#drabble 9

[thatmexisaurusrex]

Hello 🤗 I'm a huge fan of your writing, it's just so amazing! 😆 For the 300 follower celebration I wanted to ask for the prompt: 26. "That looks suspect" 🤭💖

Ooh, that's a good choice! I hope you enjoy the fic! 🥰

Prompt 9: “That looks suspect.”

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Sam was barely standing. Truly. If Bucky wasn't holding Sam by the waist and pulling him close like they were in a three-legged race, Sam probably wouldn't be standing at all. From the way Bucky was slowly angling like the Tower of Pisa, Sam was a little worried that Bucky wouldn't be standing long on his own either.

They had been on a mission. They had been on a long, grueling mission that had spanned a month of fieldwork and research and working in tandem with Avenger chapters in Peru and Egypt to hunt down and take out the leaders of the Serpent Society. And while the organization hadn't completely collapsed in on itself, it was definitely a shell of itself without its leaders.

And now, Sam and Bucky were home.

And tired.

And hungry.

"Please tell me that we have food in the fridge," moaned Sam as they walked through their front door, "To the kitchen. Turn left to the kitchen. Pivot, Buck."

"Samuel. Thomas. Wilson. Love of my life. I'm going to collapse. Right here. Right now. I might have enough energy to launch you, though," said Bucky, exhausted.

Sam nodded.

"Launch me, babe. You know I can fly. I'll see if we have sustenance," said Sam as he tried his best to give Bucky a little backrub.

"Okay," said Bucky as he left a sort of gross, sloppy kiss on Sam's cheek, "You got this, Sweetheart. See if we'll survive the night."

Sam felt Bucky push him. Sam stumbled far enough to find assistance from the fridge door. He heard Bucky dramatically collapse on the floor behind him.

"What's the 411?" called Bucky from the floor.

"That's - that's not something people say anymore," snickered Sam, his grip on the door threatened by his barrage of giggles, "Who taught you that? Why do you know that?"

"Damn it, Sarah. At it again," mumbled Bucky into the floor, "I swear, she keeps messing with me. She told me the cool dance craze right now is the Soldier Boy. I embarrassed myself in front of AJ and Cass. Sarah is a menace. She must be stopped."

"From telling you things you could probably look up on your phone?" asked Sam, still chuckling, "Please. Bucky. Buck. Buckifer. You are a world-class hacker. Use those skills for evil and stop Sarah's pranks if you really feel the need to ruin everyone's fun."

"I refuse," said Bucky obstinately, "I am doing what the kids do and refusing to use all the knowledge at my fingertips."

"Okay, rude. Rude to AJ and Cass," said Sam as he finally managed to open the fridge.

"You're right. Sorry, AJ and Cass. Wherever you are," said Bucky to the floor.

"They're - they're at my sister's house. James," said Sam, laughing into the fridge as he felt himself sliding to the ground, "James, stop that and let me focus on food."

"I'm sorry. Can't take me anywhere," said Bucky as he finally looked up.

He smiled warmly at Sam.

"Not even to our own home," said Sam softly, just... smiling back.

"Food?" asked Bucky.

"Right," said Sam as he turned back to the fridge and scoured it.

Nothing looked... particularly safe in the fridge. Sam... chanced himself on a mystery takeout box. He opened it to find... a sort of okay looking pasta dish.

"This could be okay?" said Sam hesitantly, showing the pasta to his... fine, his boyfriend, "Legolas! What do your Elf eyes see?"

Bucky squinted at the pasta hard.

"That looks suspect," said Bucky.

"Suspect?" asked Sam, hoping for a more detailed explanation.

"Not kosher," said Bucky.

"Of course it's not. There's shrimp in it," said Sam as he got a well-earned snort from Bucky.

"Who's line is it anyway?" said Bucky as he got a well-earned giggle from Sam, "No, but shrimp after a month, Sam?"

Sam sighed. He nodded as he scooted on his butt to their trashcan and dumped the pasta.

"Do you think Tommy's Pizza is still open?" asked Sam as he basically army crawled over to Bucky.

Bucky gave Sam a kiss on the forehead before he pulled out his phone.

"They're probably closing up right now, but hey. I bet they'll make a rare exception for the best Captain America I've ever known," said Bucky.

"Rude. Rude to Steve. Slander. I mean, you're right. But rude, Buck," said Sam, giggling.

"Eh. Stevie will deal," said Bucky as he stole a kiss from Sam before he started his call to Tommy's Pizza.

*****

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[backtothestart02]

Can the line be "im in love with you iris"

Drabble 9 - The Flash Season 5 Countdown - 2 Days Left!

(There should be a part 2 to this, I just know it. It’s too angsty to be left hanging. But for now, it will have to be. Enjoy! lol.)

She thought things were good between them. She thought theyhad gotten past all of it. Him telling her he loved her on Christmas two yearsback, Eddie’s jealousy of her friendship with Barry, even the revelation thatBarry was the Flash and she was the only one that had been left in the dark.

Eddie had almost died. After that, she swore she’d neverleave him again. She loved him. She was in love with him. Whatever she felt forBarry was too little too late. As long as remained her best friend no matterwhat, she could pretend those months where he’d pressed that she felt the sameway were a distant memory.

But then he knocked lightly on her door in the dressing roomon the day of her wedding, decked out in a tuxedo as her best man – Linda washer maid of honor, so the two had to share duties for the big day – and she hadto quiet the heartbeat hammering away in her chest.

“Barry,” she said, grasping for air. “What…wh-what are youdoing here?”

He wasn’t listening. He was just looking at her, taking herin.

“You look beautiful, Iris,” he said, finally meeting hereyes.

“Thank you, Barry,” she said softly, feeling suddenly shy.She couldn’t tell him it’s bad to see the bride before the wedding, because…well,he wasn’t the groom.

“Is everything okay?” she asked, telling herself there’s noother reason he should be visiting her instead of getting ready for theceremony with Linda and the bridesmaids.

“What? Oh, yeah, Linda’s got it covered. I definitely don’tever want to get on her bad side.” He chuckled.

She smiled and nodded. “It’s not a fun place to be,” sheadmitted, having been there once or twice, albeit briefly.

He cleared his throat when the silence stretched outpainfully. Then he took a step forward, reaching for her and then pulling back,seemingly unsure of what he should be doing with his hands.

“Listen, Iris, I’m really grateful for how you put the pastbehind us.” Oh, no. “Eddie makes youreally happy, just like I knew he would.” Please,Barry, don’t. “Happier than I could have made you, I’m sure.”

“Barry,” she warned.

How could he do this? How could he make her feel conflictedon her wedding day?

“I just…I have to tell you. Just…one more time before I cannever say it again.”

“Barry,” she begged,desperation in her eyes.

She couldn’t take this kind of stress. As her best friend,it was ridiculous that he was adding even more pressure to her on a day as bigand stress-inducing as this.

“I’m in love with you, Iris.”

His eyes were so deep she could’ve drowned in them. In thatinstant the stress of what he was saying melted away, and all she could feelwas his love for her pouring over them, making her feel safe and loved. Despiteher determination to remain true to Eddie and never question their relationshipever again, if Barry had come to her with confession any day but today, shemight have reconsidered it entirely.

It was as if a dam had broken, and all she wanted in lifewas to let the floodgates pour unending water into a new precious, perfectrelationship for her and Barry, one not solely based in friendship.

But then she blinked, the reality of the big picturecementing firmly in her mind. Tears filled her eyes, and the most heartbreakingwords tumbled past her lips on a whispered breath.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

His lips parted. “Iri-”

A knock on the door broken the tension between them, andBarry backed up when Joe walked in.

“Everybody decent?” he asked, chuckling.

Joe hardly had a moment to take in how beautiful hisdaughter looked when he registered Barry in the room and the pained look onboth of their faces.

“Am I…interrupting something?”

“No, Dad,” Iris said quickly, reaching for her father’shand. “Barry just came to wish me well on my wedding day.” She glanced over ather lanky best friend looking devilishly handsome in his sharp tuxedo. “Isn’tthat right, Barry?”

Joe was looking at him intently, and Barry knew this was atest. Tell a lie, and it would be the end of ever pursuing something with Iris.Tell the truth, and Iris would be furious. She might hate him. But Joe wouldtry his damndest to convince his baby girl that her best friend was who shereally wanted. That would devastate Iris, since her father had finally comearound to accepting Eddie as a son-in-law.

“That’s right,” Barry said, forcing a smile. He met Joe’seyes but only for a second. He knew he’d see right through him if he looked anylonger. “I always cry at weddings, and this is…she’s my best friend. I loveher.” He looked straight at Iris, and she sadly looked back at him. “Seeing hergiven away to Eddie is bittersweet, but there’s nothing I want more than herhappiness.”

Iris looked about to say something, but Barry excusedhimself before she could. Something about seeing if Linda needed any helpbefore the ceremony started.

“Iris,” he saidwarningly. She knew that tone. It meant business.

“It’s my wedding day, Dad.” She looked up at him, and a tearstreamed down the side of her face. “Aren’t you going to tell me I lookbeautiful?”

He sighed and brushed away the tear.

“The most beautiful in the world.”

[thatmexisaurusrex]

Ooooo- for the Pride drabbles, could I ask for prompt #2?

Thank you 😘🤗

Thank you so much for the prompt, @late-to-the-party-81! I hope you enjoy the drabble! 🥰

Prompt 9: Feeling For Each Other in the Dark

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Bucky's eyes flew open when he heard something break. It could have been in the bedroom. It could have been outside of the house. He knew that sound, but he was trying to place it.

Bucky knew he was whacky sometimes. He knew most people looked at him and thought he was cutting out paper dolls. And sometimes, he didn't trust himself, could hear and see how camp happy he could be.

But no.

He knew that sound from somewhere. From something back in the past. Heard it before. What was it?

He sat up, noticing how dark it really was in the room. He remembered getting the blackout curtains good enough, but not quite to completely block the light. He had been too tired to bother fixing them, so he just let them stay slightly open.

Which meant...

"Sam?" Bucky called out.

He heard a stumble in the bathroom. And Bucky knew. Bucky knew what his fella sounded like. He knew how Sam moved in spaces, how he changed in different situations. How clumsy he got when he was comfortable in a space. Bucky couldn't help but smile when he realized his hunk of a heartbreak was back home from his latest mission.

"Here!" said Sam, probably through a door, "Is the power out?"

Bucky stretched over to his reading lamp and tried turning it on.

Ah.

He knew why he knew that sound.

Fuse cutout. It happened a few times at his apartment complex when he still lived with his mom and sister and he had to go down with his mom to figure out how to turn it back on. It happened a couple of times when he was lying low in Europe. This had been the first time it had happened since he moved in with Sam in Delacroix, though.

"You're on the beam, you sharp dreamboat," said Bucky with a sigh, "Isn't that just killer diller?"

He could see the soft smile on Sam now. Sam rolling his eyes as Bucky gabs on in slang he couldn't leave behind. Could hear Sam chuckle at Bucky and what he kept as all his memories came back to him.

Adorable. How could Sam be adorable without Bucky even seeing him?

"We should probably do something about that, right?" said Sam, "Check the fusebox and see if we can get it all back?"

Bucky shrugged, knowing full well Sam couldn't see him.

"Do we have to?" asked Bucky.

The thought of going out in the mucky and humid Louisiana night did not feel that tempting.

"I think we have to if we want the AC to work in our room," said Sam very reasonably.

Bucky stood up at that.

"Yeah, that's something we'd like to have," said Bucky as he wandered toward the sound of the opening bathroom door.

He knew Sam could hear him moving on the creaking floorboards. He heard Sam laughing.

"You're coming this way without grabbing your cellphone and turning on the light?" asked Sam as Bucky walked closer to his voice.

"I don't sleep with it next to me," said Bucky, feeling a bit called out, "You didn't bring yours into the bathroom?"

"... I broke mine on mission," said Sam, and Bucky could feel a hint of embarrassment in Sam's tone.

Bucky grinned.

"You dropped it, didn't you?" said Bucky, "You dropped it in the quinjet."

"I don't know why they're so easy to break," whined Sam as Bucky felt the brush of Sam's arm, of Sam trying to find him in the pitch-black room, "Why didn't you go for the blackout curtains first, James?"

Bucky turned just enough, pulling Sam into his arms.

"Because I wanted to find the dynamite hotshot who was somehow duped into dating such a hairy and off the cobb drip like me. I mean, how was such a hipper dipper cookie not rationed yet? It's nuts," said Bucky as he held Sam close.

Sam had been on a mission for months. Bucky understood this was what he signed up for. He knew the kind of person Sam was, the kind of work he did. Bucky would never stop Sam from doing what he wanted, being who he wanted to be.

Bucky couldn't help but want to hug his boyfriend after months where he'd maybe get a few minutes of Sam's voice every couple of weeks, though. He felt Sam lean into it, hug him back.

"You're saying all of that on purpose," mumbled Sam into Bucky's chest, and Bucky could feel Sam's smile on his face, "I bet you made half of that slang up."

"Maybe I am. Maybe I did," said Bucky, holding Sam a little closer, "I missed you."

"I missed you too," said Sam, the two of them just holding each other.

"... Electricity?" asked Bucky halfheartedly, still not moving an inch, "AC?"

"Just a little while longer," said Sam, completely relaxed in Bucky's arms, "Need to recharge."

"Okay," said Bucky, needing a Sam recharge himself.

*****

This series is to celebrate Pride Month with some fun prompts. If you’d like me to write a drabble based on a prompt of you’re choosing, look at the prompts and send me one via ask! 🥰

[deathtonormalcy56]

Even if I Tried - Drabble 9

Summary: The reader and Gabe are heading to a Hallowewen party, and he can’t help but crack a few jokes at her costume.

Prompt: #52 “You’d be a sexy pirate.” from the writers resource page from the spn fanfic pond

Characters: Gabe x Reader

Word Count: 622 (Another actual drabble guys, I’m on the road to redemption)

Warnings: Fluff, pure fluff

A/N: So we’re coming down to the last three drabbles for my celebration. If you want to be added to my forever taglist, let me know! Hope ya’ll enjoy. (:

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You lowly hummed to the melodic tones of blues and the rhythm of rock music as you gaped and gawked at your reflection. It had taken hours of YouTube tutorials, smeared lines, and ruined felt tips, but you were going to be damned if your eyeliner wasn’t as sharp as your knife collection.

Taking a brief moment to let your eyes readjust from being cracked open, you blinked to clear your blurred vision. Once the dimming light illuminated your now visible face, you immediately began to analyze your finished product.

“Ah, there’s my girl.” You flipped around to find Gabe, cladded in leather and hair gel, with a large grin on his face. “You look absolutely stunning.”

You felt the faint blush that crept up onto your cheeks. The two of you had been dating for over a year now, but you still found yourself easily swooned by his simple compliments.

“Thank you,” you shyly smiled before you turned back to the mirror. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

“Psh! I look hot!” He exclaimed, causing you to giggle at his outburst.

You try not to smile as you swiped on a layer of bright, red lipstick to complete the finished product, but Gabe’s running hands down your shoulders and his whiskey colored eyes that stared at you with complete adoration made it quite difficult.

“You know,” you pulled at the ends of your hot pink jacket and glanced down to your pointed toe pumps, “It’s hard to make sure I nailed the look when you keep staring at me like that.”

“Well maybe I wouldn’t be staring at you like this if we went with pirate costumes, instead of Travolta and Newton-John,” Gabe murmured into your neatly tied ponytail. He chuckled as your hands immediately flew upwards to check for any stray hairs left in the wake of his phrase.

“I already told you,” you pivoted to face him, “dressing up as a pirate for a Halloween party is too overrated.”

“And I told you that you’d be a sexy pirate,” his arms wrapped around your waist and tugged you closer to his torso.

You lifted your hands to tangle together behind his neck. “You just wanted me to be a pirate so that you could say ‘That’s a nice booty yer got there,’” you mimicked the dialect of a pirate almost perfectly.  

“Maybe, maybe not,” Gabriel shrugged with his signature smirk. “But you don’t need to be dressed like a pirate for me to say that, sweetcheeks.” He wiggled his eyebrows and winked.

You snorted at his response and shook your head. It didn’t take much for Gabriel to be able to formulate some sort of retort.

“You are absolutely ridiculous,” you placed your hands flat on his chest.

“Yeah, but you love me,” he matter-of-factly remarked.

Again you shook your head as you slowly pulled away from his grasp. You patted the smooth leather, “For some untold, forsaken reason I do.”

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?” Gabe pouted.

Without another word you separated yourself from your angel and slid into your bedroom. You stifled a giggle as you reached for you small purse, triple checking that you had everything you needed for the party.

“What, you’re just not going to answer me?” You peeked out from under your eyelids to see Gabriel with his arms crossed and a tiny frown.

You threw the strap of your purse over your shoulder and flashed him a vibrant smile. Not only was it fun to tease the self-proclaimed Trickster, but it was when he squirmed that you truly enjoyed it.

“Oh relax, you big baby,” you maneuvered your arm to link with his. “I couldn’t stop loving you even if I tried.” 

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[shilohholmes]

Desire

Round about sex scene. Kinda.

The moment they made the move was the moment a lot of things weren’t possible on an every day basis.

Letting the blanket fall from around her, Shiloh reached across the bed to take up Flynn’s shirt and button it up around her. Standing up, she stretched her arms up into the air and let the rest of her body stretch before she walked around the corner where she could smell and hear Flynn.

"I don’t know how you’re up early after last night." She mumbled, moving to sit up on the small counter.

The kitchen itself was small. The cabin was small. But it was perfect for them, not over done with things they didn’t need.

Contently, she sat there and just watched Flynn work his magic with cooking. Shiloh didn’t have much talent when it came to actually cooking things, she was the baker out of the two.

She watched his hands move, the hard, calloused hands that showed the years of hard work from the farm. Her eyes ran up forearms that were strained as he held things in his hands, the veins coming up to the surface from the tightened muscles. He didn’t have a shirt on which gave her eyes full range to travel from the back of his neck and down his spine to the waistband of his boxers. He’d turned enough so she could his chest, abs, and the teasing ‘v’ that always got to her, causing a groan to leave her lips.

"Flynn."

His name alone held so much in it. Her voice wasn’t soft and bouncy as it always was, there was something wolfish about it and the message came across clear. She wanted him and she’d have him.

Lips against lips, flesh against flesh, it rarely started out innocent. Not since the first time. There was something predatory about it, who would come out on top and take the dominance. Sometimes she had it, other times he had it.

The sounds that came from them were a mix of human and wolf, one of the reasons Shiloh would hate leaving the cabin. They were never quiet.

His lips were on her neck—his shirt she had on gone after a few seconds—and her hands were threaded in Flynn’s hair, tugging hard on the tresses as she leaned her head back and let out what could have been a mix of a groan and a howl. It wasn’t long before skin slapped against skin and the noises from the two grew louder.

Shiloh dragged her nails down the skin of Flynn’s back, arched into him to be as close as she possibly could. She could smell the scent of blood despite her nose being weaker than her wolf form, knowing her nails did plenty of damage but she didn’t care.

There was always a line she toed when it came to this, the wolf the prowled beneath and begged to be released. While her control was pretty good for a Delta, it would never be as good as a Beta’s and she slipped up on occasion.

Clear from sight of others, she left her marks on him that she always liked to take pride in.

The whirlwind was over eventually and Shiloh leaned back against the wall, eyes closed as she tried to catch her breathe. Her eyes opened, the blue orbs bright as could be as she looked at Flynn, the desire starting to build all over again. She smirked, fingers tracing the path along his chest were she’d let hickeys all over him. The newest ones were worse, more bite to them. She’d obviously been closer to having shifted than she liked.

"One of these days, we’re gonna find ourselves in trouble." Shiloh mumbled with a smile, leaning forward to kiss him.