, but who’s counting?” Then he turned around and looked at Phasma, “I am a scoundrel, it’s in my blood.” He winked and gave her his best crooked smile, that he knew he inherited from his dad.

Phasma rolled her eyes before downing her own drink, and said something under her breath that sounded like fucking Solos. Ben couldn’t help but laugh. Phasma was his dad’s, the famous country singer Han Solo’s, agent and PR manager. Let’s just say his dad didn’t make it easy for her.

“Did you know these girls go around and tell their friends to stay away from my club, because, wait for it…we have a sexual predator prowling about?” Hux snorted.

Now it was time for Ben to look exasperated. “What? They need to learn the definition of sexual predator. These girls are so dramatic. And you wonder why I can’t keep one around. Sexual predator, really ? Now that’s a first.”

“But you are ruining my club’s reputation all the same,” Hux said, pushing the drink towards him again.

Ben took it and downed it in one go. Bad decision! “Dude, lay off on the sweet stuff. Ugh, what was that?”

“It’s my new pomegranate shot,” Hux said proudly. “Phas, likes it. Don’t you Phas?”

“Yeah, it’s okay,” Phasma said.  She was clearly distracted, typing away on her phone.

“Come on, Phas, put the phone down. You came out to have fun.” Ben turned to his friend.

“I’m sorry, Solo, but not everyone was born into a musical dynasty, or can be an award winning composer, or has an inheritance to their name to live a completely hedonistic life,” Phasma said putting her phone down.

Ben huffed. “I do not live a hedonistic life. I work really hard. And I enjoy sex. But I don’t see myself committed to any one of these… girls. And trust me they’re getting what they want out of it. I don’t see anyone complaining when I’m pleasuring them.  Why can’t they just take it as it is? Two adults getting what they want from each other. No strings attached. And trust me I never try to give them any illusions of commitment when we hit off.” He finished his speech just to see his friends shaking their heads at him.

Ben rolled his eyes at them. He went back to what he was doing before Laurel, or was it Lizzy , rudely interrupted him, scanning the club scene. The DJ was quite good today and he made a mental note to let Hux know that. There was a leggy blonde across the bar, who has been eyeing him, and a gorgeous red head on his 5.  He noticed her when he turned to talk to Lizzy, yes her name was Lizzy, his mind finally supplied. He wanted to wait a little before approaching her so he ordered another drink. He needed to wash down the horrible taste Hux’s drink left behind.

Ben was downing his fourth shot of the night when Phasma suddenly said, “Hey who is that with Dameron and Finn?”

Hux shrugged, “Dunno, maybe a friend?” and went back to cleaning the glass in his hands.

Ben turned around, bringing his glass to his lips and to see who they were talking about. He almost fell off his stool, choking on his drink.

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A Trip to the Zoo

Originally posted by brightindie

Originally posted by a-frappuchino-world

Based on Anonymous Prompt: What about a Bucky one with “No, I don’t know how I got a boner, It just kind of happened! It’s because of how you were eating that ice cream, I bet!”

A/N: AH sorry for taking so long!  Was a little blocked and also super busy, but I really like how this one turned out.  I wrote this prompt on my other blog, so I wanted to make sure I approached it in a different way.  Hope you like it!  And tagging the lovely @pleasecallmecaptain as usual.  


“Bucky, you know you’re my favorite Avenger, right?”

“What do you want, (Y/N)?”

“A favor?”  Bucky looks up expectantly from the newspaper.

“Yeah?” he says, his voice annoyed, but you can see the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“So you remember my niece Lizzie?” you ask.

“If it has to do with Lizzie, it’s not a favor,” he says.  “What do you want me to do?  Is it her birthday?  Do you want me to write her a card?  I could adopt her if something-”

“Whoa,” you say, slightly confused.  “I didn’t think you remembered Lizzie that well.”

“Well, I only met her for about twenty minutes,” Bucky says.  “But in that time, we had a tea party, rescued the stuffed animals from an alien invasion and painted my nails.  Green, because that’s her favorite color.”

“Hold on,” you smile.  “You met Lizzie for twenty minutes.  And you’re ready to adopt her?”  You can’t help but think that someday he’d make a great father.

“She’s great,” he says simply, shrugging.

“Well, she’s staying with me for the weekend while my sister and her husband go on a much-needed vacation,” you explain.

“Can I help watch her?” Bucky asks and you grin.

“Guess I don’t even need to ask,” you say.

“I told you, when it comes to Lizzie, it’s not a favor.  It’s a pleasure.”



Lizzie charges into the room, launching herself into Bucky’s arms.  He scoops her up and pulls her into a hug, spinning her around as she giggle maniacally.

“I’m getting dizzy,” she shrieks and he puts her down.  She turns to look at you and grins.  “Aunty (Y/N)’s turn now!”

“I don’t think-”

Bucky picks you up and spins you around, to Lizzie’s delighted whoops.  He puts you down, but doesn’t move away, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“So, what do you want to do today, Lizzie?” he asks.

“Can we go to the zoo?” Lizzie says.  Bucky turns to look at you.

“Aunty (Y/N)?” he says questioningly.

“Of course!” you say.  “Anything for my favorite little monkey!”


“Is Uncle Bucky your boyfriend?”  You choke on your water, and look down at Lizzie, who’s smile is a little bit too wide to be completely innocent.  You glance anxiously over at Bucky, who’s luckily in line for tickets, too far away to hear Lizzie.

“No,” you say quickly.  “Why did you think that?”

“Well, he picked you up,” Lizzie says.

“He picked you up too,” you reply.  “Are you his girlfriend?”

“No, silly,” she says.  “But I can tell you guys like each other.”

“You’re the silly one, monkey,” you reply. 

“He’s really pretty,” Lizzie says, matter-of-factly. 

“I can’t deny that,” you say.  “He is very handsome.”

“So where to?” Bucky asks, as he walks up.  Lizzie grabs his hand and yours and starts pulling you both toward the entrance.

“Slow down,” you laugh.  “The animals aren’t going anywhere.”

You reach the entrance, where a sweet old lady is scanning tickets.  Lizzie takes the tickets from Bucky and marches up to the old lady, offering the tickets to her.

“Hello sweetie,” the old lady smiles gently, taking the tickets and examining them.

“Hello!” Lizzie says.  “How are you?”

“Good, thank you for asking,” the lady says.  “What are you going to see today?  I hear the butterfly house is quite beautiful.”

“Yes,” Lizzie says.  “I can’t wait to see them.  The most commonly recognized butterfly is the monarch, or Danaus plexippus, but my favorite one is Papilla ulysses, or the Ulysses butterfly.  Which one is your favorite?”  The old lady smiles in amazement and hands the tickets back to Lizzie.

“They’re all very pretty,” she says.  “Have a nice day!”  Lizzie passes through the turnstile, Bucky quick to follow.  The old lady smiles at you.  “Your daughter sure is something.”

“Oh-” you start to correct her, but something in you makes you shrug.  “Thank you.”


“What’s that one?” 

Eurytides marcellus,” Lizzie says breathlessly.

“And that one?”

Ornithopters goliath.”

“Wow,” Bucky chuckles.  “You know all of them, don’t you?”

“Did you know that that butterfly species is the second-largest in the world?” Lizzie offers, staring around her in a look of awe.

“I do now,” Bucky says.  

“Aunty (Y/N), which one do you think is the prettiest?” Lizzie asks, coming up beside you and taking your hand.

“Um…”  You look around and spot a bright blue butterfly.  “I like that one.”  

“Where?” Lizzie says, craning her neck.  You scoop her up into your arms and point in the direction of the butterfly you’ve picked.  “Oh, Morpho menelaus, good choice.  What about you, Uncle Bucky?”

“The prettiest one in here?” he asks and Lizzie nods her head.  “Well, that’d have to be Aunty (Y/N).”  You can feel the blood rush to your cheeks as you lock eyes with Bucky.

“I thought you said he wasn’t your boyfriend, Aunty,” Lizzie says, turning to look at you with confusion in her eyes.

“He’s not,” you say quietly.

“That sounds like something a boyfriend would say,” Lizzie says and you shake your head.

“How about some ice cream?”


“Two chocolates and one strawberry!”

Lizzie jumps up and runs to the counter, grabbing your ice cream and bringing it back to the table.

“Here you go,” she says, passing you and Bucky the chocolate ones and digging into her strawberry.  You scoop up a spoonful and put it into your mouth.  You savor the rich chocolate flavor, letting out a low hum of approval.

You hear Bucky choke and scoot his chair in closer to the table, putting his cup down with a loud thud.

“Are you okay, Uncle Bucky?” Lizzie asks, cocking her head.

“Lizzie, can you get Uncle Bucky a cup of water?” you ask.  Lizzie nods and darts up from the table.  “Bucky, are you okay?”

“Fine,” he says.

“What’s-”  You accidentally glance down and your eyes widen.  Bucky looks at you and you see a blush rise up in his cheeks.  You raise an eyebrow at him in question.

“No, I don’t know how I got a boner, It just kind of happened!” he says, and you have to bite your lip to keep from laughing.  “It’s because of how you were eating that ice cream, I bet!”

“Here you go, Uncle!”  The two of you look up to find Lizzie returned with a large cup of water.  Bucky takes it from her gratefully and gulps it down.

“Thank you, Lizzie,” he smiles.  “That was perfect.”

“Yeah,” you smirk.  “Uncle Bucky needed that to cool himself down a bit.”  Bucky shoots daggers at you and you smile sweetly back at him.


You’re on the car ride home, Lizzie fast asleep in the back seat.  You drive in silence, just as tired from your day out as Lizzie.

“I’m sorry about earlier,” Bucky says, and you could swear you see his hands clench the steering wheel a little tighter.  “I’m not-”

“Bucky, it’s fine,” you say reassuringly.  Bucky glances over at you and you can see his body unclench, as if he had been tense.  “Although I think you admitted to being attracted to me,” you tease.  The blush from earlier’s back.

He’s quiet now, and you know that if it’s up to him, he’ll remain quiet for the rest of the car ride home.  

“So, do you want to go out, sometime?” you ask.  Bucky’s eyes widen.  “I mean, I know we got out all the time, but like…on a date?”

“Did you…are you…are you serious?” Bucky asks.

“Of course,” you smile.  “I mean, we don’t have to go out if you don’t want to, I just thought-”

“Yes,” Bucky says, cutting you off.  “I’d like that.”

“Okay,” you grin.  Your eyes meet Bucky’s and you can’t help but feel a sense of completely, giddy happiness.  

“I look forward to it,” he says, and you see a little smile grace his lips as he turns his attention back to the road.

“Just as long as we don’t go to an ice cream shop,” you joke and even though he lets out a sigh of annoyance, you can’t help but see the way his smile widens, the way his eyes crinkle up adorably, the way his face softens.  

“I told you so,” Lizzie mumbles from her carseat, before drifting back to sleep.

Chapter Fifty-Four

A/N: You may want to refresh on the end of the last chapter here.

Over the next two weeks, Harry and Emmy were so busy that they didn’t have any time to think about the pregnancy, which was probably for the best. 24 hours a day their minds were on their tour, meeting new people or learning about Nepal. They stayed with a Nepalese family, they met families of victims of the Nepal earthquake. They helped build new homes and visited charities. And Emmy knew that if they hadn’t had been so occupied, Harry would have been fretting about her non-stop.

He still managed to worry. It seemed that his every other sentence was “Are you okay?” and eventually Emmy just shoved him playfully in response, until he learned not to ask. He was anxious about her, anxious about their baby in her stomach. But, by the end of the tour, he’d learned to contain his concerns and he and Emmy had almost forgotten about their new company. Only occasionally would the baby creep back into his mind, and Emmy was glad that he’d finally stop voicing his worries.

“Hey!” Kate said, breaking into a smile as Harry and Emmy entered the room. She pulled her sister-in-law into a hug, as William and Harry greeted each other. “How are you? Your tour was great!”

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