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Summary: The town is preparing for its first ever festival that celebrates its residents' unique heritage. During this prep, you share a sweet and promising moment with your floofy, feral mate, Curtis.
Warnings: none
A/N: This is the fill for Creature AU from last year's Fluff Bingo Spring Edition. I had to go with someone I had introduced on my old account and really need to get back to writing their story, which is our Werewolf!Curtis.
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All preparations for the town's newest festival were almost complete.
You say newest, but it's actually the first one. Ever.
The town itself was relatively new. Only a few years old when you came into it, ready to document and protect the new wolves spotted in the nearby woods. None of the town elders had really cared about celebrating anything. More so, they'd focused on surviving to live the next day.
It'd only been in the past year that new laws had come into the area, protecting it and its residents from others who would do harm to either or both.
New families had even moved into the area, eager to find a real home for themselves for the first time.
You'd lost track of how many families had moved in the last few months, but you'd enjoyed seeing the new faces and learning their names. You especially loved seeing the young werewolf pups who enjoyed following some of the elders around. The pups adored it when the elders walked around in their wolf forms as young werewolves didn't turn until their fifth birthday. Well, the full-blooded ones anyway. Half-blooded werewolves didn't typically shift until a bit older and sometimes not at all, you've since learned.
As if conjuring them with your thoughts, several pups raced by, laughing and giggling as they raced after an elder. A glance at their wolf form, and your own grin resembled theirs.
Only one elder had such a coat, and you proudly called him your husband and mate.
To think there was a time when he hadn't liked you, much less trusted you, seemed like a long time ago. He'd seen your appearance in town as a bad omen and even attempted to get the other elders to cast you back out. When that had failed, he'd done everything in his power to avoid you.
You did the same with him. His incivility towards you hadn't exactly endeared him to you, either. He'd even made your research and documentation all the harder over the first several weeks of your stay with them.
It'd been a weird, fateful mishap that had forced you two together for an extended time. During that time, you two had softened towards each other, learning more about each other and your pasts. Neither, you soon realized, had had it easy. Him being a werewolf, and you being a witch. Sure, your kind had some favor over his, but that hadn't meant you'd been free of prejudice and mistreatment because of who and what you were.
Despite the softening, it'd taken a bit more drastic happenings before you two finally admitted what you'd been denying between each other.
After that, you two had only grown closer, fully open to the idea of what could be between you. There'd been some bumps along the way, but you two were happier than you'd ever been.
Including that moment even as you felt his warm breath on your neck while you worked.
"Don't you dare," you warned though no real malice presented itself. "You're too heavy to flop on me in that form, and you know it."
A soft whine was your only answer before you heard the faint crackle of bones popping and shifting into his other form. Strong arms wrapped around you a moment later. His sweat-covered skin rubbed against your back even as you squealed, "Curtis, you're dirty!"
"Then, join me for a bath," he grumbled next to your ear, playful and loving.
Shaking your head, you craned your neck to better see him. "You're incorrigible. We still have a few things left for this festival. You know the very one that had been your idea."
"I finished my list ages ago. Not my fault you're slow," he said between nips of your shoulder and neck, not bothered by anything at the moment. It was a true rarity for him, and you were happy he could have these moments even if you did come out a bit worse for wear.
"I hope you didn't tire the pups out too much. It won't do for them to be too tired to enjoy this festival that's just for them." You glanced around the square that was visible from the porch of your shared home. A smile flitted over your features while you tried to see his face once more. "I'm really proud of you for doing this. It'll mean a lot to the pups and their parents to have something to call their own."
"Pack traditions were meant to be passed down," he whispered against your skin. His teeth and lips had ceased their playful nips as he fell silent for a long moment. When he finally spoke again, he added, "It's nice to have a pack again to share them with."
Curtis didn't often talk about his past or his pack which had been wiped out by hunters when he'd been a teenager. It'd taken a lot for him to come to trust those he called his pack now, and even more so, to trust you with his heart. You wouldn't ever take that for granted as long as you lived.
As his words settled over you, you couldn't help asking, "Would you want to keep those traditions going by building a pack of our own? Possibly one day in the future if not now?"
Curtis stilled further behind you.
His arm tightened its hold across your shoulders as his breath exhaled warmly against your neck.
At last, he asked, "You want to have my pups?"
"Maybe. One day. When we're both ready." You dropped the half-finished decoration in your hands to the steps below you. "I guess I just want to know if it's something you want, too."
A deep growl came seconds before Curtis's arms shifted to lift you and himself in one smooth movement. His lips claimed yours in a possessive kiss that would've had your knees buckling if he hadn't been holding you so preciously in his arms.
When he finally broke the kiss, he didn't stray far from your lips as he said, "Have that bath with me, dear mate, and I'll show exactly what I think about having pups together."
"As long as we're back in time for the festival," you warned even as your smile bloomed once more, "I don't want to miss out on the magic of this night with the others. Plus, this is your event. It wouldn't do if the main organizer didn't show."
He made no promises as he carried you inside and into the room where you'd placed the over-sized tub you'd ordered to share.
The night would prove one filled with new traditions, both public and private.
Summary: Everyone is wanting to celebrate Dave's newest bestseller, but things go a bit awry. Thankfully, you and Aaron know how to work together to make everything better.
A/N: This was a Fluff Bingo prompt from their spring event last year. I remember the prompt being just perfect for Aaron, hence this was born.
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"I don't know, Aaron. This feels like a really bad idea," you couldn't saying as you both juggled the multiple objects in your hands. "Dave doesn't strike me as someone who appreciates others invading his space."
Aaron Hotchner had the audacity to chuckle at your misgivings.
When you would've liked to nudge him or playfully shove him for laughing, all the stuff in your arms prevented you. The only thing left in your arsenal was snark, and you'd always had plenty of it.
Before you could unleash any though, Dave's front door opened.
Penelope squealed upon seeing the many items you two carried, motioning you both inside. "Oh, my gosh. Oh, my gosh, I'm so glad you're here. We could really use your help, my sweet lady."
You didn't get to ask why because Penelope had grabbed the only free space she could find and dragged you from Aaron's side. A glance behind you to see Aaron shaking his head, his smile visible and growing, before you were pulled deeper into Dave's home.
Penelope didn't let go until she'd gotten you into the massive and beautifully kept kitchen.
Well, used to be beautifully kept, you realized. It honestly took you a few moments to find the kitchen you considered your dream kitchen under all the mess.
"What happened in here?"
That was all it took for Penelope to dive into the juicy info she'd gathered since she arrived that morning.
From your understanding, Joy had been in the process of starting some food prep with her hubby when Kai woke up sick. Of course, they'd dropped everything and took Kai to the ER. His temp was way too high, and he complained of tummy ache. The ER took them forever. Kai was diagnosed with a stomach bug that should resolve itself in a few days. By the time they returned to Dave's place, they'd been too exhausted to even recall the mess they'd left behind.
Kai, understandably, has been their priority over any cleaning they might've done this morning before Penelope and Derek arrived.
"Penny," you surveyed the damage, not comprehending how a little prep has led to this much mess, "this can't be all Joy."
"Oh, it's not," she assured you before she recounted more of this kitchen's odyssey.
When she and Derek arrived, they did set out to clean up and start over, but neither of them had ever really been so great at making pasta, let alone Dave's favorite dishes. They'd gathered every cookbook they could find around the house before Penelope got out her laptop.
Every appliance Dave owned had been pulled from their respective spaces and used in some capacity. Not one of them had been saved from a dusting of flour or whatever paste the two had seemed to create instead of pasta dough. Some of it even appeared to have started crusting over, hardening where it'd been left.
"Take these," you said in a nonsense but gentle tone, "and get Aaron. I'm going to need his help in here. Oh, and Penny, please pray I can get through this mess and still have time to make everything we agreed to make."
"On it, sweet lady," she said, her heeled steps clicking her departure. She paused in the doorway and met your gaze over her shoulder, her smile sweet and infectious. "I'm really glad you're here, and I have complete faith in you."
You surveyed the mess once more, developing a working game plan. The mess would take at least a half-hour to clean. Another hour or so to make enough food for the surprise party. Time would be cutting it close, but you felt confident this could work.
"What do you need, honey?" Aaron asked, his arms coming around your middle.
Your confidence increased at his arrival and sweet words of assistance.
Turning in his arms, you rose as high as your toes allowed to place a sweet kiss on his lips. A smile crept over your features as you met his warm brown eyes. "Your attention to detail and some elbow grease."
"You've always got those," he said with such promise. His lips curved into a grin that had your insides melting a little, but you reluctantly pushed those feelings aside. Oh, this man could do things to you that you never thought anyone would be able to do.
It took a moment before you regained your professionalism and set him to work.
Between you two, Dave's disaster of a kitchen returned to his level of pristine cleanliness. You'd even done it with a few minutes to spare with the half-hour block you'd estimated earlier.
It helped that you two had learned to work so well together, having cooked many meals together.
Sure, the days where Jack joined were a bit more chaotic, but they were no less fun and soul healing. Jack, not so little anymore, still proved helpful and resourceful whenever a mishap threatened to topple whatever plans had been made. He'd even picked up quite a few skills from both you and Aaron, doing his part whenever it was called for.
You wouldn't trade any of the days you've shared with Aaron and Jack for anything, you realized, as he set up the few appliances you needed. Your love for them had been set deep within your heart, and you looked forward to having as many more as they'd allow you.
"What's that face?" Aaron asked, his hand coming up to trace over your cheek. "I don't know that I've seen that face before. You okay, honey?"
Shaking yourself, you smiled with all the love you had. "Yeah, I'm good. Really good."
He studied you another moment. Whatever he saw must've lent truth to your words because he leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek.
A squeal from the doorway had you both turning towards it. Wry grins stole over your features as only one could make that noise from the team, and that was Penelope.
"You two are just so cute," she gushed.
Her hands were clenched beneath her chin as she practically vibrated where she stood.
You could only shake your head as you asked, "Need something, Penny?"
"Oh, yeah, I need to borrow Hotch. I'll send him right back, sweet lady."
After assuring Aaron and Penelope you could manage on your own for a bit, you quickly set about to work. The first task you needed to complete was making enough pasta for everyone joining for this celebration of Dave's latest bestseller.
A quick glance at the clock promised you'd have just enough time to get everything finished on time as long as no other hiccups occurred.
Aaron returned a few minutes later, and Joy even managed to join you two. She quickly figured out what was left and set about doing that, her gratitude evident despite her exhausted state.
When you were certain you had everything under control, you quickly searched out the fully stocked fridge and cabinets of Dave's kitchen. After grabbing a few items, you set them down on the counter and quickly made up something soft but filling for Joy, Kai, and Shawn. It wouldn't do to make them wait another hour or so for Dave's surprise dinner to eat something.
"You really don't have to do that," Joy said when she realized what you were doing.
Shaking your head, you shushed her. "It's not a problem. I've learned how fussy a young boy can be when they're not feeling well. This was one of Jack's favorites whenever he caught something. Maybe it'll help Kai as well."
Joy didn't argue after that, simply sat and watched as you finished everything up yet again.
When you would've trayed it up, Aaron stopped you, nudging you aside and taking over. His hands took up the few plates and bowls you'd prepared and set them in a manner that only one trip would be needed.
"I'll bring the tray if you'd like to grab the drinks, Joy," he said and waited until she led the way from the kitchen. When he reached the doorway, he paused a moment to meet your gaze. The softest smile graced his features as he said, "Do you know how much I love you?"
A smile bloomed until your cheeks hurt.
You nodded. "I do, and I love you just as much, Aaron."
"That's impossible, honey."
He didn't give you the chance to argue, his feet quickly taking him out of the doorway and catching up to Joy.
With the kitchen to yourself once more, you turned back to what was left to do.
Well, you thought you had it to yourself.
A noise near the back door had you turning to find Dave standing there. His suitcase sat at his feet and an amused but affectionate expression rested on his own obviously face.
"How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough, mia bella," he spun his keys in his hand before coming further into the kitchen and sitting at his large island, "to know how much you mean to this team and even to my family."
Being the premier profiler, he didn't give you a chance to flounder but rather continued by changing the subject. "So, how much damage have they done to my house?"
You huffed, shaking your head at him. Amusement filled you when you caught the twinkling humor lurking in his expressive eyes. He only allowed a few people to see his mischievous side, and you felt quite honored to be one of those people.
"I'm sure it's not too bad. I did try and tell them this was a bad idea, but they were quite insistent as I'm sure you're aware."
"You're a good kid. If Aaron doesn't put a ring on your finger soon, let me know. We'll find you a good Italian boy, someone who'll appreciate all you have to offer."
To emphasize his words, he reached into the pan closest to him and snatched some of the pasta you'd just finished preparing. A soft moan of appreciation left his throat almost involuntarily, chewing slowly to enjoy each of the flavors you added.
"If I were twenty years younger…"
"You would make me wife number five?"
"You wound me, mia bella."
"My apologies, Dave," you said sincerely.
"Hotch is gone five minutes, Rossi, and you're over here trying to propose to his girl," Derek said from the doorway, his brows raised even as a wide grin spread over his face. "You're either a brave man or a stupid one. Ring or no ring, we all know Hotch is all in with Pretty Mama."
"That I am," Aaron agreed, stepping back into the room.
He didn't stop until he returned to your side where he belonged and had belonged for some time. His arm came up to wrap around your waist even as he dropped a kiss into your hair.
In a voice low enough only you'd hear, he said, "I have the ring at home. I'm taking you to dinner this weekend. Your favorite place. Our favorite table there. Have them slip it into your favorite dessert. Hope with everything in me that you'll say yes."
"You got Jack's blessing?"
He nodded. "He helped me pick out the ring. Even told me it took me long enough."
Laughter spilled out of you at that. Leave it to Jack Hotchner to know what he wanted before his father did. It heartened you to know that Jack cared about you that much as you cared about him just the same. You'd do anything for Jack, including stepping aside if he didn't want you in his or his father's life anymore.
Meeting his gaze, you found yourself getting lost in the love he so freely expressed in his gaze. It was enough to have your breath catching. His love for you hadn't been a secret for several months now, but every time he looked at you like that, you always lost your breath. How could you not when you had a man like Aaron Hotchner?
"What do you think?" he asked after a moment too long in silence. "Bad idea?"
You shook your head. It took several rapid blinks to get your emotions back under control. One of your dreams was coming true even if it was going to be another couple of days. You could wait. You would wait forever if it mean a lifetime with Aaron and with Jack.
"No, no," you said, swallowing down the lump that had risen, "it's a very good idea. The best idea you've ever had."
"So, you'll say yes?"
Happiness swelled within you, but you tempered it. No reason to not tease him for a moment after the incredibly sweet bombshell he'd dropped on you. Your eyes were surely twinkling as you said, "Guess you'll have to wait until this weekend to find out. Though, I'm certain the odds will be in your favor."
"You're going to keep me on my toes, aren't you, honey?"
"Always."
He pressed a kiss to your hair again as he whispered, "Good."
Summary: Henry decides to use his school's craft fair to try and set up his favorite godfather, Spencer, with one of his favorite teachers. His ploy seems to work, too.
Warnings: None
A/N: With this fill for last year's spring event for Fluff Bingo, I couldn't help but use one of the few kiddos we have to set Spencer up with his favorite teacher. I love Jack, but Henry is equally precious. How could I not use him this way?
Part 2
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"Uncle Spence, you made it," Henry shouted, his happiness apparent. He raced between the groups of people, easily dodging elbows and knees, in his pursuit of his destination. That happened to be one Spencer Reid, godfather extraordinaire.
Spencer couldn't help the smile that tugged across his lips, bending down and catching Henry in his arms. "I couldn't miss this when you invited me as sweetly as you did. Where's your mom?"
"Dad came with me. Mom's home with Micheal. He's sick."
That pulled Spencer's previous smile into a frown for a moment.
Will, who'd been watching his son and his friend interact, stepped in. "Michael's fine. Just a little stomach bug going around school. Henry had it last week. He's fine to be here. We both are."
It was no secret how Spencer felt about germs, even those involving those he cared about.
Hearing that nothing serious was going on, Spencer allowed himself to relax. His attention returned to Henry as he asked, "So, what should we see first? I don't know that I've been to a craft fair like this one before. You'll have to show me how it's done. I don't want to miss anything."
Henry beamed at the idea of teaching Spencer something. His godfather was so smart, he knew, and it wasn't everyday that Spencer told someone he didn't know something. Knowing just the place they'd start, he grabbed Spencer's hand and tugged him forward.
No words were exchanged as Henry was on a mission, but a look of amusement passed between Spencer and Will.
Spencer didn't have a clue what Henry had in mind first, but he never would've considered the refreshment table set off to one side. Across the banner, he read the school's name that Henry attended. Compared to the other booths set up nearby, he didn't spy any type of signage broadcasting prices.
Henry called out a name, but Spencer couldn't quite make it out over the noise echoing through the large space. He hadn't thought to ever forget the sounds of a gym, and he hadn't really. Just that the memories had managed to fade at the edges a bit.
All Spencer knew was one moment Henry was holding his hand, and the next, he's watching Henry tugging someone from the booth until they stood in front of Spencer. Until you stood in front of him. You wore the sweetest smile Spencer could remember anyone ever wearing. When it flashed towards him, he almost forgot how to breathe. You were breathtaking.
"So, you're the famous Uncle Spence we hear so much about," you said, holding out your hand while also introducing yourself. You retracted your hand just as quickly, but your face never lost its smile. Settling for a small wave, you asked, "Are you enjoying the craft fair, Dr. Reid?"
Spencer's brain refused to work. You had him off-kilter with the knowledge you've shown in the few moments of time you've shared with him. How did you know he didn't like to touch others, especially strangers? How did you know he went by doctor rather than mister?
As if guessing his thoughts, you leaned a bit closer but not too close and said only loud enough for him to hear, "Henry talks about you a lot. We hear about your adventures every week. You're quite impressive. Henry tells us you're a real-life hero."
"Oh, I don't know about that," Spencer stammered.
His cheeks warmed at Henry's praise of him, but more so, at the way you continued to look at him. He could make out the open curiosity you had for him, but he couldn't tell if it was genuine interest one feels for another or if you were merely being polite for a student's sake. A part, bigger than he'd ever admit aloud, of him wanted it to be the former, but his experience almost assured it was the latter.
"Hm, I wouldn't discount yourself too much," you rebutted softly, your eyes leaving his face to inspect the rest of him. He really hoped you wouldn't find him lacking, grateful Hotch and Morgan weren't standing next to him. Will was more than enough to make enough comparisons. You must've liked what you saw because your smile never faltered though your attention shifted to Henry. "Wanna grab your uncle one of the cookies I promised to save just for him?"
Henry nodded and dashed behind the booth's large table.
Spencer could make out the containers from the store you'd bought the cookies. One of them held a couple leftovers that weren't available to others. The others had been set out around the table in a display meant to entice fair-goers until the supply had been depleted.
Henry raced back with the plastic package, handing it to you.
You popped it open and motioned for Spencer to take the cookies. "Only hands that might've grazed them were mine, and I wore gloves after washing my hands thoroughly. Can't be too careful nowadays."
The way you hadn't made him feel weird for his germaphobia endeared you to him all the more. It was the reason he didn't hesitate in picking up the cookies while murmuring his thanks. As politeness dictated, he took a bite and followed it up with, "There are really good."
"They're the best store-bought ones you can find," your eyes sparked with mischief as you added, "but you should really try the ones I bake sometime."
The cookie he'd been chewing lodged itself, causing him to choke.
Will came to his rescue, thumping his back until he could take in normal breaths again.
You, the sweet temptress you were, held out a small cup of lemonade from the booth you manned for the school. Your face had contorted into something more akin to someone feeling shame or apologetic of their actions as you murmured, "I didn't mean for that to sound the way it did. I mean, I do bake some great treats, but I'm not trying to insinuate anything. We are surrounded by families and little ones after all."
Spencer quickly shook his head. Even if he'd only met you, he knew enough from what Henry had told him to know you spoke the truth. Everything about you screamed how much you adored the kids, calling out to the ones you recognized. It didn't matter you held a conversation with him or any other adults that happened along. You had kind words for everyone that passed and encouragement for the few students helping you run the booth.
As if realizing he'd been monopolizing your time, he took a step back.
"I should let you get back to it," he said, grabbing up Henry's hand, "but maybe we can stop by again. See if you have anything left before we head out."
Your smile glowed once more as you nodded. "I'd really like that. Maybe you could tell me what about the booths I can't see, too. I've heard some good things, but I won't really get the chance to explore today."
"It's all weekend, isn't it?" Will asked, surprising both you and Spencer as he hadn't really said anything up until then.
You nodded.
Will continued, "Are you working the booth tomorrow?"
You shook your head.
At your answer, Will's grin came out as he eyed Spencer for a moment before turning back to you, "Then, maybe you and Spencer here could explore the fair together. That is if Spencer here wouldn't mind coming back and seeing it a second time. What do ya say, Spence?"
"Oh, I couldn't ask that of you. That would be too much," you protested, but Spencer was already saying, "Um, yeah, I could do that."
Will clapped. "Great. Now that's settled. Henry, why don't we let them sort themselves out, then we can pick Uncle Spence back up in say another few minutes?"
Henry quickly agreed, taking off for a booth not too far away. It held a bunch of crocheted plush animals that might appeal to his younger brother.
Will followed after him after shooting Spencer a wink and saying, "Don't bungle it now."
When the two of you were alone, you risked touching Spencer's sleeve. His gaze dropped to where your warmth seeped through his thin shirt before you hastily took it away again. He missed it as soon as you did. That surprised him the most.
"Please, don't think I was fishing. I wouldn't want to impose on what's surely limited time to yourself. You don't have to come back tomorrow if you don't want to."
"But what if I want to," Spencer said over your rambling.
It was enough to have you snapping your mouth shut in brief shock. It was also enough to have Spencer wondering if he'd somehow overstepped or misread your earlier possible interest in him.
Only when your smile blossomed once more did he breathe out a soft sigh.
"I'd really like that but only if you really and truly want to."
Spencer allowed his own smile to come out as he said, "I really want to."
The two of you might've continued to smile at each other if one of your students hadn't called out to you.
"I better get back to it, but please, stop by before you leave. We can exchange numbers, then we can secure plans for tomorrow after I'm done for the day." You took a step back toward the booth behind you, but you didn't get far before you added, "I really am glad I got the chance to meet you, Dr. Reid."
Spencer offered his own sentiments, watching as you backed up until you bumped the booth. He bit his lip lest his smile grow wider at how cute you were.
It took another minute before he, too, moved away, intent on catching up with Will and Henry. After all, he had a new job to scope out the best booths to show you tomorrow. Maybe even spend a few minutes considering his options to prolong his time with you tomorrow, including possible dinner plans.
Spencer had known Henry had a special reason to ask him to his school's annual craft fair, but he hadn't counted on you being that reason. He definitely hadn't considered how much you would end up affecting him or the turn of events that took place.
But, he couldn't say he regretted them as he spared a final glance at you and your booth.
Summary: You come home to find Steve rummaging through your closet for his favorite shirt. He has plans for it and refuses to be deterred.
Warnings: none
A/N: Another one for last year's Steve Rogers Bingo.
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"Steven, what do you think you're doing?" you demanded, hands crossed over your chest while you hip rested against the door frame of your closet.
Your boyfriend of nearly three years glanced over his shoulder. His hands stilled on the hoodies hanging in front of him. He had the nerve to give you a knowing looking before returning to what he'd been doing. This time though, he picked up his pace as he sifted through the large collection of hoodies you've amassed.
"I'm looking for my favorite shirt. I know you have it, sweetheart."
You scoffed at the mild accusation in his tone. Sure, you'd been known to 'borrow' some of his clothes from time to time, but you always returned them.
Steve had the nerve to mimic your scoff. "I saw it in your pile when we were doing laundry yesterday. Don't think I don't know you."
"What makes you think I still have it?" you asked, not about to let him win this match so easily. "How do you know it's not hanging up in your closet? You know the door on the other side of our garden tub? The last I checked you have a greater collection of clothes than I do. What makes you so sure I have it?"
"Because, sweetheart," he spared you another exasperated though loving glance, "I already checked my closet, and it's not there. While I do agree I have more clothes than you, I also know what I have and my shirt isn't among what's mine. Your closet is the next logical conclusion."
Realizing he had you there, you stubbornly clung to the idea that you didn't have his shirt. Your gaze swept over the walk-in that you'd claimed the day you two moved in. You were determined to prove him wrong and send him back to his own closet. Not one hanger or shelf was missed in your scrutiny, so certain you were in your knowledge.
It was only when your gaze landed on an out-of-place navy shirt that in fact looked familiar did you shift your weight. Studying it further, you could just make out the edges of the even more familiar shape and color of his shield emblazoned across the front.
Creeping forward, you kept an eye on Steve and his attention on the far wall of your closet.
"I'm telling you, my love, it's not in here."
And it wouldn't be in the next thirty seconds if you had your way.
Steve hummed, clearly still skeptical of your assertion.
It was just as well. As long as he kept his attention where it was, you could do this. You could be stealthy when you wanted to be, and right then, you really wanted to be.
You dared a glance in his direction when you neared the spot where his shirt hung. Your hands stretched the short distance towards it and even gripped the shirt. With his attention still diverted, you tugged gently at the shirt, pleased when it gave and dropped off the hanger.
Knowing you wouldn't have long, you turned to dash out of your closet.
You made it two steps and only two steps.
Strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you back into a solid and warm chest.
"What's that, sweetheart?"
"What's what?" you asked, deciding to play dumb even though you've been caught.
Steve's soft chuckle wasn't lost on you as it reverberated through you. "That shirt in your hands. It looks awfully familiar, ya know?"
"I don't know," you said, shrugging even as you held up the shirt to inspect it. "Looks like any other shirt you'd give out to your fans. Certainly doesn't look like anything that special."
"Oh, it's plenty special, sweetheart," Steve murmured close to your ear. His breath tickled across the exposed skin of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. Oh, he knew exactly what he was doing as he continued, "I got that shirt from someone very special to me. It's my favorite because they gave it to me."
"You must really care about them if you notice when this shirt isn't among your others."
The softest of kisses pressed against the space where your shoulder and neck met.
"They are the most precious part of my life."
He said the words so softly but so assuredly that your heart threatened to pound out of your chest. Your belly swooped while happy tears rushed to your eyes. Darn him for doing this to you every time.
Swallowing past the lump forming, you twisted so your eyes could meet. You managed a decent though mocked glare in his direction while you pushed the shirt into his hand still holding you close.
"You never play fair," you accused him though your voice lacked any real conviction.
Steve, without an ounce of remorse for eliciting such an emotional response from you, simply leaned in and pressed another sweet kiss to your lips. His nose rubbed against yours when he pulled away to say, "I play for keeps, sweetheart, and I mean to keep you as long as you'll let me."
"Even if I steal your clothes from time to time?"
"Especially because you steal my clothes," he countered, pressing another kiss to your lips.
He released you then, shaking out his shirt.
When you figured he would slip it over the tank he was wearing, he surprised you by raising the shirt and tugging it over your head and down your body. While you hurriedly pushed your arms through the sleeves, you caught the speculative gleam in his expression.
"I thought…"
Steve shook his head. "Nah, it looks better on you, sweetheart. Plus, I know you like wearing it when you've had a long day. I just wanted to have it ready for you when you got home. Unfortunately, you got home before I could find it."
This time, you rose up on tiptoes and wrapped yourself around him. Your lips founds his and didn't let him go until you both needed to pull back for some air.
"Do you know how much I love you?" you asked between breathy inhales.
Steve grinned. "Almost as much as I love you, sweetheart."
Summary: You come home to find Steve rummaging through your closet for his favorite shirt. He has plans for it and refuses to be deterred.
Warnings: none
A/N: Another one for last year's Steve Rogers Bingo.
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"Steven, what do you think you're doing?" you demanded, hands crossed over your chest while you hip rested against the door frame of your closet.
Your boyfriend of nearly three years glanced over his shoulder. His hands stilled on the hoodies hanging in front of him. He had the nerve to give you a knowing looking before returning to what he'd been doing. This time though, he picked up his pace as he sifted through the large collection of hoodies you've amassed.
"I'm looking for my favorite shirt. I know you have it, sweetheart."
You scoffed at the mild accusation in his tone. Sure, you'd been known to 'borrow' some of his clothes from time to time, but you always returned them.
Steve had the nerve to mimic your scoff. "I saw it in your pile when we were doing laundry yesterday. Don't think I don't know you."
"What makes you think I still have it?" you asked, not about to let him win this match so easily. "How do you know it's not hanging up in your closet? You know the door on the other side of our garden tub? The last I checked you have a greater collection of clothes than I do. What makes you so sure I have it?"
"Because, sweetheart," he spared you another exasperated though loving glance, "I already checked my closet, and it's not there. While I do agree I have more clothes than you, I also know what I have and my shirt isn't among what's mine. Your closet is the next logical conclusion."
Realizing he had you there, you stubbornly clung to the idea that you didn't have his shirt. Your gaze swept over the walk-in that you'd claimed the day you two moved in. You were determined to prove him wrong and send him back to his own closet. Not one hanger or shelf was missed in your scrutiny, so certain you were in your knowledge.
It was only when your gaze landed on an out-of-place navy shirt that in fact looked familiar did you shift your weight. Studying it further, you could just make out the edges of the even more familiar shape and color of his shield emblazoned across the front.
Creeping forward, you kept an eye on Steve and his attention on the far wall of your closet.
"I'm telling you, my love, it's not in here."
And it wouldn't be in the next thirty seconds if you had your way.
Steve hummed, clearly still skeptical of your assertion.
It was just as well. As long as he kept his attention where it was, you could do this. You could be stealthy when you wanted to be, and right then, you really wanted to be.
You dared a glance in his direction when you neared the spot where his shirt hung. Your hands stretched the short distance towards it and even gripped the shirt. With his attention still diverted, you tugged gently at the shirt, pleased when it gave and dropped off the hanger.
Knowing you wouldn't have long, you turned to dash out of your closet.
You made it two steps and only two steps.
Strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you back into a solid and warm chest.
"What's that, sweetheart?"
"What's what?" you asked, deciding to play dumb even though you've been caught.
Steve's soft chuckle wasn't lost on you as it reverberated through you. "That shirt in your hands. It looks awfully familiar, ya know?"
"I don't know," you said, shrugging even as you held up the shirt to inspect it. "Looks like any other shirt you'd give out to your fans. Certainly doesn't look like anything that special."
"Oh, it's plenty special, sweetheart," Steve murmured close to your ear. His breath tickled across the exposed skin of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. Oh, he knew exactly what he was doing as he continued, "I got that shirt from someone very special to me. It's my favorite because they gave it to me."
"You must really care about them if you notice when this shirt isn't among your others."
The softest of kisses pressed against the space where your shoulder and neck met.
"They are the most precious part of my life."
He said the words so softly but so assuredly that your heart threatened to pound out of your chest. Your belly swooped while happy tears rushed to your eyes. Darn him for doing this to you every time.
Swallowing past the lump forming, you twisted so your eyes could meet. You managed a decent though mocked glare in his direction while you pushed the shirt into his hand still holding you close.
"You never play fair," you accused him though your voice lacked any real conviction.
Steve, without an ounce of remorse for eliciting such an emotional response from you, simply leaned in and pressed another sweet kiss to your lips. His nose rubbed against yours when he pulled away to say, "I play for keeps, sweetheart, and I mean to keep you as long as you'll let me."
"Even if I steal your clothes from time to time?"
"Especially because you steal my clothes," he countered, pressing another kiss to your lips.
He released you then, shaking out his shirt.
When you figured he would slip it over the tank he was wearing, he surprised you by raising the shirt and tugging it over your head and down your body. While you hurriedly pushed your arms through the sleeves, you caught the speculative gleam in his expression.
"I thought…"
Steve shook his head. "Nah, it looks better on you, sweetheart. Plus, I know you like wearing it when you've had a long day. I just wanted to have it ready for you when you got home. Unfortunately, you got home before I could find it."
This time, you rose up on tiptoes and wrapped yourself around him. Your lips founds his and didn't let him go until you both needed to pull back for some air.
"Do you know how much I love you?" you asked between breathy inhales.
Steve grinned. "Almost as much as I love you, sweetheart."
Summary: The town is preparing for its first ever festival that celebrates its residents' unique heritage. During this prep, you share a sweet and promising moment with your floofy, feral mate, Curtis.
Warnings: none
A/N: This is the fill for Creature AU from last year's Fluff Bingo Spring Edition. I had to go with someone I had introduced on my old account and really need to get back to writing their story, which is our Werewolf!Curtis.
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All preparations for the town's newest festival were almost complete.
You say newest, but it's actually the first one. Ever.
The town itself was relatively new. Only a few years old when you came into it, ready to document and protect the new wolves spotted in the nearby woods. None of the town elders had really cared about celebrating anything. More so, they'd focused on surviving to live the next day.
It'd only been in the past year that new laws had come into the area, protecting it and its residents from others who would do harm to either or both.
New families had even moved into the area, eager to find a real home for themselves for the first time.
You'd lost track of how many families had moved in the last few months, but you'd enjoyed seeing the new faces and learning their names. You especially loved seeing the young werewolf pups who enjoyed following some of the elders around. The pups adored it when the elders walked around in their wolf forms as young werewolves didn't turn until their fifth birthday. Well, the full-blooded ones anyway. Half-blooded werewolves didn't typically shift until a bit older and sometimes not at all, you've since learned.
As if conjuring them with your thoughts, several pups raced by, laughing and giggling as they raced after an elder. A glance at their wolf form, and your own grin resembled theirs.
Only one elder had such a coat, and you proudly called him your husband and mate.
To think there was a time when he hadn't liked you, much less trusted you, seemed like a long time ago. He'd seen your appearance in town as a bad omen and even attempted to get the other elders to cast you back out. When that had failed, he'd done everything in his power to avoid you.
You did the same with him. His incivility towards you hadn't exactly endeared him to you, either. He'd even made your research and documentation all the harder over the first several weeks of your stay with them.
It'd been a weird, fateful mishap that had forced you two together for an extended time. During that time, you two had softened towards each other, learning more about each other and your pasts. Neither, you soon realized, had had it easy. Him being a werewolf, and you being a witch. Sure, your kind had some favor over his, but that hadn't meant you'd been free of prejudice and mistreatment because of who and what you were.
Despite the softening, it'd taken a bit more drastic happenings before you two finally admitted what you'd been denying between each other.
After that, you two had only grown closer, fully open to the idea of what could be between you. There'd been some bumps along the way, but you two were happier than you'd ever been.
Including that moment even as you felt his warm breath on your neck while you worked.
"Don't you dare," you warned though no real malice presented itself. "You're too heavy to flop on me in that form, and you know it."
A soft whine was your only answer before you heard the faint crackle of bones popping and shifting into his other form. Strong arms wrapped around you a moment later. His sweat-covered skin rubbed against your back even as you squealed, "Curtis, you're dirty!"
"Then, join me for a bath," he grumbled next to your ear, playful and loving.
Shaking your head, you craned your neck to better see him. "You're incorrigible. We still have a few things left for this festival. You know the very one that had been your idea."
"I finished my list ages ago. Not my fault you're slow," he said between nips of your shoulder and neck, not bothered by anything at the moment. It was a true rarity for him, and you were happy he could have these moments even if you did come out a bit worse for wear.
"I hope you didn't tire the pups out too much. It won't do for them to be too tired to enjoy this festival that's just for them." You glanced around the square that was visible from the porch of your shared home. A smile flitted over your features while you tried to see his face once more. "I'm really proud of you for doing this. It'll mean a lot to the pups and their parents to have something to call their own."
"Pack traditions were meant to be passed down," he whispered against your skin. His teeth and lips had ceased their playful nips as he fell silent for a long moment. When he finally spoke again, he added, "It's nice to have a pack again to share them with."
Curtis didn't often talk about his past or his pack which had been wiped out by hunters when he'd been a teenager. It'd taken a lot for him to come to trust those he called his pack now, and even more so, to trust you with his heart. You wouldn't ever take that for granted as long as you lived.
As his words settled over you, you couldn't help asking, "Would you want to keep those traditions going by building a pack of our own? Possibly one day in the future if not now?"
Curtis stilled further behind you.
His arm tightened its hold across your shoulders as his breath exhaled warmly against your neck.
At last, he asked, "You want to have my pups?"
"Maybe. One day. When we're both ready." You dropped the half-finished decoration in your hands to the steps below you. "I guess I just want to know if it's something you want, too."
A deep growl came seconds before Curtis's arms shifted to lift you and himself in one smooth movement. His lips claimed yours in a possessive kiss that would've had your knees buckling if he hadn't been holding you so preciously in his arms.
When he finally broke the kiss, he didn't stray far from your lips as he said, "Have that bath with me, dear mate, and I'll show exactly what I think about having pups together."
"As long as we're back in time for the festival," you warned even as your smile bloomed once more, "I don't want to miss out on the magic of this night with the others. Plus, this is your event. It wouldn't do if the main organizer didn't show."
He made no promises as he carried you inside and into the room where you'd placed the over-sized tub you'd ordered to share.
The night would prove one filled with new traditions, both public and private.
Summary: Everyone is wanting to celebrate Dave's newest bestseller, but things go a bit awry. Thankfully, you and Aaron know how to work together to make everything better.
A/N: This was a Fluff Bingo prompt from their spring event last year. I remember the prompt being just perfect for Aaron, hence this was born.
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"I don't know, Aaron. This feels like a really bad idea," you couldn't saying as you both juggled the multiple objects in your hands. "Dave doesn't strike me as someone who appreciates others invading his space."
Aaron Hotchner had the audacity to chuckle at your misgivings.
When you would've liked to nudge him or playfully shove him for laughing, all the stuff in your arms prevented you. The only thing left in your arsenal was snark, and you'd always had plenty of it.
Before you could unleash any though, Dave's front door opened.
Penelope squealed upon seeing the many items you two carried, motioning you both inside. "Oh, my gosh. Oh, my gosh, I'm so glad you're here. We could really use your help, my sweet lady."
You didn't get to ask why because Penelope had grabbed the only free space she could find and dragged you from Aaron's side. A glance behind you to see Aaron shaking his head, his smile visible and growing, before you were pulled deeper into Dave's home.
Penelope didn't let go until she'd gotten you into the massive and beautifully kept kitchen.
Well, used to be beautifully kept, you realized. It honestly took you a few moments to find the kitchen you considered your dream kitchen under all the mess.
"What happened in here?"
That was all it took for Penelope to dive into the juicy info she'd gathered since she arrived that morning.
From your understanding, Joy had been in the process of starting some food prep with her hubby when Kai woke up sick. Of course, they'd dropped everything and took Kai to the ER. His temp was way too high, and he complained of tummy ache. The ER took them forever. Kai was diagnosed with a stomach bug that should resolve itself in a few days. By the time they returned to Dave's place, they'd been too exhausted to even recall the mess they'd left behind.
Kai, understandably, has been their priority over any cleaning they might've done this morning before Penelope and Derek arrived.
"Penny," you surveyed the damage, not comprehending how a little prep has led to this much mess, "this can't be all Joy."
"Oh, it's not," she assured you before she recounted more of this kitchen's odyssey.
When she and Derek arrived, they did set out to clean up and start over, but neither of them had ever really been so great at making pasta, let alone Dave's favorite dishes. They'd gathered every cookbook they could find around the house before Penelope got out her laptop.
Every appliance Dave owned had been pulled from their respective spaces and used in some capacity. Not one of them had been saved from a dusting of flour or whatever paste the two had seemed to create instead of pasta dough. Some of it even appeared to have started crusting over, hardening where it'd been left.
"Take these," you said in a nonsense but gentle tone, "and get Aaron. I'm going to need his help in here. Oh, and Penny, please pray I can get through this mess and still have time to make everything we agreed to make."
"On it, sweet lady," she said, her heeled steps clicking her departure. She paused in the doorway and met your gaze over her shoulder, her smile sweet and infectious. "I'm really glad you're here, and I have complete faith in you."
You surveyed the mess once more, developing a working game plan. The mess would take at least a half-hour to clean. Another hour or so to make enough food for the surprise party. Time would be cutting it close, but you felt confident this could work.
"What do you need, honey?" Aaron asked, his arms coming around your middle.
Your confidence increased at his arrival and sweet words of assistance.
Turning in his arms, you rose as high as your toes allowed to place a sweet kiss on his lips. A smile crept over your features as you met his warm brown eyes. "Your attention to detail and some elbow grease."
"You've always got those," he said with such promise. His lips curved into a grin that had your insides melting a little, but you reluctantly pushed those feelings aside. Oh, this man could do things to you that you never thought anyone would be able to do.
It took a moment before you regained your professionalism and set him to work.
Between you two, Dave's disaster of a kitchen returned to his level of pristine cleanliness. You'd even done it with a few minutes to spare with the half-hour block you'd estimated earlier.
It helped that you two had learned to work so well together, having cooked many meals together.
Sure, the days where Jack joined were a bit more chaotic, but they were no less fun and soul healing. Jack, not so little anymore, still proved helpful and resourceful whenever a mishap threatened to topple whatever plans had been made. He'd even picked up quite a few skills from both you and Aaron, doing his part whenever it was called for.
You wouldn't trade any of the days you've shared with Aaron and Jack for anything, you realized, as he set up the few appliances you needed. Your love for them had been set deep within your heart, and you looked forward to having as many more as they'd allow you.
"What's that face?" Aaron asked, his hand coming up to trace over your cheek. "I don't know that I've seen that face before. You okay, honey?"
Shaking yourself, you smiled with all the love you had. "Yeah, I'm good. Really good."
He studied you another moment. Whatever he saw must've lent truth to your words because he leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek.
A squeal from the doorway had you both turning towards it. Wry grins stole over your features as only one could make that noise from the team, and that was Penelope.
"You two are just so cute," she gushed.
Her hands were clenched beneath her chin as she practically vibrated where she stood.
You could only shake your head as you asked, "Need something, Penny?"
"Oh, yeah, I need to borrow Hotch. I'll send him right back, sweet lady."
After assuring Aaron and Penelope you could manage on your own for a bit, you quickly set about to work. The first task you needed to complete was making enough pasta for everyone joining for this celebration of Dave's latest bestseller.
A quick glance at the clock promised you'd have just enough time to get everything finished on time as long as no other hiccups occurred.
Aaron returned a few minutes later, and Joy even managed to join you two. She quickly figured out what was left and set about doing that, her gratitude evident despite her exhausted state.
When you were certain you had everything under control, you quickly searched out the fully stocked fridge and cabinets of Dave's kitchen. After grabbing a few items, you set them down on the counter and quickly made up something soft but filling for Joy, Kai, and Shawn. It wouldn't do to make them wait another hour or so for Dave's surprise dinner to eat something.
"You really don't have to do that," Joy said when she realized what you were doing.
Shaking your head, you shushed her. "It's not a problem. I've learned how fussy a young boy can be when they're not feeling well. This was one of Jack's favorites whenever he caught something. Maybe it'll help Kai as well."
Joy didn't argue after that, simply sat and watched as you finished everything up yet again.
When you would've trayed it up, Aaron stopped you, nudging you aside and taking over. His hands took up the few plates and bowls you'd prepared and set them in a manner that only one trip would be needed.
"I'll bring the tray if you'd like to grab the drinks, Joy," he said and waited until she led the way from the kitchen. When he reached the doorway, he paused a moment to meet your gaze. The softest smile graced his features as he said, "Do you know how much I love you?"
A smile bloomed until your cheeks hurt.
You nodded. "I do, and I love you just as much, Aaron."
"That's impossible, honey."
He didn't give you the chance to argue, his feet quickly taking him out of the doorway and catching up to Joy.
With the kitchen to yourself once more, you turned back to what was left to do.
Well, you thought you had it to yourself.
A noise near the back door had you turning to find Dave standing there. His suitcase sat at his feet and an amused but affectionate expression rested on his own obviously face.
"How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough, mia bella," he spun his keys in his hand before coming further into the kitchen and sitting at his large island, "to know how much you mean to this team and even to my family."
Being the premier profiler, he didn't give you a chance to flounder but rather continued by changing the subject. "So, how much damage have they done to my house?"
You huffed, shaking your head at him. Amusement filled you when you caught the twinkling humor lurking in his expressive eyes. He only allowed a few people to see his mischievous side, and you felt quite honored to be one of those people.
"I'm sure it's not too bad. I did try and tell them this was a bad idea, but they were quite insistent as I'm sure you're aware."
"You're a good kid. If Aaron doesn't put a ring on your finger soon, let me know. We'll find you a good Italian boy, someone who'll appreciate all you have to offer."
To emphasize his words, he reached into the pan closest to him and snatched some of the pasta you'd just finished preparing. A soft moan of appreciation left his throat almost involuntarily, chewing slowly to enjoy each of the flavors you added.
"If I were twenty years younger…"
"You would make me wife number five?"
"You wound me, mia bella."
"My apologies, Dave," you said sincerely.
"Hotch is gone five minutes, Rossi, and you're over here trying to propose to his girl," Derek said from the doorway, his brows raised even as a wide grin spread over his face. "You're either a brave man or a stupid one. Ring or no ring, we all know Hotch is all in with Pretty Mama."
"That I am," Aaron agreed, stepping back into the room.
He didn't stop until he returned to your side where he belonged and had belonged for some time. His arm came up to wrap around your waist even as he dropped a kiss into your hair.
In a voice low enough only you'd hear, he said, "I have the ring at home. I'm taking you to dinner this weekend. Your favorite place. Our favorite table there. Have them slip it into your favorite dessert. Hope with everything in me that you'll say yes."
"You got Jack's blessing?"
He nodded. "He helped me pick out the ring. Even told me it took me long enough."
Laughter spilled out of you at that. Leave it to Jack Hotchner to know what he wanted before his father did. It heartened you to know that Jack cared about you that much as you cared about him just the same. You'd do anything for Jack, including stepping aside if he didn't want you in his or his father's life anymore.
Meeting his gaze, you found yourself getting lost in the love he so freely expressed in his gaze. It was enough to have your breath catching. His love for you hadn't been a secret for several months now, but every time he looked at you like that, you always lost your breath. How could you not when you had a man like Aaron Hotchner?
"What do you think?" he asked after a moment too long in silence. "Bad idea?"
You shook your head. It took several rapid blinks to get your emotions back under control. One of your dreams was coming true even if it was going to be another couple of days. You could wait. You would wait forever if it mean a lifetime with Aaron and with Jack.
"No, no," you said, swallowing down the lump that had risen, "it's a very good idea. The best idea you've ever had."
"So, you'll say yes?"
Happiness swelled within you, but you tempered it. No reason to not tease him for a moment after the incredibly sweet bombshell he'd dropped on you. Your eyes were surely twinkling as you said, "Guess you'll have to wait until this weekend to find out. Though, I'm certain the odds will be in your favor."
"You're going to keep me on my toes, aren't you, honey?"
"Always."
He pressed a kiss to your hair again as he whispered, "Good."
Summary: Everyone is wanting to celebrate Dave's newest bestseller, but things go a bit awry. Thankfully, you and Aaron know how to work together to make everything better.
A/N: This was a Fluff Bingo prompt from their spring event last year. I remember the prompt being just perfect for Aaron, hence this was born.
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"I don't know, Aaron. This feels like a really bad idea," you couldn't saying as you both juggled the multiple objects in your hands. "Dave doesn't strike me as someone who appreciates others invading his space."
Aaron Hotchner had the audacity to chuckle at your misgivings.
When you would've liked to nudge him or playfully shove him for laughing, all the stuff in your arms prevented you. The only thing left in your arsenal was snark, and you'd always had plenty of it.
Before you could unleash any though, Dave's front door opened.
Penelope squealed upon seeing the many items you two carried, motioning you both inside. "Oh, my gosh. Oh, my gosh, I'm so glad you're here. We could really use your help, my sweet lady."
You didn't get to ask why because Penelope had grabbed the only free space she could find and dragged you from Aaron's side. A glance behind you to see Aaron shaking his head, his smile visible and growing, before you were pulled deeper into Dave's home.
Penelope didn't let go until she'd gotten you into the massive and beautifully kept kitchen.
Well, used to be beautifully kept, you realized. It honestly took you a few moments to find the kitchen you considered your dream kitchen under all the mess.
"What happened in here?"
That was all it took for Penelope to dive into the juicy info she'd gathered since she arrived that morning.
From your understanding, Joy had been in the process of starting some food prep with her hubby when Kai woke up sick. Of course, they'd dropped everything and took Kai to the ER. His temp was way too high, and he complained of tummy ache. The ER took them forever. Kai was diagnosed with a stomach bug that should resolve itself in a few days. By the time they returned to Dave's place, they'd been too exhausted to even recall the mess they'd left behind.
Kai, understandably, has been their priority over any cleaning they might've done this morning before Penelope and Derek arrived.
"Penny," you surveyed the damage, not comprehending how a little prep has led to this much mess, "this can't be all Joy."
"Oh, it's not," she assured you before she recounted more of this kitchen's odyssey.
When she and Derek arrived, they did set out to clean up and start over, but neither of them had ever really been so great at making pasta, let alone Dave's favorite dishes. They'd gathered every cookbook they could find around the house before Penelope got out her laptop.
Every appliance Dave owned had been pulled from their respective spaces and used in some capacity. Not one of them had been saved from a dusting of flour or whatever paste the two had seemed to create instead of pasta dough. Some of it even appeared to have started crusting over, hardening where it'd been left.
"Take these," you said in a nonsense but gentle tone, "and get Aaron. I'm going to need his help in here. Oh, and Penny, please pray I can get through this mess and still have time to make everything we agreed to make."
"On it, sweet lady," she said, her heeled steps clicking her departure. She paused in the doorway and met your gaze over her shoulder, her smile sweet and infectious. "I'm really glad you're here, and I have complete faith in you."
You surveyed the mess once more, developing a working game plan. The mess would take at least a half-hour to clean. Another hour or so to make enough food for the surprise party. Time would be cutting it close, but you felt confident this could work.
"What do you need, honey?" Aaron asked, his arms coming around your middle.
Your confidence increased at his arrival and sweet words of assistance.
Turning in his arms, you rose as high as your toes allowed to place a sweet kiss on his lips. A smile crept over your features as you met his warm brown eyes. "Your attention to detail and some elbow grease."
"You've always got those," he said with such promise. His lips curved into a grin that had your insides melting a little, but you reluctantly pushed those feelings aside. Oh, this man could do things to you that you never thought anyone would be able to do.
It took a moment before you regained your professionalism and set him to work.
Between you two, Dave's disaster of a kitchen returned to his level of pristine cleanliness. You'd even done it with a few minutes to spare with the half-hour block you'd estimated earlier.
It helped that you two had learned to work so well together, having cooked many meals together.
Sure, the days where Jack joined were a bit more chaotic, but they were no less fun and soul healing. Jack, not so little anymore, still proved helpful and resourceful whenever a mishap threatened to topple whatever plans had been made. He'd even picked up quite a few skills from both you and Aaron, doing his part whenever it was called for.
You wouldn't trade any of the days you've shared with Aaron and Jack for anything, you realized, as he set up the few appliances you needed. Your love for them had been set deep within your heart, and you looked forward to having as many more as they'd allow you.
"What's that face?" Aaron asked, his hand coming up to trace over your cheek. "I don't know that I've seen that face before. You okay, honey?"
Shaking yourself, you smiled with all the love you had. "Yeah, I'm good. Really good."
He studied you another moment. Whatever he saw must've lent truth to your words because he leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek.
A squeal from the doorway had you both turning towards it. Wry grins stole over your features as only one could make that noise from the team, and that was Penelope.
"You two are just so cute," she gushed.
Her hands were clenched beneath her chin as she practically vibrated where she stood.
You could only shake your head as you asked, "Need something, Penny?"
"Oh, yeah, I need to borrow Hotch. I'll send him right back, sweet lady."
After assuring Aaron and Penelope you could manage on your own for a bit, you quickly set about to work. The first task you needed to complete was making enough pasta for everyone joining for this celebration of Dave's latest bestseller.
A quick glance at the clock promised you'd have just enough time to get everything finished on time as long as no other hiccups occurred.
Aaron returned a few minutes later, and Joy even managed to join you two. She quickly figured out what was left and set about doing that, her gratitude evident despite her exhausted state.
When you were certain you had everything under control, you quickly searched out the fully stocked fridge and cabinets of Dave's kitchen. After grabbing a few items, you set them down on the counter and quickly made up something soft but filling for Joy, Kai, and Shawn. It wouldn't do to make them wait another hour or so for Dave's surprise dinner to eat something.
"You really don't have to do that," Joy said when she realized what you were doing.
Shaking your head, you shushed her. "It's not a problem. I've learned how fussy a young boy can be when they're not feeling well. This was one of Jack's favorites whenever he caught something. Maybe it'll help Kai as well."
Joy didn't argue after that, simply sat and watched as you finished everything up yet again.
When you would've trayed it up, Aaron stopped you, nudging you aside and taking over. His hands took up the few plates and bowls you'd prepared and set them in a manner that only one trip would be needed.
"I'll bring the tray if you'd like to grab the drinks, Joy," he said and waited until she led the way from the kitchen. When he reached the doorway, he paused a moment to meet your gaze. The softest smile graced his features as he said, "Do you know how much I love you?"
A smile bloomed until your cheeks hurt.
You nodded. "I do, and I love you just as much, Aaron."
"That's impossible, honey."
He didn't give you the chance to argue, his feet quickly taking him out of the doorway and catching up to Joy.
With the kitchen to yourself once more, you turned back to what was left to do.
Well, you thought you had it to yourself.
A noise near the back door had you turning to find Dave standing there. His suitcase sat at his feet and an amused but affectionate expression rested on his own obviously face.
"How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough, mia bella," he spun his keys in his hand before coming further into the kitchen and sitting at his large island, "to know how much you mean to this team and even to my family."
Being the premier profiler, he didn't give you a chance to flounder but rather continued by changing the subject. "So, how much damage have they done to my house?"
You huffed, shaking your head at him. Amusement filled you when you caught the twinkling humor lurking in his expressive eyes. He only allowed a few people to see his mischievous side, and you felt quite honored to be one of those people.
"I'm sure it's not too bad. I did try and tell them this was a bad idea, but they were quite insistent as I'm sure you're aware."
"You're a good kid. If Aaron doesn't put a ring on your finger soon, let me know. We'll find you a good Italian boy, someone who'll appreciate all you have to offer."
To emphasize his words, he reached into the pan closest to him and snatched some of the pasta you'd just finished preparing. A soft moan of appreciation left his throat almost involuntarily, chewing slowly to enjoy each of the flavors you added.
"If I were twenty years younger…"
"You would make me wife number five?"
"You wound me, mia bella."
"My apologies, Dave," you said sincerely.
"Hotch is gone five minutes, Rossi, and you're over here trying to propose to his girl," Derek said from the doorway, his brows raised even as a wide grin spread over his face. "You're either a brave man or a stupid one. Ring or no ring, we all know Hotch is all in with Pretty Mama."
"That I am," Aaron agreed, stepping back into the room.
He didn't stop until he returned to your side where he belonged and had belonged for some time. His arm came up to wrap around your waist even as he dropped a kiss into your hair.
In a voice low enough only you'd hear, he said, "I have the ring at home. I'm taking you to dinner this weekend. Your favorite place. Our favorite table there. Have them slip it into your favorite dessert. Hope with everything in me that you'll say yes."
"You got Jack's blessing?"
He nodded. "He helped me pick out the ring. Even told me it took me long enough."
Laughter spilled out of you at that. Leave it to Jack Hotchner to know what he wanted before his father did. It heartened you to know that Jack cared about you that much as you cared about him just the same. You'd do anything for Jack, including stepping aside if he didn't want you in his or his father's life anymore.
Meeting his gaze, you found yourself getting lost in the love he so freely expressed in his gaze. It was enough to have your breath catching. His love for you hadn't been a secret for several months now, but every time he looked at you like that, you always lost your breath. How could you not when you had a man like Aaron Hotchner?
"What do you think?" he asked after a moment too long in silence. "Bad idea?"
You shook your head. It took several rapid blinks to get your emotions back under control. One of your dreams was coming true even if it was going to be another couple of days. You could wait. You would wait forever if it mean a lifetime with Aaron and with Jack.
"No, no," you said, swallowing down the lump that had risen, "it's a very good idea. The best idea you've ever had."
"So, you'll say yes?"
Happiness swelled within you, but you tempered it. No reason to not tease him for a moment after the incredibly sweet bombshell he'd dropped on you. Your eyes were surely twinkling as you said, "Guess you'll have to wait until this weekend to find out. Though, I'm certain the odds will be in your favor."
"You're going to keep me on my toes, aren't you, honey?"
"Always."
He pressed a kiss to your hair again as he whispered, "Good."
Summary: The three of you are celebrating your seventh anniversary together. With it, you three get the chance to share in some fun traditions with your Avenger friends.
Warnings: polyamory
A/N: This was written for last year's Stucky Bingo, and I remember just having such a fun time writing for idiots in love. What's better than these two super soldiers and their lovely reader?
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"Oh, come on, we weren't that bad," you said over the loud jeers and teasing remarks others made around the long table. You shared an amused glance with your two loves even as they both shook their heads, full smiles on their faces.
Sam guffawed the loudest.
"Now, that's funny. Maybe you weren't so bad, but those two?" Sam pointed at Steve, then Bucky. His own grin grew as mischief lit up his features even more. "Those two were the worst. I swear they spent forever pining over each other, then pining over you once you joined the team. If it wasn't one, it was the other. They were downright insufferable. No end with those two. Day and night."
Several chorused their agreement.
Leave it to Nat to chime in next with Wanda's head nodding along.
"Oh, I wouldn't think for a moment that she was any better. Our little teammate here never stopped talking about how sweet these two were, how hot they looked, and a whole slew of other adjectives I'm sure she wouldn't want me repeating."
"Sixteen punching bags, all because she went on one date," Tony added, his voice raising above the others. "FRIDAY, pull up the running tally, would you?"
"No, FRIDAY, ignore that order," you shouted, your gaze meeting the gleeful one Tony wore, "and you are going to behave. It's our night after all."
Tony nodded, pushing to his feet. He raised his glass, barely waiting for the others to do the same before saying, "Yes, here's to our favorite trio of idiots. Took them five years to figure it out, and they bungled all over the place along the way. Now, we're here, right, to celebrate their, what, seventh year together? Here's to another year of their combined brain cells, few though they are."
"Hear, hear," rang out between the clinking of glasses.
You took a sip, enjoying the way the discussion devolved yet again. Several past incidents of your combined idiocy where each other were concerned took over once more. All your friends quickly forgot you, Steve, and Bucky were even there as they tried to successfully one up each other for the best story they had about you three.
"Darling, you're evil for doing this to them yet again," Bucky murmured in your ear.
His warmth breath sent a delightful shiver down your spine, even as you hid your smile behind your glass.
"But we love that you're this devious. Gives us the perfect opportunity to slip away," Steve added, not wanting to be left out. His hand slid down your back until your chair stopped his progress. Leaning into your space, his voice remained soft as he asked, "Why don't we get out of here? Our room is waiting, and I'm quite eager to see what gift you've gotten us this year, sweet angel."
"I'd much rather unwrap our sweet girl here."
Bucky shot you a salacious wink that had heat rushing to your cheeks even after all these years.
"You would, jerk."
Sensing they wouldn't stop if you didn't step in, you slid out of your chair. Your hands slid into each of theirs and tugged them out of their seats.
They didn't need to be told twice.
As the others at the table continued their lively discussion, you three snuck off to the elevator and hopped inside the moment its doors opened.
While you should've probably felt guilty for bailing on your anniversary dinner with the others, you couldn't help the thrill of spending the evening with your two men alone more. It certainly helped that the others had kinda come to expect this from you three after you managed to derail and distract them over the years. With how easy it'd been after that first year, you'd made it easily a game to continue with each new year you celebrated.
"You know we may have been idiots back then," Bucky started as the doors shut, "but I wouldn't trade any of it."
"Not even all the pining that we suffered?" you asked, recognizing this part of the ritual of your ritual all too well.
Bucky shook his head. "Nah, it got us here."
"He's not wrong, sweet angel."
You glanced between them, finding nothing but sincerity and love reflected back.
"You're both right. It did, and I'm looking forward to having many more years like we've had so far."
The elevator opened on your room's floor.
As you three spilled out, your grip on them tightened even as your grin transformed into a smirk, leaning into their shared space to whisper, "Now, what would you like to unwrap first: the gifts I got you or me?"
Your two soldiers' eyes darkened with promise of a night that you wouldn't soon forget.
Bucky had been right, you thought as you prepared to race them to your shared room. Sure, you wouldn't make it but a couple steps, but those few steps were all you needed to have their arms around you again.
That's all you'd wanted for so long, and now you had it.
All of your doubts and pining seemed mere stepping stones to get you to this moment, and it finally came. You had them, and they had you. Nothing would make you give them up after learning what love truly was for the first time with them, and they you.
Idiots in love, for sure, but now wiser and so much more in love than ever.
Summary: Everyone is wanting to celebrate Dave's newest bestseller, but things go a bit awry. Thankfully, you and Aaron know how to work together to make everything better.
A/N: This was a Fluff Bingo prompt from their spring event last year. I remember the prompt being just perfect for Aaron, hence this was born.
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"I don't know, Aaron. This feels like a really bad idea," you couldn't saying as you both juggled the multiple objects in your hands. "Dave doesn't strike me as someone who appreciates others invading his space."
Aaron Hotchner had the audacity to chuckle at your misgivings.
When you would've liked to nudge him or playfully shove him for laughing, all the stuff in your arms prevented you. The only thing left in your arsenal was snark, and you'd always had plenty of it.
Before you could unleash any though, Dave's front door opened.
Penelope squealed upon seeing the many items you two carried, motioning you both inside. "Oh, my gosh. Oh, my gosh, I'm so glad you're here. We could really use your help, my sweet lady."
You didn't get to ask why because Penelope had grabbed the only free space she could find and dragged you from Aaron's side. A glance behind you to see Aaron shaking his head, his smile visible and growing, before you were pulled deeper into Dave's home.
Penelope didn't let go until she'd gotten you into the massive and beautifully kept kitchen.
Well, used to be beautifully kept, you realized. It honestly took you a few moments to find the kitchen you considered your dream kitchen under all the mess.
"What happened in here?"
That was all it took for Penelope to dive into the juicy info she'd gathered since she arrived that morning.
From your understanding, Joy had been in the process of starting some food prep with her hubby when Kai woke up sick. Of course, they'd dropped everything and took Kai to the ER. His temp was way too high, and he complained of tummy ache. The ER took them forever. Kai was diagnosed with a stomach bug that should resolve itself in a few days. By the time they returned to Dave's place, they'd been too exhausted to even recall the mess they'd left behind.
Kai, understandably, has been their priority over any cleaning they might've done this morning before Penelope and Derek arrived.
"Penny," you surveyed the damage, not comprehending how a little prep has led to this much mess, "this can't be all Joy."
"Oh, it's not," she assured you before she recounted more of this kitchen's odyssey.
When she and Derek arrived, they did set out to clean up and start over, but neither of them had ever really been so great at making pasta, let alone Dave's favorite dishes. They'd gathered every cookbook they could find around the house before Penelope got out her laptop.
Every appliance Dave owned had been pulled from their respective spaces and used in some capacity. Not one of them had been saved from a dusting of flour or whatever paste the two had seemed to create instead of pasta dough. Some of it even appeared to have started crusting over, hardening where it'd been left.
"Take these," you said in a nonsense but gentle tone, "and get Aaron. I'm going to need his help in here. Oh, and Penny, please pray I can get through this mess and still have time to make everything we agreed to make."
"On it, sweet lady," she said, her heeled steps clicking her departure. She paused in the doorway and met your gaze over her shoulder, her smile sweet and infectious. "I'm really glad you're here, and I have complete faith in you."
You surveyed the mess once more, developing a working game plan. The mess would take at least a half-hour to clean. Another hour or so to make enough food for the surprise party. Time would be cutting it close, but you felt confident this could work.
"What do you need, honey?" Aaron asked, his arms coming around your middle.
Your confidence increased at his arrival and sweet words of assistance.
Turning in his arms, you rose as high as your toes allowed to place a sweet kiss on his lips. A smile crept over your features as you met his warm brown eyes. "Your attention to detail and some elbow grease."
"You've always got those," he said with such promise. His lips curved into a grin that had your insides melting a little, but you reluctantly pushed those feelings aside. Oh, this man could do things to you that you never thought anyone would be able to do.
It took a moment before you regained your professionalism and set him to work.
Between you two, Dave's disaster of a kitchen returned to his level of pristine cleanliness. You'd even done it with a few minutes to spare with the half-hour block you'd estimated earlier.
It helped that you two had learned to work so well together, having cooked many meals together.
Sure, the days where Jack joined were a bit more chaotic, but they were no less fun and soul healing. Jack, not so little anymore, still proved helpful and resourceful whenever a mishap threatened to topple whatever plans had been made. He'd even picked up quite a few skills from both you and Aaron, doing his part whenever it was called for.
You wouldn't trade any of the days you've shared with Aaron and Jack for anything, you realized, as he set up the few appliances you needed. Your love for them had been set deep within your heart, and you looked forward to having as many more as they'd allow you.
"What's that face?" Aaron asked, his hand coming up to trace over your cheek. "I don't know that I've seen that face before. You okay, honey?"
Shaking yourself, you smiled with all the love you had. "Yeah, I'm good. Really good."
He studied you another moment. Whatever he saw must've lent truth to your words because he leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek.
A squeal from the doorway had you both turning towards it. Wry grins stole over your features as only one could make that noise from the team, and that was Penelope.
"You two are just so cute," she gushed.
Her hands were clenched beneath her chin as she practically vibrated where she stood.
You could only shake your head as you asked, "Need something, Penny?"
"Oh, yeah, I need to borrow Hotch. I'll send him right back, sweet lady."
After assuring Aaron and Penelope you could manage on your own for a bit, you quickly set about to work. The first task you needed to complete was making enough pasta for everyone joining for this celebration of Dave's latest bestseller.
A quick glance at the clock promised you'd have just enough time to get everything finished on time as long as no other hiccups occurred.
Aaron returned a few minutes later, and Joy even managed to join you two. She quickly figured out what was left and set about doing that, her gratitude evident despite her exhausted state.
When you were certain you had everything under control, you quickly searched out the fully stocked fridge and cabinets of Dave's kitchen. After grabbing a few items, you set them down on the counter and quickly made up something soft but filling for Joy, Kai, and Shawn. It wouldn't do to make them wait another hour or so for Dave's surprise dinner to eat something.
"You really don't have to do that," Joy said when she realized what you were doing.
Shaking your head, you shushed her. "It's not a problem. I've learned how fussy a young boy can be when they're not feeling well. This was one of Jack's favorites whenever he caught something. Maybe it'll help Kai as well."
Joy didn't argue after that, simply sat and watched as you finished everything up yet again.
When you would've trayed it up, Aaron stopped you, nudging you aside and taking over. His hands took up the few plates and bowls you'd prepared and set them in a manner that only one trip would be needed.
"I'll bring the tray if you'd like to grab the drinks, Joy," he said and waited until she led the way from the kitchen. When he reached the doorway, he paused a moment to meet your gaze. The softest smile graced his features as he said, "Do you know how much I love you?"
A smile bloomed until your cheeks hurt.
You nodded. "I do, and I love you just as much, Aaron."
"That's impossible, honey."
He didn't give you the chance to argue, his feet quickly taking him out of the doorway and catching up to Joy.
With the kitchen to yourself once more, you turned back to what was left to do.
Well, you thought you had it to yourself.
A noise near the back door had you turning to find Dave standing there. His suitcase sat at his feet and an amused but affectionate expression rested on his own obviously face.
"How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough, mia bella," he spun his keys in his hand before coming further into the kitchen and sitting at his large island, "to know how much you mean to this team and even to my family."
Being the premier profiler, he didn't give you a chance to flounder but rather continued by changing the subject. "So, how much damage have they done to my house?"
You huffed, shaking your head at him. Amusement filled you when you caught the twinkling humor lurking in his expressive eyes. He only allowed a few people to see his mischievous side, and you felt quite honored to be one of those people.
"I'm sure it's not too bad. I did try and tell them this was a bad idea, but they were quite insistent as I'm sure you're aware."
"You're a good kid. If Aaron doesn't put a ring on your finger soon, let me know. We'll find you a good Italian boy, someone who'll appreciate all you have to offer."
To emphasize his words, he reached into the pan closest to him and snatched some of the pasta you'd just finished preparing. A soft moan of appreciation left his throat almost involuntarily, chewing slowly to enjoy each of the flavors you added.
"If I were twenty years younger…"
"You would make me wife number five?"
"You wound me, mia bella."
"My apologies, Dave," you said sincerely.
"Hotch is gone five minutes, Rossi, and you're over here trying to propose to his girl," Derek said from the doorway, his brows raised even as a wide grin spread over his face. "You're either a brave man or a stupid one. Ring or no ring, we all know Hotch is all in with Pretty Mama."
"That I am," Aaron agreed, stepping back into the room.
He didn't stop until he returned to your side where he belonged and had belonged for some time. His arm came up to wrap around your waist even as he dropped a kiss into your hair.
In a voice low enough only you'd hear, he said, "I have the ring at home. I'm taking you to dinner this weekend. Your favorite place. Our favorite table there. Have them slip it into your favorite dessert. Hope with everything in me that you'll say yes."
"You got Jack's blessing?"
He nodded. "He helped me pick out the ring. Even told me it took me long enough."
Laughter spilled out of you at that. Leave it to Jack Hotchner to know what he wanted before his father did. It heartened you to know that Jack cared about you that much as you cared about him just the same. You'd do anything for Jack, including stepping aside if he didn't want you in his or his father's life anymore.
Meeting his gaze, you found yourself getting lost in the love he so freely expressed in his gaze. It was enough to have your breath catching. His love for you hadn't been a secret for several months now, but every time he looked at you like that, you always lost your breath. How could you not when you had a man like Aaron Hotchner?
"What do you think?" he asked after a moment too long in silence. "Bad idea?"
You shook your head. It took several rapid blinks to get your emotions back under control. One of your dreams was coming true even if it was going to be another couple of days. You could wait. You would wait forever if it mean a lifetime with Aaron and with Jack.
"No, no," you said, swallowing down the lump that had risen, "it's a very good idea. The best idea you've ever had."
"So, you'll say yes?"
Happiness swelled within you, but you tempered it. No reason to not tease him for a moment after the incredibly sweet bombshell he'd dropped on you. Your eyes were surely twinkling as you said, "Guess you'll have to wait until this weekend to find out. Though, I'm certain the odds will be in your favor."
"You're going to keep me on my toes, aren't you, honey?"
"Always."
He pressed a kiss to your hair again as he whispered, "Good."
Random question: What's your favourite headcanon for:
Steve Rogers
Sam Wilson
Natasha Romanoff
Oh, this is a fun (and kinda hard) question. I actually had to think about it for Steve and Natasha, but Sam's instantly came to me. So, we're going to start with him first. 😊
Sam Wilson
This is a man who loves to cook, and I mean, more than the 'typical' backyard barbecuing though he's good at that as well. Growing up in Louisiana, he also knows how to cook/prep so, so many seafood dishes and other dishes from his years in the military. Whenever he had downtime, he was seeking out different dishes to try and perfect because he wasn't going to eat MREs when he had the chance and choice.
But, Sam's also a humble man who will love any food that is cooked for him, too, even if it means it's not as good as his or even edible by most people's standards. If it comes from a place of love and care, he's going to eat and pretend it's the best meal he's ever had. Sure, he might be seeking some of his own leftovers or even some good takeout later, but he's going to be happy with the fact someone made him something. After all, one of his favorite ways to care for people in his life is to cook for him. Just expect some light teasing from him even as he offers to help boost that person's skills up a bit more.
Natasha Romanoff
I really do believe that if she hadn't been raised for the assassin game, she would've probably found herself in some of hospitality/high-end concierge-type of job. She's a woman that always has what others need either on her or a way to get it for them. Whether you need a stick of gum to an ass-kicking to finding your future great love, she's the one that's going to make sure you get it. With this innate ability to get everyone what they need, she's also able to blend into the background whenever she needs to, playing the support to others and keeping track of all the finer details, especially for the people in her care.
But, this can also be a lonely existence as she's always doing what she can for others' needs. A lot of the time, hers are ignored, even by Natasha herself. Usually it's not that big of a deal for her, but there are quieter moments where her thoughts tend to get loud and yeah, she's realizing she could use someone (and not necessarily romantic but platonic) who truly sees her and wants to be the shoulder she can lean on. Be the one who has it all handled so she doesn't have to be the strong one for once.
Steve Rogers
We all know that he's always down for the big fights against the greatest threats to people's freedom. Those are absolutely necessary fights for him, too, but the reward of a job well done never lasts that long. Not because it's not important but because there's always going to be another threat to come along soon enough.
No, the highest reward he's gotten didn't come from these big fights with his fellow Avengers. It's the little ones where he's helping the neighborhood kids who're on the smaller side learning to defend themselves. He sees them and is reminded of his once-smaller and sickly state. He's reminded of Bucky's protective streak and even his mother's wise words about always standing back up.
He actually fell upon this new vocation after meeting Sam in DC and realizing he does need to figure out who he is again. So, he starts small, but it soon becomes widely known in the neighborhood where he lives that he's teaching self-defense and other fighting techniques meant to defend yourself and others, not to be used against others unprovoked. He's quick to put down that second one when he learns about it, and it's his way of honoring those who've helped him in the past and even get back to his roots in that smaller, sickly state he once lived in.
All he's missing is someone who sees these efforts and appreciates him for them (even more so than the bigger fights he's been in).
Oh, I 100% agree with Sam - his love language is food. I have a fic of Katie making him something from Louisiana and him getting melty over it. He'd be the type to insist on homemade chicken soup with his special recipe and all the best ingredients when his SO is sick.
That's super interesting for Natasha! I really like that idea, that's begging for a fic, hahah. Matchmaker gets matched. That'd be an amazing setup for a Soulmates AU.
I love that for Steve, I can see that - him just loving those small "battles", the things that help one person or a dozen.
You just know Sam's got the best chicken noodle recipe. Canned soup will never be good enough after eating his that first time.
Nat deserves someone who can take care of her as she takes care of others. We see her doing it, too, all throughout the Infinity Saga, but you don't see but a couple instances where it's reciprocated at the same level.
I like to think it takes him a bit to get why those are more satisfying to him, too, especially after facing literal Nazis and aliens. But when it does, he's just like 'oh. oh' about it. That's when he really comes into his own, too.
I can't decide if Sam would love a spicy hot chicken noodle soup or if he'd go for more flavourful spice over heat. I feel like saying he'd go for spicy hot is just so expected with Louisiana, and part of me likes the idea he'd not be a fan of spicy hot, lol.
Natasha deserved a better fate. Gamora too, tbh.
I have so many issues with the Infinity Saga and the Russos.
I think it would depend on how he's feeling more often than not. Sometimes spicy hot is great when you're trying to clear your sinuses or just wanting that nice kick. Then again a flavorful spice is great when you're just wanting comfort or maybe feeling a bit under the weather. Also would depend on the time of year, I think, too, and where he's located at the time.
Yeah, Nat and Gamora really did.
I will forever stand on the hill that Thanos didn't 'earn his win' in Infinity War. He got everything way too easy when we'd spent movies of others trying and failing for him to come in and win like he did. Total and utter bull. I could write a book on all the problems I have with that movie alone, but I won't.
It started with so much promise, and then, it just kinda... meh by the end. Probably why I haven't gone beyond Endgame with the exception of TFATWS.
Random question: What's your favourite headcanon for:
Steve Rogers
Sam Wilson
Natasha Romanoff
Oh, this is a fun (and kinda hard) question. I actually had to think about it for Steve and Natasha, but Sam's instantly came to me. So, we're going to start with him first. 😊
Sam Wilson
This is a man who loves to cook, and I mean, more than the 'typical' backyard barbecuing though he's good at that as well. Growing up in Louisiana, he also knows how to cook/prep so, so many seafood dishes and other dishes from his years in the military. Whenever he had downtime, he was seeking out different dishes to try and perfect because he wasn't going to eat MREs when he had the chance and choice.
But, Sam's also a humble man who will love any food that is cooked for him, too, even if it means it's not as good as his or even edible by most people's standards. If it comes from a place of love and care, he's going to eat and pretend it's the best meal he's ever had. Sure, he might be seeking some of his own leftovers or even some good takeout later, but he's going to be happy with the fact someone made him something. After all, one of his favorite ways to care for people in his life is to cook for him. Just expect some light teasing from him even as he offers to help boost that person's skills up a bit more.
Natasha Romanoff
I really do believe that if she hadn't been raised for the assassin game, she would've probably found herself in some of hospitality/high-end concierge-type of job. She's a woman that always has what others need either on her or a way to get it for them. Whether you need a stick of gum to an ass-kicking to finding your future great love, she's the one that's going to make sure you get it. With this innate ability to get everyone what they need, she's also able to blend into the background whenever she needs to, playing the support to others and keeping track of all the finer details, especially for the people in her care.
But, this can also be a lonely existence as she's always doing what she can for others' needs. A lot of the time, hers are ignored, even by Natasha herself. Usually it's not that big of a deal for her, but there are quieter moments where her thoughts tend to get loud and yeah, she's realizing she could use someone (and not necessarily romantic but platonic) who truly sees her and wants to be the shoulder she can lean on. Be the one who has it all handled so she doesn't have to be the strong one for once.
Steve Rogers
We all know that he's always down for the big fights against the greatest threats to people's freedom. Those are absolutely necessary fights for him, too, but the reward of a job well done never lasts that long. Not because it's not important but because there's always going to be another threat to come along soon enough.
No, the highest reward he's gotten didn't come from these big fights with his fellow Avengers. It's the little ones where he's helping the neighborhood kids who're on the smaller side learning to defend themselves. He sees them and is reminded of his once-smaller and sickly state. He's reminded of Bucky's protective streak and even his mother's wise words about always standing back up.
He actually fell upon this new vocation after meeting Sam in DC and realizing he does need to figure out who he is again. So, he starts small, but it soon becomes widely known in the neighborhood where he lives that he's teaching self-defense and other fighting techniques meant to defend yourself and others, not to be used against others unprovoked. He's quick to put down that second one when he learns about it, and it's his way of honoring those who've helped him in the past and even get back to his roots in that smaller, sickly state he once lived in.
All he's missing is someone who sees these efforts and appreciates him for them (even more so than the bigger fights he's been in).
Oh, I 100% agree with Sam - his love language is food. I have a fic of Katie making him something from Louisiana and him getting melty over it. He'd be the type to insist on homemade chicken soup with his special recipe and all the best ingredients when his SO is sick.
That's super interesting for Natasha! I really like that idea, that's begging for a fic, hahah. Matchmaker gets matched. That'd be an amazing setup for a Soulmates AU.
I love that for Steve, I can see that - him just loving those small "battles", the things that help one person or a dozen.
You just know Sam's got the best chicken noodle recipe. Canned soup will never be good enough after eating his that first time.
Nat deserves someone who can take care of her as she takes care of others. We see her doing it, too, all throughout the Infinity Saga, but you don't see but a couple instances where it's reciprocated at the same level.
I like to think it takes him a bit to get why those are more satisfying to him, too, especially after facing literal Nazis and aliens. But when it does, he's just like 'oh. oh' about it. That's when he really comes into his own, too.
Summary: You've been scheduled to cook dinner for everyone in the Tower despite still recovering from injuries. Thankfully, you have two super soldiers willing to help you prepare whatever meal you want.
Warnings: polyamory; past abuse (reader's ex); broken bones
A/N: This was a fill for last year's Stucky Bingo, and I just knew the story I wanted to tell with this one. Love a pair of soldiers who want to shower a reader with as much love and adoration as they can, but also being cautious since reader isn't in a good place. Good thing they're patient, too.
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"You two don't have to do this. I'm sure I can figure it out," you said even as Steve and Bucky followed you into the communal kitchen within the Tower.
"We want to help," Bucky assured you even as Steve added, "You shouldn't have been put on the chore rotation at all."
"I wanted them to. Everyone's being so nice to let me stay here. I can't not help where I can."
"You're still recovering, sweetheart," Bucky reminded you, nodding towards the cast and sling covering the majority of your dominant arm. "Gonna be hard to prepare a meal for one, let alone so many of us with just one working arm."
You opened your mouth to argue, but Steve beat you to it.
"We're not saying you can't help out, but cooking for all of us is a lot to ask of anyone. Especially Buck and me. We eat a lot because of our serums, and we don't want you to overtire yourself when you don't have to."
As much as you wanted to argue, you knew Steve had a point. At least where he and Bucky were concerned. You've seen firsthand how much the two of them could eat in a single sitting. It was never more true than after they'd finished their long workouts on days off. Those had been some eyeopening times for yourself and the diner staff in those early days of your friendship with them.
"Okay, but you two have to listen to everything I say." You pointed at each of them with your good pointer finger while giving them your sternest expression.
The happy relief on their faces as well as the tension leaving their shoulders told you they would behave. Sure, they both had their bull-headed moments, but the two had never intentionally bulldozed over your thoughts and ideas when you worked with them in the past.
In fact, they'd been the first guys you'd ever really met that had actually listened to you from the start. None of the men in your family nor the guys you typically dated would did that. Instead, they'd pretend to listen before barreling through with whatever they thought best. It hadn't mattered who they might hurt as long as they got what they want. If they didn't, well, then you made a good scapegoat.
Any lip from you would only earn you a hard smack or fist to wherever they could reach first on you.
Your ex had been the worst offended of them all, and he'd been the reason you found yourself here in the Tower. He'd also been the reason for your broken arm and the other bruises that had started healing in the past week or so. His anger had never been so high before, and you'd known he meant to kill you. He would have, too, if you hadn't made your escape when you did.
There had been no question where you would go, either.
Steve and Bucky, since the beginning of your friendship, had been your one safety net. They'd never made demands of you like the others had nor had they ever dismissed you as a simpleton just because you happened to be born female. No, they valued your opinions and even encouraged them, especially during their livelier debates. They invited you places they knew you'd enjoy, too.
It'd been so easy to seek them out when you had to get away.
Broken and bleeding, you'd made your way to the Tower and nearly collapsed right in the lobby as the new receptionist first denied you access to the upper floors. It'd only been when Lucy, the regular receptionist, returned from her break that you were quickly whisked up to the medical ward.
Steve and Bucky had been informed as had the other Avengers about your state. It'd been one of the first times you'd ever seen Bucky and Steve truly and terrifyingly angry. Yet, you'd known it wasn't aimed at you but the scum you'd called a boyfriend for far longer than you should've. When they would've done something about it, you'd begged them not to. Kept repeating your ex wasn't worth them getting into trouble for messing with a civilian.
While they finally promised not to do anything, you didn't know that one Natasha Romanoff had paid her own visit to your ex. She never made you any such promise, and she refused to let any man put his hands on a woman as sweet as you if she could help it. Plus, her loyalty to Steve and Bucky dictated some justice be meted out for this piece of absolute trash. With the record your ex had and some serious outstanding warrants, she moved quickly. This included having a little fun with him before dressing him up and presenting him to the local precinct for further justice.
The last you ever heard or saw of your ex was the news one evening. They detailed briefly how he'd been wanted in a few different states, but they'd only have their shot after New York was through with him. Your name was never mentioned, but your ex was looking at spending the rest of his life in prison.
Free of him at last, you shook the painful memories from your mind and focused on healing every scar he created.
Steve and Bucky had bent over themselves to do whatever they could for you over the past couple of weeks. They had truly been the sweetest, most attentive guys you could've ever dreamed of. If anyone could be real knights in shining armor, it was them. You didn't know what you did to deserve them, but you knew you wouldn't ever trade them for anything.
That included moments like the one you currently found yourself in.
They walked beside you into the kitchen.
Well, they did until Bucky carefully scooped you up, earning a squeak of surprise from you, and deposited you on the island.
Not one to be left out, Steve nudged Bucky aside, so he could adjust your position into as comfortable one as possible. He offered you a small grin before asking, "What are we making for dinner, sweetheart?"
You named your favorite dish.
They shared a look, almost as if they should've known it'd be the one you wanted, then set about getting all the pots and pans they'd need. Cabinets opened and closed with an efficiency that would've stunned you if you hadn't seen them in action before. The two were so coordinated in their movements that it was almost like you were watching an intricate dance. Neither ever got in the way of the other, even as multiple moving parts became involved.
Truly a beautiful sight to experience, you couldn't help thinking.
Within minutes, they had everything they needed spread out across the island. It truly amazed you to see every ingredient needed, in plentiful supply, sitting next to all their supplies. No one in your family had ever bothered to learn what you liked, let alone kept it in such abundance in their kitchen. To see it laid out so easily and readily in the Avengers' kitchen, you had to bite back unbidden tears.
You even raised your head to the overhead lights in the hopes of stemming them, silently begging them not to fall. As much as you knew they wouldn't care if you showed signs of weakness, old habits died hard. You knew from experience. Plus, you really didn't want to ruin what was a wonderful thought on their part.
Two gentle squeezes, one on each knee, brought your gaze back down to meet theirs.
"We're ready when you are, sweetheart," Bucky said softly. Leave it to him not to call attention to your current wobbly state. You honestly couldn't be more grateful for him in that moment.
Steve nodded. "Tell us what to do. We're your hands tonight."
When Steve's gaze met yours full-on, you could almost imagine he wanted to add, and every night if you'll let us.
But, that was wishful thinking on your part. Selfish, too, to want their undivided attention. You weren't in any shape to dive into another relationship so soon after your ex. Even if you were ready, how could you ever choose between them? Or more selfishly, ask them to not make you choose between them.
Such hopes and dreams weren't meant for you though.
So, you pushed them aside and focused on the task at hand.
Clearing your throat, you put both men to work.
Like before, they fell into a natural rhythm that worked to almost hypnotize and lull you into a peace you'd never truly experienced in your lifetime.
"Bucky, watch that pot," you called out when he got too close.
You hadn't needed to worry as Steve had snatched the pot and pushed it out of harm's way. It didn't stop Bucky from sending you a grateful smile before he returned his attention to the veggies he was chopping. Nothing could've stopped you from returning his smile, your feet kicking from where they dangled below you.
"Ah, there's that pretty smile we love so much," Steve said, his own matching yours and Bucky's as he spared you a glance. "How's the arm doing, sweetheart? Need a break from up there?"
"Nah, I'm fine. It's easier to watch you two up here anyway."
You ducked your head, warmth suffusing your cheeks at his caring.
A chopped veggie entered your vision a moment later while Bucky softly commanded, "Open, sweetheart. Gotta keep your energy up if we're going to get through this prep."
That started them both sneaking you bits of food as they worked, creating each part of the meal you'd wanted to perfection. It never once dawned on you that they'd been paying attention to what you liked and how much they'd practiced your favorite foods for a moment just like this. No, this felt more like two friends doing what they could for another in a small time of need, and you appreciated that. You really did.
Over the next thirty or so minutes, you sat on the island's top and directed them now and again. Between your short instructions, they continued to feed you bits of the meal. They didn't stop until you warned you'd be too full to eat with them if you ate any more. That wouldn't do as they wanted you at the table between them.
"You'd be missed too much," they assured you even though you highly doubted that.
They must've read your disbelief because Steve stepped away from the stove and moved into your space. His hands cupped your cheeks while his thumbs grazed against your cheekbones. "You have more friends than you think here, sweetheart."
"He's not wrong." Bucky moved behind Steve's shoulder, his hand dropping to your knee and squeezing. "You're loved here and always wanted."
Emotions thickened into a tight lump in your throat. It took some effort to swallow it back down even as you blinked back more tears. A full minute went by before you could choke out a simple thanks.
Sensing you needed a break, the guys went back to work and quickly finished up their prep.
Soon enough, they had everything finished to your satisfaction and set on the table for the others to join you three.
Only when they were satisfied did Steve come back and carry you to the table despite your protests you could walk. "It's only fair after Bucky got his turn, sweetheart."
"Fine, but no more after this," you warned.
Both men merely grinned at you, saying simultaneously, "We'll see about that."
Everyone slowly made their way to the table. As they did, they all raised their brows at the sheer amount of food and the pleasing smells filling the room. Soon enough, they all gushed over the food and complimented you for your efforts.
"Oh, this was all Steve and Bucky. I didn't do that much," you said, not about to take credit for something you didn't do.
"Well, this is the best they've ever done. Whatever you did, keep it up," Tony said between bites. He even shot you a wide grin and a wink before moving back to his conversation with Pepper and Dr. Banner.
As you took a bite, Nat leaned forward where she sat across from you. Her lips formed their signature smirk as she eyed the two men sitting on either side of you before saying, "I'd have to second Tony. You're definitely magic in the kitchen where they're concerned. Or maybe, just maybe, you've given them good reason to give their best tonight."
Steve choked on the bite he'd taken while Bucky hastily grabbed up his cup.
"Leave it alone, Romanoff," Bucky growled, which puzzled you though your attention had already shifted fully to Steve.
You thumped Steve's back a few times before he finally nodded. "I'm okay, sweetheart."
"Anyway," Nat said, clearly unfazed, "I'd say you're a definite keeper. If you can get these two to do so well, I can't wait to see what you can do when that arm heals. Maybe I'll even seek you out for some pointers myself."
Hearing such high praise from the Black Widow herself, you ducked your head, warmth once more suffusing your cheeks.
You didn't catch the deadly glares being shot at her from both super soldiers. In their humble opinions, the only ones allowed to fluster you were them, not Nat who's clearly stirring up trouble. You definitely didn't see Nat merely sink back in her chair, pleased with the way she'd gained the upper hand against them. Now, she knew she could tease and flirt with you to get a rise out of them both. All in good fun, though, as she knew how much you meant to them and them to you.
In fact, it was obvious to everyone at the table except it seemed the three of you. They also recognized you needed a bit of time to mourn and work through the trauma you'd endured at the hands of your abusive ex. They didn't mind giving you a helping hand there, either.
After all, it seemed the three of you were meant to cook together.
Random question: What's your favourite headcanon for:
Steve Rogers
Sam Wilson
Natasha Romanoff
Oh, this is a fun (and kinda hard) question. I actually had to think about it for Steve and Natasha, but Sam's instantly came to me. So, we're going to start with him first. 😊
Sam Wilson
This is a man who loves to cook, and I mean, more than the 'typical' backyard barbecuing though he's good at that as well. Growing up in Louisiana, he also knows how to cook/prep so, so many seafood dishes and other dishes from his years in the military. Whenever he had downtime, he was seeking out different dishes to try and perfect because he wasn't going to eat MREs when he had the chance and choice.
But, Sam's also a humble man who will love any food that is cooked for him, too, even if it means it's not as good as his or even edible by most people's standards. If it comes from a place of love and care, he's going to eat and pretend it's the best meal he's ever had. Sure, he might be seeking some of his own leftovers or even some good takeout later, but he's going to be happy with the fact someone made him something. After all, one of his favorite ways to care for people in his life is to cook for them. Just expect some light teasing from him even as he offers to help boost that person's skills up a bit more.
Natasha Romanoff
I really do believe that if she hadn't been raised for the assassin game, she would've probably found herself in some of hospitality/high-end concierge-type of job. She's a woman that always has what others need either on her or a way to get it for them. Whether you need a stick of gum to an ass-kicking to finding your future great love, she's the one that's going to make sure you get it. With this innate ability to get everyone what they need, she's also able to blend into the background whenever she needs to, playing the support to others and keeping track of all the finer details, especially for the people in her care.
But, this can also be a lonely existence as she's always doing what she can for others' needs. A lot of the time, hers are ignored, even by Natasha herself. Usually it's not that big of a deal for her, but there are quieter moments where her thoughts tend to get loud and yeah, she's realizing she could use someone (and not necessarily romantic but platonic) who truly sees her and wants to be the shoulder she can lean on. Be the one who has it all handled so she doesn't have to be the strong one for once.
Steve Rogers
We all know that he's always down for the big fights against the greatest threats to people's freedom. Those are absolutely necessary fights for him, too, but the reward of a job well done never lasts that long. Not because it's not important but because there's always going to be another threat to come along soon enough.
No, the highest reward he's gotten didn't come from these big fights with his fellow Avengers. It's the little ones where he's helping the neighborhood kids who're on the smaller side learning to defend themselves. He sees them and is reminded of his once-smaller and sickly state. He's reminded of Bucky's protective streak and even his mother's wise words about always standing back up.
He actually fell upon this new vocation after meeting Sam in DC and realizing he does need to figure out who he is again. So, he starts small, but it soon becomes widely known in the neighborhood where he lives that he's teaching self-defense and other fighting techniques meant to defend yourself and others, not to be used against others unprovoked. He's quick to put down that second one when he learns about it, and it's his way of honoring those who've helped him in the past and even get back to his roots in that smaller, sickly state he once lived in.
All he's missing is someone who sees these efforts and appreciates him for them (even more so than the bigger fights he's been in).
Summary: Henry decides to use his school's craft fair to try and set up his favorite godfather, Spencer, with one of his favorite teachers. His ploy seems to work, too.
Warnings: None
A/N: With this fill for last year's spring event for Fluff Bingo, I couldn't help but use one of the few kiddos we have to set Spencer up with his favorite teacher. I love Jack, but Henry is equally precious. How could I not use him this way?
Part 2
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"Uncle Spence, you made it," Henry shouted, his happiness apparent. He raced between the groups of people, easily dodging elbows and knees, in his pursuit of his destination. That happened to be one Spencer Reid, godfather extraordinaire.
Spencer couldn't help the smile that tugged across his lips, bending down and catching Henry in his arms. "I couldn't miss this when you invited me as sweetly as you did. Where's your mom?"
"Dad came with me. Mom's home with Micheal. He's sick."
That pulled Spencer's previous smile into a frown for a moment.
Will, who'd been watching his son and his friend interact, stepped in. "Michael's fine. Just a little stomach bug going around school. Henry had it last week. He's fine to be here. We both are."
It was no secret how Spencer felt about germs, even those involving those he cared about.
Hearing that nothing serious was going on, Spencer allowed himself to relax. His attention returned to Henry as he asked, "So, what should we see first? I don't know that I've been to a craft fair like this one before. You'll have to show me how it's done. I don't want to miss anything."
Henry beamed at the idea of teaching Spencer something. His godfather was so smart, he knew, and it wasn't everyday that Spencer told someone he didn't know something. Knowing just the place they'd start, he grabbed Spencer's hand and tugged him forward.
No words were exchanged as Henry was on a mission, but a look of amusement passed between Spencer and Will.
Spencer didn't have a clue what Henry had in mind first, but he never would've considered the refreshment table set off to one side. Across the banner, he read the school's name that Henry attended. Compared to the other booths set up nearby, he didn't spy any type of signage broadcasting prices.
Henry called out a name, but Spencer couldn't quite make it out over the noise echoing through the large space. He hadn't thought to ever forget the sounds of a gym, and he hadn't really. Just that the memories had managed to fade at the edges a bit.
All Spencer knew was one moment Henry was holding his hand, and the next, he's watching Henry tugging someone from the booth until they stood in front of Spencer. Until you stood in front of him. You wore the sweetest smile Spencer could remember anyone ever wearing. When it flashed towards him, he almost forgot how to breathe. You were breathtaking.
"So, you're the famous Uncle Spence we hear so much about," you said, holding out your hand while also introducing yourself. You retracted your hand just as quickly, but your face never lost its smile. Settling for a small wave, you asked, "Are you enjoying the craft fair, Dr. Reid?"
Spencer's brain refused to work. You had him off-kilter with the knowledge you've shown in the few moments of time you've shared with him. How did you know he didn't like to touch others, especially strangers? How did you know he went by doctor rather than mister?
As if guessing his thoughts, you leaned a bit closer but not too close and said only loud enough for him to hear, "Henry talks about you a lot. We hear about your adventures every week. You're quite impressive. Henry tells us you're a real-life hero."
"Oh, I don't know about that," Spencer stammered.
His cheeks warmed at Henry's praise of him, but more so, at the way you continued to look at him. He could make out the open curiosity you had for him, but he couldn't tell if it was genuine interest one feels for another or if you were merely being polite for a student's sake. A part, bigger than he'd ever admit aloud, of him wanted it to be the former, but his experience almost assured it was the latter.
"Hm, I wouldn't discount yourself too much," you rebutted softly, your eyes leaving his face to inspect the rest of him. He really hoped you wouldn't find him lacking, grateful Hotch and Morgan weren't standing next to him. Will was more than enough to make enough comparisons. You must've liked what you saw because your smile never faltered though your attention shifted to Henry. "Wanna grab your uncle one of the cookies I promised to save just for him?"
Henry nodded and dashed behind the booth's large table.
Spencer could make out the containers from the store you'd bought the cookies. One of them held a couple leftovers that weren't available to others. The others had been set out around the table in a display meant to entice fair-goers until the supply had been depleted.
Henry raced back with the plastic package, handing it to you.
You popped it open and motioned for Spencer to take the cookies. "Only hands that might've grazed them were mine, and I wore gloves after washing my hands thoroughly. Can't be too careful nowadays."
The way you hadn't made him feel weird for his germaphobia endeared you to him all the more. It was the reason he didn't hesitate in picking up the cookies while murmuring his thanks. As politeness dictated, he took a bite and followed it up with, "There are really good."
"They're the best store-bought ones you can find," your eyes sparked with mischief as you added, "but you should really try the ones I bake sometime."
The cookie he'd been chewing lodged itself, causing him to choke.
Will came to his rescue, thumping his back until he could take in normal breaths again.
You, the sweet temptress you were, held out a small cup of lemonade from the booth you manned for the school. Your face had contorted into something more akin to someone feeling shame or apologetic of their actions as you murmured, "I didn't mean for that to sound the way it did. I mean, I do bake some great treats, but I'm not trying to insinuate anything. We are surrounded by families and little ones after all."
Spencer quickly shook his head. Even if he'd only met you, he knew enough from what Henry had told him to know you spoke the truth. Everything about you screamed how much you adored the kids, calling out to the ones you recognized. It didn't matter you held a conversation with him or any other adults that happened along. You had kind words for everyone that passed and encouragement for the few students helping you run the booth.
As if realizing he'd been monopolizing your time, he took a step back.
"I should let you get back to it," he said, grabbing up Henry's hand, "but maybe we can stop by again. See if you have anything left before we head out."
Your smile glowed once more as you nodded. "I'd really like that. Maybe you could tell me what about the booths I can't see, too. I've heard some good things, but I won't really get the chance to explore today."
"It's all weekend, isn't it?" Will asked, surprising both you and Spencer as he hadn't really said anything up until then.
You nodded.
Will continued, "Are you working the booth tomorrow?"
You shook your head.
At your answer, Will's grin came out as he eyed Spencer for a moment before turning back to you, "Then, maybe you and Spencer here could explore the fair together. That is if Spencer here wouldn't mind coming back and seeing it a second time. What do ya say, Spence?"
"Oh, I couldn't ask that of you. That would be too much," you protested, but Spencer was already saying, "Um, yeah, I could do that."
Will clapped. "Great. Now that's settled. Henry, why don't we let them sort themselves out, then we can pick Uncle Spence back up in say another few minutes?"
Henry quickly agreed, taking off for a booth not too far away. It held a bunch of crocheted plush animals that might appeal to his younger brother.
Will followed after him after shooting Spencer a wink and saying, "Don't bungle it now."
When the two of you were alone, you risked touching Spencer's sleeve. His gaze dropped to where your warmth seeped through his thin shirt before you hastily took it away again. He missed it as soon as you did. That surprised him the most.
"Please, don't think I was fishing. I wouldn't want to impose on what's surely limited time to yourself. You don't have to come back tomorrow if you don't want to."
"But what if I want to," Spencer said over your rambling.
It was enough to have you snapping your mouth shut in brief shock. It was also enough to have Spencer wondering if he'd somehow overstepped or misread your earlier possible interest in him.
Only when your smile blossomed once more did he breathe out a soft sigh.
"I'd really like that but only if you really and truly want to."
Spencer allowed his own smile to come out as he said, "I really want to."
The two of you might've continued to smile at each other if one of your students hadn't called out to you.
"I better get back to it, but please, stop by before you leave. We can exchange numbers, then we can secure plans for tomorrow after I'm done for the day." You took a step back toward the booth behind you, but you didn't get far before you added, "I really am glad I got the chance to meet you, Dr. Reid."
Spencer offered his own sentiments, watching as you backed up until you bumped the booth. He bit his lip lest his smile grow wider at how cute you were.
It took another minute before he, too, moved away, intent on catching up with Will and Henry. After all, he had a new job to scope out the best booths to show you tomorrow. Maybe even spend a few minutes considering his options to prolong his time with you tomorrow, including possible dinner plans.
Spencer had known Henry had a special reason to ask him to his school's annual craft fair, but he hadn't counted on you being that reason. He definitely hadn't considered how much you would end up affecting him or the turn of events that took place.
But, he couldn't say he regretted them as he spared a final glance at you and your booth.
