#grufflepuff

to be fair I love fluff I’m just not super confident in my ability to write it!  I have so many fluff tropes I like, I think mutual pining or bed sharing would be my favorite! anyways here’s a super quick drabble for you!!

“M’gonna miss you, daddy,” you mumbled as you smooshed your face into his chest.

“I know, babydoll, I’ll miss you too,” he sighed, kissing the top of your head and wrapping you in his arms.  “I’m gonna think about you every day, and call you every night, okay?”

“Why do you have to be gone so long?” you pouted. 

“It’s my job, sweetpea, I have to protect people.”

“But... if you’re not here... then you can’t protect me...” you whimpered, eyes watering.

“Oh, angel,” he sighed, picking you up as you started to sniffle a little bit, carrying you to the couch so he could hold you close and rock you slightly.  “I’ll never let anything bad happen to you.  You’re safe here, I wouldn’t leave if I didn’t know that.  I’m gonna be back before you know it and I’ll stay for a long long time before I have to leave again.”

“Daddyyyyy,” you whined.  “Don’t want you to leave again.”

He sighed and held your face, lifting it until you looked up at him.  His thumb wiped your tears away as you bit your lip to keep it from quivering, his crystal blue eyes soothing you slightly just with a look.  “Angel...” he whispered.

“Yes daddy?”

“When I come back, I’m gonna ask you an important question.  And if you say yes, then it’ll be the last time-- I’ll never leave you again, if that’s what you want.  Okay?  So can you just stay strong for me, be my big girl just this once?”

“But I’m not your big girl,” you shivered, “I’m scared.”

“It’s okay to be scared, sweetpea.  You don’t need to be fearless.  You just need to trust me.”

You sniffled but nodded.  “Okay, daddy...”

“You’ll be strong for me?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“And you’ll be ready to answer my very important question when I get back?”

You smiled a little, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand.  “Mhmm.”

He kissed your nose and gave you a big hug.  It was still hard to let him go, but he reminded you on the phone every night that this was the last time.  That he was going to come home forever soon.  That you were his baby and he would never, ever leave you again.

‘I almost lost you’ kiss (Except it kind of turned into a ‘I did lose you for a while’ kiss)

It’s not until after all the fighting that Steve finds you. After all the blood and pain. After Thanos has taken what he took. Steve’s been trying hard to ignore the fact that he hadn’t seen you walk through any of those portals – but it’s always in the back of his mind. What if, after all he’s done, he still couldn’t save you?

But then, as everyone begins to move again, as the world resumes in the wake of everything, he sees you. His knees almost buckle before he can even take a step and he stumbles lamely in your direction. He thinks he shouts your name but he can’t hear himself over the sound of his blood rushing in his ears.

Your eyes widen, head turning to find him. He manages to pull himself together for a few seconds, enough to sprint towards you, leap over a few pieces of rubble and then you’re right there.

He can’t breathe, the air seems to be stuck in his lungs. He watches as your hands come up to cover your mouth, wipe away stray tears and his chest just keeps getting tighter and tighter and tighter until, without any words, he reaches out and wraps his arms around you.

He can breathe.

His knees lose the battle and he crumples against you, because it’s been five years and he can’t keep himself up anymore.

“Stevie,” he hears you, the desperate way you see his name between gasping breaths and he could scream because god, it’s so much better than when you say his name in his dreams.

You hold on tight, but the weight of these past five years is too heavy and Steve crumbles to his knees, arms still wrapped around you and face pressed into your stomach.

You let your hands run through his hair a few times, until it feels less like a dream and more like reality, and then you follow him to your knees. Your face is wet with tears – an exhausting mixture of grief and joy and guilt and relief is filling you to the brim and you can’t hold it in, not in front of him. You never could hide from him.

“Baby,” he gasps out your name, voice thick and tired, “sweetheart, I-“

He gives up on talking, presses his face into your shoulder and breathes you in so deep he might pass out. His fingers are clenched so tightly in your shirts material that he’s digging lines into his own palms but he doesn’t let go. He'd never let go if you gave him the chance.

Your shaky hands reach for his face, cup his jaw with a gentleness he hasn’t felt in years. His super-soldier genes haven’t allowed him to age very much, but you can see the fine lines that are beginning to carve themselves into his face. His eyes are still the same blue they’d always been, but something in them tells you of the pain he’s endured these five years. Your chest lurches as you realise how alone he must have felt.

“Steve,” you say his name again because you can’t come up with anything else. What can you say to the man who’s just won everything but lost too much?

“I thought-“ he stumbles, fingers moving clumsily to push your hair out of your face, “you… you were gone. I–“

He falls forward, forehead against yours and hands moving all over you, pressing to your shoulders, your waist, your hips, everywhere, because he needs to feel that you aren’t dust.

“It’s been a nightmare.”

You feel more tears pool in your eyes. Without bothering to try and push words through your quivering lips, you lift his jaw towards you and kiss him.

Ooooh thank you, Kat!

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

Do I really need to explain myself???

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

Oh god, so many. I love writing witty dialogue, especially when I’m writing smut. Like... sex AND they’re being clever together??? WHAT COULD BE HOTTER THAN THAT?? But generally just writing witty dialogue is so much fun. I can’t help it, it’s just how I talk XD

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

Enemies/friends to lovers. Bodyguarding. And I don’t know if this is a fandom trope but I like action too.

It’s the middle of the dinner rush and Eliot is in the kitchen. He wasn’t supposed to be working that night but one of their chefs had texted Amy saying that she would be late because she was stuck in traffic. Eliot wasn’t as annoyed as he usually would be when one of their employees was late, Sam was consistent and was one of their best chefs by far. The special that night was chili, one of Parker’s favorite dishes, so he made sure to bring a bowl to her about half an hour ago. He’s halfway through another batch when Sam flies in the door.

“Shit I know I’m late I couldn’t find my keys and then there was an accident on Main Street and I got stuck for half an hour,” she rambles, pulling on an apron and hairnet.

“Yeah, yeah, just don’t make a habit of it.” Eliot grumbles as she slides up to the stove to take over. He backs off and wipes his hands on his apron, surveying the rest of the kitchen to make sure no one else was in dire need of help before he heads out. Satisfied that no one is about to burn down the whole pub he unties his apron and puts it away before exiting the kitchen. His current plan is to head to their apartment upstairs to watch the football game that’s on when he notices Parker is still sitting at the bar with the bowl of chili in front of her. He frowns and slides behind the bar, making his way over until he’s standing in front of her.

“You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?” He asks. She shrugs and continues to move her spoon around the bowl absentmindedly. “Parker?” He prompts gently.

“Am I a good mastermind?” She says finally, and Eliot raises an eyebrow in surprise.

“What?”

“Am I a good mastermind?” She repeats, putting down her spoon and looking up at him with an uncharacteristically serious expression on her face.

“Yeah I heard you I just… of course you are, what makes you think you aren’t?” He asks, leaning forward and resting his arms on the bar so he’s level with her.

“Nate was so much better, he had so many different plans and variations of all of those plans and he always managed to make the con work and I’m just not as good as he was.” The words pour out of her mouth quickly, and at the end she snaps her jaw shut and looks away, embarrassed.