Well Holy Shit- My Parents Never Gave Me 20 Bucks. And Soon This Will Be My Future, Not Counting The

Well holy shit- my parents never gave me 20 bucks. And soon this will be my future, not counting the couple years

Steves kid losing their very first tooth

tooth fairy

summary: your daughter loses her first tooth.

word count: 890

warnings: tooth coming out, tooth fairy spoilers, blood for a sec, domestic bliss, steve being a dilf, poorly written kids

author’s note: i hope that one day i get to the point where i won’t have to disclaim that i’m bad at writing kids.

you can find more of steve as a dad here!

“Sarah, sweetie, not at the table,” Steve sighed.

“Wuh?” she responded, words dampened by the fact that her hand was deep in her mouth as she wiggled a tooth.

“You know how we don’t play with our food?” you added, attempting to assist him. Your daughter nodded slowly, hand still in her mouth. “Well, we also don’t play with our teeth at dinner time.”

“Unless you wanna get blood in your food,” James said, pushing some green beans across his plate.

“Ew!” Sarah pushed her plate away, “I’m done.”

“James, that is not table talk. Be considerate, please,” Steve gently scolded.

“One more bite, Bug,” you suggested, knowing that your daughter was almost done anyway.

Your ever obedient child took a bite of a rather large forkful, before yelping out in pain and spitting out her food.

“Daddy, she’s bleeding!” James gasped.

“My tooth!” Sarah cried out a blood curdling screech when she touched the now empty space between her front teeth.

“Steve, you’re gonna have to comfort her. I’m gonna go make something she can rinse with,” you stood up and exited the table, and Steve sat down in your seat so he could be next to his crying daughter.

“Can I look?” he asked, receiving a nod from his daughter before he gently opened her mouth to examine it.

“Oh wow,” Steve said in faux deep thought before he wiped a few tears off of Sarah’s face. “The Tooth Fairy is going to be so excited for her visit tonight.”

“Tooth Fairy?! Thee Tooth Fairy?” she gasped, too excited to notice the unpleasant sight of Steve searching her plate for the missing baby tooth.

“That’s the one,” he chuckled, finally grabbing the tooth and setting it out on a napkin. You arrived back into the room with saltwater solution and promptly escorted your daughter to the sink.

——

By bedtime, Sarah was still a bubbly ball of energy. It was a surprise that she even made it into her pajamas after she suggested several times to wear her Easter best to bed in order to impress the Tooth Fairy.

After finally getting her to calm down enough for her to lay down and get tucked in, Steve began to read her her favorite bedtime story, where she mouthed each

“Daddy, when the Tooth Fairy comes, can you read her my story? I think she’ll like it,” she said with a goofy little grin on her face.

“Of course, Bug.”

“Are you sure she’s not gonna try to steal more of my teeth?”

“Surer than sure,” Steve confirmed, giving her little forehead a kiss.

“Love you~” she said in a sing-song voice. “Night night.”

“Are you sending us away?” you asked in a light tone.

“Yep,” she popped the ‘p’, “I need to see the Tooth Fairy as soon as possible so I’m going to sleep now. Love you,” she said again.

“Okay, we get it,” Steve laughed. “I love you too.”

“I love you three,” you added before giving her a forehead kiss of your own. “Sweet dreams.”

She waved you off as you both left her room, “don’t let the bed bugs bite!” she called after you.

“Do we have any glitter left?” Steve asked as you closed the door.

“There should be a little left in the office.”

“Great. I’ll be in bed in a little. A half hour at the most. Pick out a good movie for us to watch when I get back?”

“Of course,” you hummed before giving Steve a gentle peck. He had that concentrated look on his face, his brows slightly creased as if he was deep in thought. You weren’t exactly sure what he was planning, but you knew he’d be a damn good Tooth Fairy.

----

In the morning, you didn’t wake up to the sound of your alarm. No, you woke up much earlier to the squeal of your daughter as she did laps around your house, waving a pink card and a twenty dollar in her hands. 

“Look! Mommy!” she pounced on top of you after bursting through your door, making you grunt aloud. “Twenty whole dollars. I’m gonna buy a car!”

You were still quite groggy from just waking up, but that didn’t seem to stop your child’s ramble. 

“The Tooth Fairy said she’s gonna make a necklace of my tooth, ‘cause it’s the best she’s seen in a while. Maybe ever.”

What the fuck, Steve. A tooth necklace? Although Sarah didn’t seem too put off by it. 

“I think I have a new wiggly too,” she began to demonstrate, putting her hand into her mouth to show you. “She’s gonna be so happy to have two of my perfect teeth on her necklace.”

For some reason, you didn’t see your daughter giving this up any time soon. Steve had created a monster and he didn’t even know it. In fact, he’d only woken up once Sarah leaped on top of him. 

You closed your eyes to try to make the most of the hour you had left before your real alarm went off, and tuned out the recap that Sarah was giving your husband. You only had about five minutes of peace before James burst into the room with a bit of a bone to pick with everyone.

“MOM! Why does the Tooth Fairy have favorites?”

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At the zoo

Peter: So what are they in for?

Tony: They aren't in prison

Harley: So they can leave?

Steve: Well, no

Y/n, pointing at a penguin: I bet that one killed someone

Hi, so marvel fans or more specifically Bucky fans, I need your help. So I’m trying to find this one Bucky fic, and I need help, so I’m gonna describe it.

Bucky’s at therapy and he gets a call from the reader, and the therapist (forgot her name) tell him to answer on speaker and he does and he has this whole conversation with the reader and it’s just pure fluff and he says he hates therapy but promises to keep going because the reader wants them too. Please help me find it! I really really like it and wish I reblog do it but I didn’t and now I’m regretting it.

Thank you!!

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Y/n, Gibbs, and DiNozzo are sitting on a bench

McGee: Why do you guys look so sad?

Y/n: Sit down with us so we can tell you.

*McGee sits down*

DiNozzo: The bench is freshly painted.

This is all good! I can’t wait for the next part!! ❤️

Since some of you wanted a part two I decided to make this a mini-series that'll consist of several little parts :)  I'll add the main headline when I come up with something. This will do for now. Hope y'all like it!

(MISSED BREAKFAST II)

SMARAGDS AND SCARS

Warnings: kidnapping, getting beaten up, mentions of death

Part I :

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MISSED BREAKFAST

I dont know what this is, but I wanted to write something ;) "Have you seen her?" Ducky asked, looking at the team while he stood in the mi

The team could tell he was feeling off.

Constantly rushing through your appartment, barking orders in a bad mood. But they understood.

They all wanted to find you as quick as possible.

"She will be okay, Jethro." Ducky patted his friends shoulder gently. Jethros blue eyes flashed in anger.

"You don't know that."

"Gibbs, we won't find her sooner the grumpier you get..." Jack stated.

The supervisory agent sighed.  "Better find her." He murmured angryly and dissapeared in your bedroom.

That bastard had gotten you. He was almost certain.

You had shot his brother a week ago.

Not because you wanted of course.

You didn't have a choice.

Otherwise he would've killed Gibbs.

So you had pulled the trigger and shot the younger Miller-brother right into the heart.

He remembered how frustrated you were after.

You didn't want to kill him. He was younger than you are and it made you hate yourself that you destroyed such a young life.

So you told him in his basement with a glass of Bourbon in your hand.

He smiled at the thought of that evening.

It had been the first in a longer time that you two have  had a few quiet hours alone.

And enjoyed it, you did. He couldn't remember sleeping much that night.

"Boss, I found something."

He didn't hear McGee entering the room, so his voice made him wince.

He turned, facing his senior agent. There was something in his hand. A broken piece of glass. One of many in the living room. What made this piece so special was the smeared blood on the edge.

He swallowed hardly.

"Bag it in, McGee."

The agent left, already asking Torres for a plastic bag.

Gibbs made his way to the window of your bedroom.

A normal sight.

The street, the opposite house, boys playing catch and your car.

Wait.

He squinted his eyes.

That wasn't yours. Wrong license plate.

So where was your car? You usually parked it in front of your house in the same place every time.

You had proudly told him a while ago that you had convinced your neighbour to hand over his parking lot to you.

Walking back into the room with the main crime scene his eyes searched the floor for any forgotten evidence. His eyes stopped at the sight of the broken glass pieces.

He could only imagine what happened, but the thought of you being hurt scared him, made him angry.

Jack must've noticed his facial expression, because he felt her hand on his shoulder. He stood before him, forcing his eyes to meet hers.

"Hey...you okay?" Her voice was soft. She knew how much you meant to him.

"Yeah. I am fine."

He could see that she was also worrying for you.

"She'll be okay, Gibbs."

His jaw clenched, not trying to form an answer. He knew they all just wanted to comfort him.

But it got on his nerves. You were in serious danger and all they managed to say was "She'll be alright." and  "Everything will be okay."

He placed a lot of authority in his voice.

"Bishop!"

She appeared in the doorframe almost immediatly.

"Yeah, Gibbs?"

"Let everyone search for her car. It isn't there."

She gave him a quick nod, pulling her phone out of the pocket and disappearing into the kitchen with the device on her ear.

He turned to Jack. "Can you go over the profile of the older Miller- brother again? Tell me who he is exactly."

She looked at him a little confused. "You think it is him?"

"Definitly."

He gave him a pet on his chest.

"Don't worry cowboy. I'm on it. Your gut is famous, even in California."

She gave him a reassuring smile before she was gone.

He didn't feel like smiling. Instead he paid a visit to the bathroom.

Torres had checked the room for further evidence.

"Nothing, Gibbs."

Gibbs cursed a little, checking the room briefly with his eyes.

"Do you have a theory?"

The black-haired agent looked couriously at his boss.

Gibbs pursed his lips.

Another punch got you out of your thoughts. You hoped the events in your appartment would be exactly as you had imagined them. If so, they'd find you.

You felt another painful impact on your face, making you moan. You spit the blood caused by the hit onto the ground and caughed. Your eyes watered and you felt warm blood making its way out of your nose flowing over your lips. The metallic taste on your tongue made you shiver.

"You killed him!"

The man before you was middle-aged, brown haired with intense green eyes. His one cheek was decorated with a huge scar which looked like it was caused by a knife.

You knew that face.

You knew that man.

But he didn't know you knew him better.

Better than he did himself maybe.

During your profiling training you had taken a look at the file of the most-searched brother duo in eastern-USA.

The Miller-brothers.

You've even added your own respected opinion into the description. You had spent hours trying to understand the background of these siblings.

To this moment you still weren't sure if you had succeeded.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you!"

He roughly snatched up your head, forcing your e/c- coloured eyes to meet his.

They remembered you of angryly flashing broken smaragds.

Swallowing hardly you stared at him, trying to catch your breath. Your scalp burned where his hands grabbed your hair to keep you in place.

His voice was a whisper.

A dangerously quiet whisper.

"I will make you regret killing him."

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