#// Probably got a wee bit caught off guard from someone cursing

[dreamybandee]

Here lies a dee that’s way too round to see the banana peels underneath him. It really slipped past him.

[muffindaddystyles]

Harry Styles x Barista!Reader.

Smut, pain kink and over-stimulation.

Mentions of past trauma and healing!

MASTERLIST, LETS TALK LOVIES!

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His breath smells of strawberries and coffee, plushie lips dangerously close to her's making her half voracious gaze flicker between his lips and up at Tofu, kiss him kiss him you bloody fool, reeled in her head, "here lemme . . ." He notices her jitteriness fetching the birdy for her. She hiccups with a suck of breath when his knuckles brushed the inside of her palms while giving Tofu to her.

"Oi, Harry budge over you bugger!!" She hisses with sleepy voice but in return he squishes her more.

OR

Y/N has a phobia for needles and Harry's her damsel in distress.

//

Something about bungalows not having stairs makes Y/N's cheeks puffs out in disappointing amazement. The fact she couldn't even climb at the rooftop when the summer sky's ornamented with cosmic stars twinkling with the each buzz of music from inside. She hiccups a giggle when the cool zephyr blew her frock away giving out a glimpse of her itty-bitties, glad no-one's in the diameter to have a show. The discernment falls to nothingness when she hears distinct rustle of someone behind the fat‐very-rooty-tree, it widens her eyes into saucers as she blinks comically.

It's not a squirrel she could tell. Couldn't be Ronny who went to take a wee cause all the darn washrooms inside were occupied and his bladder being the weakest, he went for a bush.

But, that bush's behind her and for a moment she forgot her friend even existed since she muted out his piss taking whistle a while ago.

All her frenzied assumptions fails when two figures camouflaged in the darkness tumbles from behind the tree. Her cheeks splashes with burning crimson when they separate with a loud, wet kissing noise and the two men doesn't seem any shy about it unlike Y/N who's foozling the frill of her dress as if she got caught in the middle of a fuck in public loo. Not that, it everrr happened with her, still she has an example set for such incidents.

"Oh, hi." The warble of unprevious voice wins in gaining her attention and she tries to squint through the pocosin of his eyes which glimmers under moonlight if she glances away too quick, she startles in her spot when a gruff voice speaks over them, "Ronny couldn't even occupy a shot of vodka in his bladder." She couldn't seem to flit her gaze away from his cherry of lips glistening from whatever activities they were having before (the only features she could see in such illumination) as the other guy and Ronny bantered off passing a cig in between them.

"Oi, shut up will ya." Ronny locks his arm with Y/N and she flinches that he hasn't even washed them yet, "c'mon truffles we don't wanna be here." He announces dragging her away and the humid air around them bubbled with chuckles.

"Huh." She quips all lost between the interaction and accidentally bumping into two beautiful men kissing eachother, she's totally jealous! Poor thing tries to jerk the mud from her toes and to have a last glimpse of the man with marble irirses.

"D'ya think I've a chance with that daddy-long- legs-one? Dunno, but he intimidates me so bad." Ronny whispers to her and she frowns sniffing with her already runny nose from being a bit tipsy, it's making her bouncy little by little and she knows the bevvys she had will have a full swing within the night, "why? He seems nice."

"His hotness truffles, it intimidates me." He scrapes his already chipped nail polish after washing his hands from the basin throwing towel at her face, she just sighs putting it back in the rack.

"How about you talk to him first." Parties has teeny perks of them and gigantic disadvantages 1) Ronny gets a school crush at every boy he looks at. 2) They get more sweaty, stinky, gluey and more wilder till the clock hits 4 am. Honestly, even if it wasn't for the free bevys she would have never stepped in.

"That's the hard part." They push people aside like stuffies getting cursed and groped in return.

"He's not gonna know himself, Ron, you dump-stick." Good she doesn't need to yell like before as the music has dimmed to a hum possibly about to shut down within minutes. Halting, beside some people crowded alongside the couch some sitting on it and their confused heads shots up at first at the sound of familiar vibrations.

The worst scenarios of someone having a bullet up in their hole and peeps around having a show passes for a mere sec in their heads, together, that's why they're friends since the first semester of UNI.

But, upon seeing what's the ruckus about Ronny shakes his head in utmost panic, "oh no . ." He tries to escape from her grip but she tugs him from collar, "Please Ronny, swear 'm ready to over come my fear! Nothing's gonna happen to me." They stand beside the guy sheepishly (like two elementary kids deciding who'll step inside the staff room first) a gun perched in his hand and Y/N realizes that he indeed's the same guy she met outside, this time she could see him properly and those hickorey of curls brushing the eternity of his popping clavicles.

His back to them but she could see the flex of his muscles from under the sheer black of his shirt with the each movement he does with his gun, she admits that he got prettier back than her.

"Ey Harry this's my friend Y/N and she wanna overcome her phobia of needles, be a damsel in distress pal." So, they know eachother. The whizz of gun stops midway and he dismisses the drunk dude under him tilting his chin to meet her eyes, and it was worth it as it took tiny gasp from her.

He's way beautiful than he was in the darkness.

Ronny was right. It daunts her a bit. The name Harry itself is some kind of royalty.

"Oh, hi there, again." He greets her with a warm smile and it glitter-glittery her insides, will you please not she scolds herself. It's probably the alchol her subconscious assures her but her nervousness from the idea of really doing this says otherwise.

"Have a seat, love." Oh holy goodness. He's as sober as judge and she at whole is miffed.

//

Harry isn't a popular senior. No. His charm's something that woos everyone and his name's always on the top list of invites, he avoids them though unless it's his closest friend. Him remaining to himself has casted a spell on everyone that his personality's intimidating and he's this sex god who has an only concern with fucking people.

He could be called a nerd from his grades everytime being higher than last semester but his attire and being a shining star of the Christmas tree gives it away.

Everyone likes him, ah-ah no everyone absolutely loves him. The thing's he has never felt the same in his twenty-one years of life and that's a fat bummer.

He just gives that "please stay away from me" aura, brows always sewn together and bottom lip jutted makes him appear rather passive aggressive to strangers (well the people who knows him loves him for being the most chill person walking around them).

Right now, he got a tat gun in his hand and everyone's getting a drunk tattoo for the remembrance of this stupid party or just that they've a kink for pain, possibly for humiliation too because what could a tattoo gotten in an unconscious state could bring you?

"Y'alright there?" He asks her and she bobs her head clamping her hands shut in her lap. The rainbow broch on his loafers intrigues her about his fashion senses, it makes her jealous she can't afford to have her own style, "Yeah!" She avoids to even give a spare glance to the gun in his hand because she knows the moment she'd, it will make her dizzy.

She feels bad for cliff hanging him to herself only but he doesn't seem to mind at all. Waits patiently for her to guard herself as Ronny pats her back like she's about to summo wrestle.

"Want me to start it?" He knows how bad it's for some people. Many times he had an encounter with weak hearted persons who got dragged into his parlour by their friends and ended up running away, "Can you give me a moment?" She lifts her head towards him and it makes his forehead knit into concerned lines.

The poor bug's giving a purple face as if she's about to throw up and her ears pink.

"Take all y'want, darlin'." His gentleness flows over her head, she thinks that the music has died or she has gone deaf, can't be neither, cause no-way that such a sweet call wouldn't make her toes all gooey.

"'M ready!" She puffs out a huge exhale moving her shaking wrist nearer to his grasp and he gives her a comforting look before wrapping his fingers one by one around her delicate wrist, skidding the stool he's been sitting on closer to her, "al'ight truffles 'ere we go — wouldn't hurt promise." He decides to stick with truffles since Ronny calls her with the nickname everytime he's at Harry's. Thought his blabbers of his friend were exaggerated coating of sugar but when she's sitting infront of him with those glinting eyes and soft flesh in which his lanky fingers seems to turn pudgy, he gets it why he calls her that.

He keeps on glancing up at her to see if she's okay — she has her hand placed atop Ronny's thigh while he distracts her with his "let's throw shade at mean bitches together" game and Harry just hovered the nib of it over her skin when she passed out but Ronny quickly placed his palm against her cheek to pull her back towards his shoulder.

"'M good . ." She comes back from it with a weak whsiper-y voice trying to straighten up but the instant her already blurry vision falls at the needle again making a line so small it isn't even visible she passes out again and this time Ronny seems unfazed talking to a girl beside him (trust the lad they've done it multiple times but the pain and fear of needles never let her have a single tattoo inked on her skin), leaving Harry to sweat over her.

Sighing he shuts down the machine putting it aside and presses the back of his hand against her forehead --- to be more appropriate, and when she remains as if in the land of nod completely knackered out and woolly in Ronny's arms he realizes that she has passed out for real.

"Truffles?" He doesn't get a response from her.

//

She puffers out her lips blowing raspberries gazing at the sunny sky from the clear glazed window of the shop, chin resting in the softness of her palm as the cosy hall of it emptied from the rush the time it striked noon. The start of her shift's always effete and warm with honey-bees buzzing over the pots of pastel flowers outside, but the evenings are most tiresome and she has to do the closing in a grumpy mood.

"Can you pass me the icing tube, forgot it under the counter shelf 'cos of that pain in ass customer." He's their regular. Has constant complaints that their tarts are too sugary and they need to thicken the formula for their lattes, Y/N just bobs her head at his tantrums finding a way to shoo him away with a promise of next time, "yeah uhh — " Gripping the edge of marble counter she squats down and giggles at herself as she looks funny with her knees making a tent of her ruffle frock.

The door-bell chimes indicating the presence of someone but she goes for her rampage knowing Cora's there to attend them and she was about to pull her head back when she hit it quite painfully against the upper shelf, "Ow!!" She squeaks rubbing the sore spot stabling herself while Cora chuckled taking the tube from her hand to go inside.

She never expected someone to occur at this hour, moreso, she never expected someone like him to pop out of nowhere at their shop. He just doesn't seem like a person to have a merry making at little cosy cafés all to himself, it's been driving her crazy, she cringes at herself everytime when the humiliation of passing out infront of him invades her thoughts.

Half of her heart wanted to see him again and other half was glad she never bumped in him — but seems like nature was evily against her.

"Oops hi!" When she couldn't fiddle with anything she adjusts her frilly apron and with her wrist brushes her loose tresses away which her bow failed to keep. He blinks for several times sipping in the consequence, though it gives her time to take in his appearance.

He's yet again, wearing a sheer shirt with white flower buds spiraling from his abs towards the broad of his chest displaying his inked skin underneath beautifully — it shimmers every time he shifts on his feet letting the sunlight fall on him. His curls tamed and silkier than before, he groomed himself too good it puts Y/N to shame for being a girl, a careless one.

"You work here?" He asks with a drawl as if he has a all the time to dedicate to her, "nope just broke in to do a fat robbery — wanna join?" He cackles, hard it quelled his tummy and it also made her smile blushy-ly that he didn't find her humour boring.

"Okie . . S' what you'll have?" Brassing the belly of his nose he clears his throat roaming his eyes to catch a perfect spot, "'s okay if'll be waitin' fo' someone there?" He points at the nook aligned with the fuchsia coloured book shelves, wooden pots hanging and embroidered throw pillows piled and some overflowing from the love seats.

"Totally!!" She chirps. The thought of him waiting for a date sinks summat a tiny globe of mud in her stomach and dunno why — She wishes she could've things that other people have without burning themselves in effort unlike her.

She watches him getting comfortable, scrutinising around with curious and adorable big peepers. He'd give her a shy smile everytime he'd catch her staring and she'd just shake her head treating her back to track, that he's on a date, but not with you.

She didn't forgot to ask him if he needs anything putting a glass of water at his coffee table without him requesting, it's perpetually hot and even her throat'd get dry after some minutes. He's been here for two hours and even though the weather cooled down spotting pearly drops of rain, perspiration still beaded at his forehead.

The bustle of on goers kept on dying and she feels bad for him, knowing the end of it, she's been there before many times. Even visualised it at this same shop far more she should thinking the world's kind enough to even let their date know with q single message.

Sensing his timorousness she paddles towards him getting a coconut cookie from the jar, onto the plate and sliding it in his line of vision. He seems flustered — everytime they've interacted she's the one to be not in one place and now he's ripping the threads of his tattered skinny jeans.

"You can munch on this cookie, if you want to!" He looks back and forth between the cookie and her, fuziness spreading in his chest glad at her kindness and enough trust in him to not to kick him out, "Thank you." He grabs it taking a bite and she giggles when in the single one he left no crumbs behind, his mouth's big, shut it already! and so pink so pulpy, oh my goodness I hate youuu!!

"'M sure your friend's on way, it's rainy, might —" He cuts her off with a dissapointed spurt of breath, "dunno." He sulks into sofa folding the corner of book's page.

"You still've an hour till the cáfe closes, don't loose hope!" She pats his shoulder and he gives her a weak smile doing that bunny scrunch of his nose, combing his already wrecked hair and thanks her for the next thousand time.

//

Harry had worst dates. This seems to top them. To be honest because of Y/N being here. What will she think? What if she thinks it's his fault? That he's a broken dummy who nobody wants to date? He wants to grumble and call his date to end things but he waits patiently as the sky turned lilacs of night.

Y/N feels remorseful and angry at the person who stood him up this pathetically. With a sad sigh she turns the closed sign to display outward silently looking at him while he's in his own trance, she disappears into the kitchen and Cora gives her a knowing eye.

"Not believing in love's my greatest descion up till far. It's impossibly hard out there." She retorts. Placing a hot chicken steak atop the alfredo pasta and sprinkles parsiman making it appetizing, "Tell him to better end things with a pig like them." She says in all seriousness handing the tray to Y/N.

He's there. Gazing outside with lips pressed into a thin line and he seems down with his loose errand of curls tucked into a man bun now, a perfect hairdo outta frustration "Harry." She keeps her voice low not to startle him gaining his attention.

"You didn't have to." He shakes his head and she made a noise un-recognized by him putting the tray on the table and moves the ottoman with her feet closer to him sitting on it, "let's be eachother's date for a day." She hands him a fork and he accepts gladly. His sulkiness wooshing away when she digs in taking a bite and smearing the sauce all over her lips.

"If you don't mind me asking, is it the same behind-the-tree guy?" He nods. She frowns spitting grumpily, "what a prat." With the help of knife she tears the steak equally sliding it to his side and he smiles boyishly sucking the corner of his lip inside.

"'M sorry, Harry." She squeezes his knee and it bundles up the air in his lungs, "'s okay truffles — glad you were there fo' a rescue."

"Y/N." She tells him forwarding her hand to shake and he slips his calloused ones to envelop her warmth. His cheeks turns pink when his stomach made noises of starvation, "you need to eat c'mon!" She nudges his elbow and he obliges.

After, filling their tummies satisfied and full she hands him a cuppa of latte with a foamy sleeping kitty floating over it she even made two eyes and the uwu kitty smile with the cocoa powder, "pardon me if it seems like I murdered the poor thing . . . 'm still learning from Cora." His giggles were absolutely amazed and gleeful.

"It looks so good, I don't feel like stirin' it." He pats the bum of steamed floffy kitty with the curve of his tea spoon and it makes her giggle some. Relishing onto strawberry pastries and crumpets oozed into butter, sipping onto their lattes, watching the sky turning dark with the rain while Cora left them hours ago to themselves.

She puts a velvet cloak around herself after closing the shop and Harry waits for her as she takes her bicycle, "Thank ye' Y/N. 'S kind of you." He stirs his gaze from his shoes to her face smiling brightly at her and she waves him off with blushy cheeks, they walk along under the shelters of sideways shops avoiding to get soaked while she holds the steering of her bicycle.

"You can lounge at my place, till the rain stops." When he shakes his head she quips turning into the street, "I insist." They stop infront of the old white sculptured building having two floors in total.

The first thing she does entering into her flat's greet Tofu (it's a Bush-tit a white furball with two curious tich button eyes) leaving Harry to get out of his shoes and slip into her house ones (they barely fits him -- making him chuckle at the size difference).

His eyes giving a beautiful glimmer under the glow of the yellow light as he looks around the space, it's simple, with a bedding on wooden floor, a circle shelf against the window lined up with green plants, a desk opposite to it and a golden standing cage of her pet bird.

"Hi bubba missed me much?" She opens the cage to let it out and the chonky white bird sits on her fingers happily, "Harry meet Tofu." His lips curve upward at the lil thing as he caress it's fluffy head.

"Tofu looks like a snowball." He muses with bambi eyes and she agrees with excitement, "Sometimes I wanna squish him, cause he's just too cute." His eyes widens comically laughing softly at her statement.

"Evil thought said out aloud with cuteness still remains evil, love." Tofu hoped over Harry's finger and he takes him towards his shoulder making it sit there but he has another plans, to rest his furry bum over Harry's head making both of them giggle, "c'mon now birdy time to fill your tummy." She tip-toes to catch him in her palms and knocks her nose with Harry's in the way.

His breath smells of strawberries and coffee, plushie lips dangerously close to her's making her half voracious gaze flicker between his lips and up at Tofu, kiss him kiss him you bloody fool, reeled in her head, "here lemme . . ." He notices her jitteriness fetching the birdy for her. She hiccups with a suck of breath when his knuckles brushed the inside of her palms while giving Tofu to her.

"Make yourself home!" She announces going to feed her pet and Harry flops onto her bed quite comfortably with his sweny legs stretched wide over the floor. They watched episodes of 'Bridgeton' wounded under her blankets and she almost fell asleep when he offered her genuinely.

"I'll help ye' have a tattoo, tiny atleast."

"Means alot to me." She yawns pondering with lug brain whether to snuggle into him or not, she did anyways. In the morning she was woken up by cold sheets and beeps of messages from Harry that made her feel she endured wings of fairy and she's bathing in the glitter of happiness.

//

She stares at the shop infront of her in amazement. It's friday night. She winded up all her assignments and came to this place exactly how it was mentioned in the address, when she enters inside spare teens and a bulky man was waiting outside the office thing-y . . .? Y/N presumes — an assistant chewing loudly on her gum talking onto phone with someone in hushed bratty tone and when Y/N knocks at the counter her piercing stare startles her a bit.

"Yes?" How rude! Y/N thinks with a pouty lip at her striking tone and she clears her throat, "'m here to meet . . . Harry." The snarky assistant rolls her eyes dismissing Y/N quickly to move back to her lazying, "He's busy." Y/N picks her finger to interject murmuring something under her breath and strolls back to wait with everyone.

Sun sets outside shimmering evening pink inside the lobby and the door atlast opens making her head perk up, "pet?" He looks sternly to his assistant but she doesn't seem fazed.

"Harry." Y/N grins, "Fo' how long you've been here?" She feels good someone's caring for her even though it's just for the fact she waited some hours for him, "doesn't matter can 've a tour?" He nods and the bratty assistant eyes him furiously taking Y/N's hand to lead her.

Harry watches her with dimply smile when she babbles at the details of his working station, "do I sit here?" She asks excitedly and he shakes his head, "yes, you may." They scrutinise through his sketches of designs together and she squeezes his wrist.

"Harry you're so talented! Look at 'em." He never felt this flustered with the compliments before button nose scrunching adorably. She chooses a a small plain jamsine flower nothing more, nothing less watching collect things for the process, "it's one of me mama's favourite." He exclaims rather proud snapping the latex gloves round his wrist.

"Where d'ya want it?"

"Where it hurts less." She replies wiping the sweat away with her frock, "it's outer shoulder, yer arm, calves and arse — " His mischievous grin awfully stretchy and she she slaps his bicep playfully.

"Outer shoulder?" She tells him confused to herself. He agrees strolling his stool near to her as she turns her back to him; his fingertips twitches when he pushes her hair to the side.

"Can you uh . . mm." She groans trying to reach for the zipper of her frock and he smoothes down his erratic heartbeat muttering, "yeah sure." She digs her nails into the delicate flesh of her palms when his calloused cold knuckles brushed deliberately against her skin while skimming the zip down slowly. Her eyelids flutter like butterfly wings when he slides her sleeve down her arm revealing her shoulder and it's so supple that Harry had to come back from his reverie; lick his lips to moisture.

He applies the numbing cream and she hisses softly the leather of seat sticking to her calves, her nerves jumbles and body startles when Harry starts the gun without warning her.

He loops his arm around her waist atop her thigh massaging it assuringly — sure it did nothing but to make her core throb insatiably as his rasp melted in her ears, "you're okay puppy." She gulps saying no word feeling her body getting hot at the each stroke of his thumb over her waist line.

"Ah -- Harry." She gasps out of air grasping his hand tightly at the sting of pain. She's baffled at the reactions of her body, her panties getting wet and the displeasing constant pricking of needle quenching out noises she never thought she was able to give out. When she whines and squirms Harry presses her down with force shushing her, "bug just a mo' it's smaller and would be done in seconds." She kisses her teeth bobbing her head vigorously and Harry chuckles at her effort remaining polite.

"Done!" He announces pulling away to admire it and when he hears the lil sniffles he quickly leaves everything sitting infront of her on the seat, "darlin' don't like it when ye' cry." He wipes her tears away not even glancing at her exposed collarbones and the plump flesh of her tits barely covered with her arm.

Soft and squishy, soft and squishy, soft and squishyyyyy.

His mind screams but her whimpery voice distracts him, "'m just gleeful that I've a tattoo because of you." He wraps it up expertly and zips her dress back with ever gentleness, "happy tears then?" She giggles with a grateful nod.

"Want a hug?" He thinks she deserves one for being brave and nice against her fear, "cuddle me up." She murmurs with swollen eyes and peachy cheeks. Uff — it stirs his cock in his jeans arousing the need to be with her everytime.

He rests his chin mushily into the crook of her neck swarming his arms around her waist to squeeze her warmly and she snuggles against his throat, damp lips puckering against his adam apple making it bob.

He feels jammy to be able to have a moment like this with her.

"Chinese takeout?" He collects his sketch journals, his phone, fedora apparently, keys of his motorbike and a spare helmet for her, "Yes please!"

//

They ate the take out perched against his bike with the meadow vast laying feet aways from them, under the breezy sky they conversed and Harry already got a tender spot for her in his heart. He never reaches to a stage where he could get to know someone with this passion and Y/N isn't from someone who'd guard herself from him just because his father was in the bad business.

As the evening brisked with cool dew of summer grass Harry leaned into her more and more.

He finds her little things infatuating, her bonding with Tofu and her dire wish to make good bum steamed kitties on the lattes, she has an irrefutable love for floral dresses and her homely habbit is doing ribbon work.

She got to know that Harry owns the tattoo shop, teaches few blokes the skill of it in free hours. He'ad attended lots of parties raving ones and the boring ones of higher socials, never lets any stranger step inside his loft which's situated upstairs of his shop. His father does all the criminaly things, he's this master mind in doing the evil things for people from getting money out of their enemies yada yada and Harry despises him for it, moreso, that he left them. He doesn't want to be associated with him in any case — he's none like him, he's kind and soft-hearted like his mother.

Y/N loves his goofy side. The one that cracks jokes and puns -- makes her fall in love with him without her even trying.

Last and foremost he has the render love for sheer shirts — told her he has shimmery ones for the fancying off.

"S'm no stranger then." She quips beside his shoulder as Harry unlocked his home's door. He glances her timidly amicably hovering over her lips, "absolutely not, yeh me bezzy." He raises his fist and she bumps it giggling.

//

Y/N that night sleeping on his bed dreamt of them laying together into the pillows of growing daffodils of meadow, lining up the stars in the sky and tell each other what they made ----- galloping rabbit, a slipping cake and she'd laugh with ugly snorts when Harry tells her that he sees a massive dick.

His grin proud and mellow to make his bezzy laugh. She squeaks when he pulls her onto him but soon her dreamboat sinks as she stirs at the warmth swallowing her whole.

She startes from her blurrines at something trapping her down till she recognizes the familiarity of two mascular arms sewn around her waist and what the fuck?

Harry made a makeshift pallet on the floor and right now she's all over him, pressed tightly against his chest — her cheeks turns red with embarrassment from being this clumsy and falling over him in her sleep.

"Oi, Harry budge over you bugger!!" She hisses with sleepy voice but in return he squishes her more.

Taking her face out of his neck she admires the softness of his features when he's asleep and the dotting of beautiful moles, sighing a huge relaxed puff of breath and canoodles into him like an affection starved kitty.

//

It's another cool rainy day and Y/N keeps on swabbing the droplets of water off from her eyes with her elbow trying to paddle her bicycle. She was on her way to Harry's when the skies betrayed her. Standing on his doormat she soaks it completely waiting for him to answer the door, sad, that her gift was ruined too.

"Lovin' ye'll catch a cold – shit come inside." Concerned he ushers her inside his loft, halts in his tracks when she remains behind adoring a gruffy pout, "what is it?" He asks walking to her and cups her cheeks the instant.

"Embroidered ye' a shirt 's destroyed now." She raises it to show him and he stares it for good seconds before swiping her off the floor – hugging her to radiate the sentiment of endearment he carries for her in his heart. It bloats her cheeks pressed against his clavicles and her feet dangles as he sways them with a happy noise of favourite melody she's unfamiliar with, "Thank you, thank you, thank you." He kisses her temple and it lingers at the tip of his tongue.

I could kiss you right fuckin' now, pet.

"Harry you got wet too, dummy!!"

"Oops, guess we both have to change now."

Harry already set mixers for her on the luke points so that she wouldn't have to pull out her hair just to take a shower (his shower's quite complicated) leaves his shirt and boxers for her on his bedside, putting the lilac sheer shirt she embroidered for him in the dryer.

When she comes outside with trippy hair he already has two glasses of wine filled and windows closed to keep her warm.

She isn't a wine person. She was never able to afford it and it never settled with her tummy (she shares too much and feels bubbly with the rose coloured bevvy). Harry's gaze rakes from floor to her ankles snapping directly to her face and it's just snoggles his heart with fondness, seeing her drooled in one of his shirts.

"Need ya not to worry ye'r gift is good as before." He assures her and she flops onto the sofa beside him, "Thank you Y/N." He says genuinely and she waves him with small smile, "hush you."

They drink in silence, then soon it rośed their cheeks and noses making them giggly and floaty. A bottle gone in just a span of a time. She rumbles her lips stretching out, the twinkle of her belly showing and he does the same, eyeing him she slides down on the floor perching her elbow over the coffee table and YET AGAIN HE FOLLLOWS HER ACTIONS.

"Are you mimicking me?" She squints at him and he squints back, "are ye' mimickin' meh?" She smacks his bicep playfully and when he does the same though the force of it lighter than her's adoring mischievous grin making her squeal with chuckles, "Harry!"

He quips back in equal girlish pitch, "Harry!" blinking peepers up at her softly — to test her fates, the recipe of her drunken state and her heart bursting with affection for him she jests at him.

"I like you and might be falling in love with you." She says without holding back a breath and his eyes widen in an animated way chin slipping from his palm, "You what?" He's in utter shock. He has never come across the words she just said with so much delicacy and sincerity — it boggles him to an extent his tongue got tied.

"Say it back now, huh?" She smirks at him shaking from inside counting on to get rejected and ridiculed. Upset at herself more than him at his lack of response, clearing her throat she whispers.

"So — " But, her apology strucks in her throat when he pulls her to himslef with a gentle grip to her elbow. Grabs her jaw tenderly and with the ardent boldness smushes his lips against her's to seal his affinity for her in a kiss that's so soft it melts her inside. His hands brews at her sides and glides up to their destination, to cup her cheeks and deepen the kiss while billowing her in his lap comfortably. He devours the plumness of her lips, tracing the curve of her bottom one with his warm tongue and kisses the corner of her lips again and again making her puff out air from her nostrils.

He has kissed people and it was always to lead something to satisfy the cavity of loneliness, but this, this already feels like home sitting infront of the Autunm fire eating cookies and drinking milk. She feels like the mold he's meant to melt into and explore every ridge of it.

She doesn't not know what's filthier the string of spit that's connecting them or his raspberry lips that she could kiss and kiss for forever, he doesn't stop there pecks her several times with lil smooches, "You're really good at it." She winds her arms tight around the nape of his neck murmuring against him (she wants to make him feel appreciated), his cock chubbing up in his trousers and it lulls her head against his cheek upon feeling it. The thought of having him hard for her boasts the genitilty in herself and she kisses his smiling mouth.

"Wanna make ye' feel good." He presses his lips back against her's with more passion than before and tips her chin with his thumb to stamp lil pecks down her throat feeling his lips tingling to kiss her again, it's way better than he envisioned. Her softness could swallow him and the thought makes his hips stutter imagining his hard prick sucked inside her swelled up walls. His large calloused hands meander down her bottom taking the ripeness of it in a bunch of squeeze.

"On the bed." He pats her bum pinching it playfully and she squeaks obliging him giggles when she bounces over the bed. Him crawling behind her as lion ready to feast over a hare.

Leaning against the head of the bed he lays her between his wide spread legs, her back against his chest and their fronts facing the tall framed mirror infront of them.

"Comfy?" She bobs her head gulping cause no one has ever cared what'll be consuming for her and what not, "I want ye' to look in the mirror sweet girl, at us." He rasps in her ear stroking the hilt of her jaw in continuous circles and when she hums fluttering her eyelids, arching her back at the throb of her pussy and his dirtiness making her slick down to her bum he glides his thumb inside her mouth telling her to, "get 'em proper wet for me." She does coating his thumb with her saliva and flicking her tongue over it many time while he glazes his palms over her ribs, under the crescent of her tits shirt pulled to her collarbones.

She gags around his digit when he took her perky nipple in between his middle and index pulling it then kneads it with a kiss to her earlobe getting her out of his boxers telling her, "enough, pet." When she doesn't listen to him and kept on sucking thinking of his cock in her mouth he gruffs splitting her thighs apart and pressing the soles of her feet tightly against the mattress with his own ankles, "I said enough." Shushing her hungry kitten whimpers he trails his wet thumb down her fallen lip and chin, popping her shirt open and rims it around her areola, "s' soft wanna rub me cock between 'em tits." The shiver that hits her makes her squirm and Harry gives a chaste kiss to her open mouth putting his thumb at her entrance ready to play with her cunt.

"Your eyes open 'em fo' me, puppy." He ducks down to kiss her not letting her turn around himself so that her neck doesn't strain while caressing his fingers up and down in her slickness making soapy noises on purpose, when she finally looks in the mirror locking eyes with him as if he's holding the most precious gem in his arms — the sight turned her spine into a sharp arrow, "c - ca-can I've more?" She gasps squeezing his bicep pussy lips fluttering and her hole palpitates aching for him.

"My polite girl." He smiles awfully fonded at her and she nods licking her lips to speak, "'m good, good always." He pushes his two fingers inside her cunt and she moans with her whole will trying to sink herself to his knuckles nails digging into his shoulders, "I know ye'r." He assures her sliding them out and teasing her little pink asshole turning her into a whining mess.

She twitches around his fingers when he pumps them back along with her sticky wetness and fucks her with them, flickering her clit with his other hand and kneads the inside of her fleshy thigh. She gives out a gaspy moan of unbearable pleasure when his cock's stiffeness rubs between her asscheeks, "ye' feel it? S' fo' you, gonna stuff yeh full of me cock, fuck you nice n' warm and cum all over yer pussy. How you deserved to be fucked, is that okay?" She never expected him this much of a lewd talker — hell she didn't even expected him to step out of his conserved, rather shy demeanour, "yes, yes, yes." She visioned him as a curt dom, who's more into BDSM but he's warm and caring with her. Just in few second of them doing it he proved it how much he's loving to please her.

"Ah! 'm gonna cum . . . gonna —" His sweet vulgar words combined with him toying, rubbing and fingereing her already swollen pussy tips her to the edge she was desiring to get from him, "cum all over me fingers. Want it s' bad from ye darlin', to see you." He says in a tone that's on the verge of pleading but holds a commanding hint under it and with her bones all stiffing, her skin burning and heart buzzing she snaps into her own dreamy world gushing over his fingers with her juices.

"Oh . . Harry." She loudly mewls thrashing in his arms from the intensity of her orgasm and he holds her tight with his arms wrapped around her torso, kisses to the curve of her neck and exposed collarbones. He notices her stiring away from his hand due to sensitivity and takes out his fingers with a squelching popping noise that made her blink from her semblance. Her chest heaves as she watches him in the mirror licking her cum off his wrists with the tip of his pink tongue, "mhm tastes s' sweet." One by one he sucks his finger humming around them seductively spiking her insides yearing to be fucked by him, "just like you sweet puppy."

Gently laying her down he knees infront of her getting out of his flimsy shirt and Y/N admires the flounce of tattoos trailing from his pecks down his adorable love handles. Her gaze stops at the his happy trail leading down to where he's swelled up against his zipper and she hasn't seen someone so beautiful in her entire life, he shimmies his joggers down teasingly with a smirk and she whines hiccuping when his cock slaps against his lower abdomen making her eyes go wide.

"Oh my . . " She gasps at the gorgeous sight of his rock-hard cock between his supple thighs. He's beautifully big, satiny and a dot of shade lighter than his lips making his prick so kissable, would it even fit?? She could already imagine it stretching her out gracefully and stimulating her in ways her fingers could never, "you're so gorgeous button."

The shiny swollen tip, and the dollop of pre-come weeping down his slit alluring her to have him in her mouth but he strokes it not to waste it.

"What's the pout fo' darlin'?" He asks as she stares it making him all shy but he overcomes it persistent to make her feel good (she shared with him that she never knew what being cared feels like) he wanna gives her all lovin' as she did to him the day in cafe. Cups the nape of her neck to bring her for another kiss splitting his thumb into her hair and the moment is so vulnerable and saccharine as he snogs her to floatiness, "will make sure it fits — make you cum many times, baby." He flips her gently.

"On ye tummy fo' me, like an atta pup ye're." It knots her stomach into ropes and she jolts squealing softly into pillows when he smacked her peach watching it jiggle while tugging at his prick to coat it with his thick wetness.

He moans biting his lower lip lulling his head over his shoulders stroking the head of his cock between her asscheeks and round her entrance not pushing at once torching both of them, "you're so delicate wanna be slow with you." He whispers to her pressing his front against her shoulders while wrapping his hand around his shaft to push inside her.

"It's okay!" Her tiny squeaks rolls into a moan when the head of his cock settles inside her and when she twitches around it he cruffs a groan coaxing her sides, "shhh baby 's okay relax fo'me." Taking his hand away from around himself he places it atop her ass withdrawing and looking down to see her cunt glistening with his and her's wetness — then bottoming out deep inside her till his balls are snug against her bum. His stomach twists with pleasure at the warmth that blankets his cock completely making him hunch but he recoups with his arms pressed beside her temple.

The stretch that burns through her core's so pleasing and fulfilling. It hurts in a good way. She knows how patient and composed he's being for her, from the way he fattens tucked inside her walls and he slides his hand between her front and the sheets to caress her soft breasts moving with rough pace.

"Don't stop, please." She recites the mantra almost crushing his fingers with her grip around, it's alot, the constant rub of sheet against her clit and him driving inside her from behind with moans sexier than in erotic audio books. He draws loose circles over her mound making her thighs spread wider with the inability to hold them as he pinched her clit coercion her sensitive button, "oh my god . ." With the whimpers of his name she squirts around his cock and it makes her throw her hips at him.

When he pulls out to turn her on back she whines with a frown, heaving chest and coral cheeks looking totally fucked already, "wanna see ye'r face when you come . . . s' beautiful." He hisses hauling her legs around his waist lowering himself down to enter her with lil smooches to her cheeks, "cum again fo' me baby — yeah just like that squeeze on meh." He pounds her over and over grinding his pelvis against her's to stimulate her in every way.

Feeling the heat crackling in her bones and tummy she takes him by shoulders to cuddle him closer to her chest raising her hips to meet his's, a crying mess, with glossiness twinkling at the corners of her eyes as she comes with euphoria dawning upon her and Harry works her up again.

"Once more, love, i know you've one more fo' me." He gives out a purry groan biting her throat and the valley of her chest, snuggling against it with kisses — when she shakes her head through around him he lines up his nose against her nose petal–ling his lips over her's, "yes you could puppy my sweet — " His eyelids bolting shut at the built of up of his own release and the moment she cums with his cock now he shoots his thick spurt deep inside her.

"This's what it only took fo' you? Callin' ye mere sweet names." He fucks her through it and Y/N admits that he went with his promise --- fucked her like she had never before, they remain like that for some time catching their breaths and then he pulls out of her gently and pumps himself to empty his load shooting it over her pussy and abdomen, "you came so much." She says completely baffled and he steals a chaste kiss from her looking at the white ribbons sticking to her skin.

"Just for you, babyhun."

He tells her not to move and whisks away coming back with a pack of baby wipes. Her hearts swirls with so much fondness for him when he pats the wipes between his palms to get them less cold and shushes her with pecks when she hisses with sensitivity.

They take another shower, this time together and it's not sexual at all though alot of tired poofy kisses and cute yawns were included as they gave eachother shampoo massages and she'd cooe everytime untangling his long hickorey curl.

They changed the sheets (unapologetically very clumsily) and he fetches a glass of water for her making it drink her.

When they were cuddled awfully good he lifts his head up from it was nuzzled between her titties. His accent drawly and slippery from tiredness, "Y/N." He checks if she's asleep and she hums in response starting to play with his hair lazily.

"That day when me date didn't show up?" Witha half heart she hums again, she doesn't like to talk bout that day, because the hopelessness that conquered him that evening still makes her sad.

"I was glad ye' were there 'n 'm so so so thankful that he didn't show up. Else we wouldn't be here in eachother's embrace 'n me heart still'd been mournful to sleep in cold sheets waiting fo' me person." It's the most he has talked in his soberness. It wells up tears in both of their eyes.

"You're my person." She cradles his face hating it that he was kept so love starved his entire life and she gazes him dearly, sweetly, affectionately all the words that could describe love for someone spilling out of the chambers of heart.

"I want to love you so much, pet, make you me most treasured human hershey."

"I'm in, cuddle me up." He grins smauching a loud kiss to her lips and cosying back to his previous spot purring like a kitten thrown into heaps of fluffy blankets.

[yesmooshoe]

Pepperony Smut-Mas, day 6

Hey y’all! It’s been a minute. Sorry about that! Writer’s Block + Christmas = Having to take a wee break. But! Never fear. You will get 12 chapters, I promise!

Day 6 - Morning Tumble

Rating: Explicit Words: 1550ish Summary: Tony has had a bit of a sexy dream.

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As Tony’s eyes fluttered open, he was very disappointed to discover that he wasn’t fucking Pepper in the cockpit of the Millennium Falcon. It was a recurring dream, actually. He was dressed as Han Solo, of course, and she was in the white dress from A New Hope. On this particular morning he’d dreamt that he was sitting in the captain’s chair, staring out at the vastness of space while Pepper rode his cock relentlessly.

They weren’t in space, though. They were in Malibu. And it was a Thursday. And Pepper would have to go to work soon. But not that soon, and he knew how much she liked a morning tumble in the sheets.

Tony was on his back while Pepper was curled up on her side next to him, still asleep. He rolled over and settled against her, draping his arm over her stomach and trapping his half-hard cock against her ass. He started pressing gentle kisses to her neck while cursing the fact that she’d decided to sleep in a baggy t-shirt and shorts. Undeterred, he slipped a hand under the t-shirt and let it settle against her stomach as he continued to kiss her.

Pepper began to stir awake when she felt Tony’s cold hand against her warm skin. She hummed in approval of his kisses as she moved her hand over to run up and down his thigh.

“Hi.” She said sleepily.

“Hey babe.” Tony replied quietly in between kisses.

“Star Wars?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Where were we? Death Star?”

“Nooo. Falcon. Cockpit. It was awesome.” He chuckled out, nuzzling against the back of her neck. “Not as awesome as the real thing though. So if you’re interested in a little tussle before dealing with the hustle and bustle, I could probably be convinced.”

If Pepper’s eyes were open she would have rolled them. Instead she ran her hand over Tony’s ass and pulled him closer so that she could feel his cock against her. "Doesn't seem like you need that much convincing.”

“Well…”

“Go on then.” She said, giving his ass a squeeze.

Tony just giggled a bit, excited for what was coming next. He ran his hand up to cup her breast as he rolled his hips against her, desperate for a bit of friction.

Pepper wasn't quite awake yet, but she certainly wasn’t opposed to some sleepy morning sex. She pulled her hand away from him for a moment so that she could pull her shorts down, and once she managed to kick them to the side she snaked her hand down between her and Tony. She slipped her hand below the waistband of his boxers and ran her hand over his balls. She lingered there for a moment before wrapping her fingers around his cock, eliciting a positive sort of grunt from Tony. He just buried his face in the back of her neck as she started moving her hand up and down.

“Good boy, you’re always so horny in the morning.” She almost whispered.

“It’s cuz I can’t keep you out of my dreams.” He replied softly, which he knew was kind of cheesy but he didn’t care. It was true.

He pulled his hand away from her and pulled his boxers down to finally free his cock. He was now fully naked and pressed up against her warm, sleepy body, and he didn’t care if she kept the t-shirt on at this point since he had access to everything he’d need. She moaned out as he trailed his hand over her thigh and down over her cunt. He rested his palm against the soft patch of curls for a moment before dipping his middle finger between her folds to circle around her clit a few times. Pepper began to squirm a bit as jolts of pleasure began to shoot through her. She was ready for this.

“Already so wet.” He said before pressing more kisses to her neck and cheek.

He started dipping his finger in and out of her and they soon fell into a mellow rhythm with her still stroking his cock. They stayed like this for a while, just gently working each other up. Tony kept whispering soft I love you ’s against her skin as she let out small moans of approval. He just wanted to stay like this all day. All warm and wrapped up in each other.

“Tony…” She moaned out as her grip on his cock tightened. “Fuck me, Tony. Need you.”

“Thought you’d never ask.” He teased. He pulled his hand away from her and wrapped it around his cock, taking care to slick himself up. They shifted a little bit so that Tony had a better angle and before too long he lined himself up and pushed inside. When he bottomed out he stilled for a moment, just enjoying her warmth. He loved this position, with Pepper being the little spoon, and it was their go-to for sleepy morning sex.

Her hand rested on his ass while his fingers rested against her clit. He started moving them slowly, working her most sensitive area while he started rolling his hips. Pepper finally opened her eyes as he started to move, and she turned her head a bit so that she could get a look at him.

“Hi.” He said with a bright smile as he leaned in to give her a proper kiss, all the while still thrusting and teasing her clit between his fingers.

They maintained a slow, steady rhythm for a while and it felt like this was something they could easily do for hours. Just quietly fucking without a care in the world. Tony rested his head between her shoulder blades as he focused on his movements. Focused on feeling her and responding to her body. They didn’t need to speak, they just needed to let their bodies do what they needed to do. And after a while, they both just needed to cum.

Pepper cried out a bit as Tony picked up the pace with his fingers, caught off-guard by the sudden change. She squeezed his ass to urge him on before starting to rock back against him. He sucked in a sharp breath as she started to move in time with his thrusts, and he shifted a bit to give her a different angle as they both chased their release.

Pepper squeezed her eyes shut as he moved, and she started letting out short, high-pitched moans as his cock hit the perfect spot with every thrust. She could feel the pressure starting to build in her stomach and she started moving back against him faster and faster trying to figure out what she needed to push herself over the edge. Tony increased the pressure against her clit and rocked his fingers back and forth against her while rolling his hips in earnest.

There were still no words. Just soft cries of pleasure and the sound of their bodies moving against each other. Pepper bit her lip and squeezed his ass hard again, and with a few more thrusts she was there. She clinched her jaw as she came, letting the orgasm flow out through every part of her body while Tony continued to fuck her. He pulled his hand away from her clit and gripped her thigh so that he could continue moving through the aftershocks. She heard him start to take short, erratic breaths which meant that he was close, and she focused on moving back against him and tightening her muscles around his cock.

She was so wet and they were moving so fast now that he slipped out of her a few times, so he shifted and shortened his thrusts, which helped. He was now moaning out with each and every snap of his hips as he felt the pressure building more and more, and within moments he came hard, with his cries muffled against her back. As his cock emptied inside of her he slowed down, just savoring how she felt. How everything felt. He slid out of her as they both stopped moving and Tony want nothing more than to spend the rest of the day tangled together.

“Don’t go.” He whined while tightening his grip around her.

“Mmm gotta.”

“Noooo.”

“Yesss.”

“You’re no fun.” He said through a yawn.

Pepper let out a sigh and rolled over to face him. “Someone has to actually keep the company going. I can send in Dum-E if you'd like?”

“Hey he'd be great! Not as great as you though. Was that a good tussle?”

“Very good, but I’m sorry that I’m not Princess Leia.”

“It's ok. You’re better.”

Pepper just chuckled, falling in love with him a bit more.

“You don’t gotta go yet, right?” He whined again.

“No.”

“Kay.” Tony smiled as he pulled her on top of him.

They both closed their eyes again while breathing each other in. Within moments they both drifted off and stayed in bed for as long as they could. In the end, it was Jarvis threatening to turn on the sprinklers that convinced Pepper to get up and leave her sleepy boyfriend behind, but she was confident he’d be waiting for her when she got home.

[melyaliz]

Requested by @nilthanious​

Fandom: DC / Young Justice TV show 

Summary: Bart had never met anyone who glowed the way Gigi did. 

Pairing: Bart x OC 

Notes: Been craving some Gigi and Bart stuff 

Adi is owned by @nilthanious​

More Gigi stuff here 

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There are just some people in this world that seem to glow. 

Growing up in a literal apocalyptic wasteland Bart Allen hadn’t seen many positive people. Most broken by the hardships of the world around them. 

In fact, he had started to believe true happiness was just fake.  A way to lie, prove to others you could be trusted, you had something to sell.

That was until he met Gigi. 

So many moments her joy caught him off guard. Seemed so pure it blinded him to look at. 

“Wee woo weee woo coming through!!!” Faith’s voice echoed across the base as Gigi carried her on her back into the base. The red-haired girls left arm was twisted around her best friend’s leg as of acting as a cast. Both girls covered in some weird oil stuff. 

“What happened!??” Dick asked walking in as Gigi helped her best friend onto a stretcher. 

“A lot,” Faith said shaking her head small oil bits flying everywhere. Gigi couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Yeah, I sling-shot Faith from the rafters.”

“Which didn’t break my foot,”

“Yeah, that didn’t happen until the one guy started shooting that oil stuff out of his hands.”

“I slipped.” 

“It was the most graceful fall I have ever seen.” 

“Yep, I did a handstand and then my feet flew over me and I tried to catch myself and… you get the idea.” 

“I’m not sure I do but let’s get you fixed up.” Dick chuckled slowly rolling her away. Turning Faith waved at Gigi who waved back. Slow and dramadic, two best friends being separated by circumstances beyond their control. Who knew when they would ever see each other again, who knew what was in store for them.

Besides a cast and probably a late night of movies and ice cream that is. That, of course, was inevitable. 

“Hey, you guys ok?” Bart asked coming up behind Gigi as she stood alone in the large base’s “I heard things got kind of tricky.”

Gigi giggled turning to him giving him two thumbs up, that large smile that seemed to spread across her whole face, “yep, Faith and I can totally take on any baddies they throw at us. But thank you for asking, it’s super sweet of you to ask.” she said gently putting her hand on his arm. Genuine, that was what Bart always felt with her. She was so genuine with her emotions and feelings. Especially the positive ones. Mostly the positive ones. 

Looking back Bart wasn’t sure he had ever seen her upset. 

Did she even get up? 

“Oh, almost I almost forgot, we are doing a movie night with Jamie, Adi, Tim, and Conner.”

“Isn’t Conner out?” 

“Is he? I haven’t texted anyone yet, Faith and I just decided we were on our way back.” 

“Well count me in!” 

“YAY! I love hanging out with you and watching movies with everyone. I should make snacks, oh and I can’t forget to text them like last time. And Icecream, I hope they restocked the ice cream...” 

That energy, it was infections, it made Bart’s whole body buzz. It was almost like when he was running, the world seemed to fade around him and all he could focus on was the feeling. That feeling of being free, as if all the horrible things were just blurs on his peripheral. 

“Hey?”

Bart came crashing to a halt the world pulling him back with one word. Gigi was standing in the hallway toward the kitchens her back twisted so half of her was facing him. “Are you coming?” 

“Oh yeah... I didn’t. Yep!” 

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“Does it hurt?” Adi asked leaning forward gently poking Faith’s cast. The brunette let out a yelp making Adi jump back clutching her hand looking shocked and upset that she could have possibly caused her friend pain. 

Faith burst out laughing, “Sorry sorry no it doesn’t hurt, itches a little but that’s it.” 

“I brought markers so we can all sign it!” Gigi sang handing Adi an orange one and Jamie and blue one. 

“And Bart gets red and Faith gets yellow.”

“I’m going to sign my own cast?” 

“Of course!” Gigi giggled holding up her pink marker “Now my losers SIGN! SIGN!” 

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Glowing, that was what Gigi was. Glowing. So pure and bright sometimes Bart felt like he couldn’t even look at her. The pure joy and wonder that she seemed to exude from her very being.

Wonder, she seemed to have this way about her that made you see the amazement in everything around you. As if the most normal things could be magical. Like signing a cast.

Getting to help out on a mission with the leaguers. 

“One step closer to being like Willow.” 

“I’m pretty sure Willow isn’t part of the League.” 

“She should be leading the league.”

“FREAK!” 

Gigi froze as turning as a napkin hit her in the back of the head. Faith frowned glancing over at her friend as a stout looking woman pointed at Gigi. 

“What did you just say?” Faith asked, if Bart didn’t know any better he could have sworn he saw her hair hand up on end.

“Her, mutant!” the woman spat at Gigi, “We don't want your deceased kind’s help here! You could infect us all!” 

“That’s now how that…” 

Bart was cut off as the woman threw her drink at Gigi splashing her soda all over the red-haired girl. 

If Bart wasn’t a speedster he probably wouldn’t have caught it. Luckily for the woman (and probably Faith) he could. Yes, the small brunette was quick but he was quicker. Just as she lunged at the woman shouting some very unseemly comments Bart spun her around picking her up. 

“How dare you! BART! Let me go!” More curses and something about the woman dying alone unloved as Gigi gently touched Bart’s arm.

“Let’s just go ok?”

“Cook, not sure how long I can hold this one anyway,” Bart grunted as Faith squirmed in his grip trying to break free. 

Once they were away from the crowd and Faith had quieted down to a mumble (Bart was pretty sure he heard something about the bat computer and covering the woman’s house in shaving cream.) Bart turned to Gigi. 

Up to this point she had been oddly quiet. Something the bright red-haired girl rarely was. 

Quite. 

As if feeling his eyes on her she turned. Her smile was soft but no less bright. A warm glow that spread across her body reassuring him as if he was the one who had just been slandered against. 

“My sister once told me anger is just ignorance. They are really mad because they don’t understand.” letting out a small laugh she played with a strand of her hair her gaze falling on Faith who was texting someone on her phone. “So who cares what they think, the people who matter to me like me for who I am.” 

There it was, that beautiful glow. As bright of the sun itself. Shining around her as she smiled up at him. “You guys are the most important to me.” 

He was pretty sure his heart stopped right then and there. 

Or maybe it was at that moment that he had just seen inside her soul. How she was always so happy and full of life. How she glowed in a way that seemed to spread to those around her, how she seemed to be able to put anyone at ease. How she brought joy in the whole world around her.

It was because of them. 

“MAN! Fuck that B in the A! And also FUCK TIM! He said we couldn’t fill that ladies house with skunk urine. Something about using our powers for evil… more like pure good if you ask me. So much for the smartest boy or whatever.” Faith said turning around to look at them. In her rage, she had passed them by several feet and was now holding up her phone shaking it at them as if they could solve her problem for her. 

Gigi giggled leaking into Bart squealing his hand before skipping up to Faith throwing her arms around her best friend. 

“You know what sounds good to me? Ice Cream and video games.” 

And watching the two girls talk Bart realized something. Since he had met Gigi, he may have started glowing too.

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[slashersteve]

Can’t Cheat Fate [9]

pairing: Steve Harrington/Female Reader, slight Jonathan Byers/Female Reader || Fake Dating! Au

series summary: It started with an innocent kiss shared with Steve Harrington at an 8th-grade party, then years later you’re in a fight with your best friend and long-time crush and in a fake relationship with the King of Hawkins himself. What was it about that party that has your junior year this insane?

warnings: none | word count: 2.4k+

note: wee bit angsty sorry i left you waiting for this 

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You couldn't lie to yourself and say you didn't know what people of your crowd- or ex-crowd now- thought of Steve Harrington, or as they would say Steve "the Douchebag" Harrington. Before this whole relationship began, you'd hear some of the things he'd say or do to people you would consider passing friends. Even then, you were still friends with Steve, simple smiles passing each other in the hall. You never noticed it was only when he was alone, meaning Tommy or Carol were nowhere to be seen. It was these moments, Steve would probably stop to talk to you even for a while before going on your merry way.

There was a bit of black-lash in those days, people asking you why you talked to Steve. You couldn't have an opinion on the Steve they were talking about because you'd just never seen it, only seeing that swell and sweet side to him. You never understood why Jonathan disliked him so much because he never did anything to him- at least to your knowledge. These current days though, you were noticing that it was that crowd instead of the popular crowd who were making fun of you. You weren't stupid, nor deaf, or blind. It seems the popular crowd Steve surrounds himself with warmed up to you and probably, you hoped, liked you while the other crowd made it their life mission to talk shit and give you looks or laugh when you walked by alone with Steve's jacket either on or tied around your waist.  

"She's changed ever since she started dating him," Laura Jones, the first chair of the clarinet section in the high school band, and a friend in passing to you when you tried out band for one semester had said about you. Then her friend, Jenna, you believed was second chair had replied, "He's probably just playing with her, he doesn't actually like her."

It went as far as you overhearing a rumor that in return for your essay workshops, Steve had to have sex with you, which you found appalling and very, very far-fetched. You were quite surprised by how quick different rumors spread in just the two weeks you and Steve were together. And Steve, in your honest opinion, was a great boyfriend. It was like when you were friends, but with more perks. But all this talking did get you thinking that Friday afternoon...

You like to think that there were three sides to Steve Harrington, there was boyfriend Steve Harrington- one that you had the privilege to experience first-hand fake or not the past two weeks, and then there was friend Steve, the Steve that you know and would argue was the real Steve. A dorky, fun-loving, all-around great guy that would do anything to make you smile if you're sad. Then, there was that part of Steve everyone talks about and everyone, except you, apparently knew and experienced. This was what you called the King Steve persona. The most popular boy in school persona, the rich and popular, get's away with anything and everything persona, the pretty much all around asshole persona. It was the side to him that you knew wasn't actually him. Although, it was something you never witnessed before.

At least until today.

The uproar of your relationship died down, people asked all their questions and got their answers so you could finally eat lunch in peace, well almost peace if Tommy and Carol weren't there being the very reason you wished you could move tables. Steve was boasting about his essay he just got back, a C. You couldn't say you weren't proud, you really were. It was the grade you both decided to shoot for first, then work your way up the next essays throughout the year.

"What did you get huh? An A plus-plus?" Steve asked cheekily, grabbing your binder and opening it to look at the essay that was in the front pocket. He pointed at the A+ with a grin, "Of course. Didn't expect anything less from my smart girlfriend." He leaned in and pecked you on the cheek, making you chuckle. You ignored the scoff from Tommy and Carol trying to- or not trying to- stifle her stupid chortling.

"Since when did you start caring about school Harrington?" Tommy asked. Steve glanced up at him as he closed your binder.

"What do you mean asshole? I've always cared- just didn't have someone as smart and pretty as (y/n) to help me out a bit," Steve replied, Tommy laughed and was going to say something before his eyes flashed to behind you. You didn't bother to look, just taking a sip of your water and trying not to roll your eyes because you knew he would mock the word 'pretty' as he had done before.

"This'll be good," he shot a look at you that you didn't quite understand, not until you saw Jonathan walking by. He didn't seem to be paying any attention, cleaning his camera as he walked on, probably not even realizing he was walking past you- this path was usually one you noticed he completely avoided. He avoided it before, you remember, but now that you were here- he didn't even try it even if it was the only way to go.

You wondered why Tommy had said that about him, not until he walked by and Tommy stuck his foot out. Jonathan didn't fall thankfully, just stumbled but unfortunately, his camera did fall to the ground with a loud clatter. Tommy put on a scowl and said, "Watch where you're going next time, freak." To which Jonathan shot a glare at him.

Your first reaction, as should be anyone's, was to get up and help Jonathan. Sure, the falling out you two had was just awful- but it didn't mean you didn't care about him or wanted to see Tommy be such an asshole to him. It hurt you even more because you were there when Joyce bought that camera for him, helping him pick it out with all the money she saved up just to get him what he wanted for Christmas, for it to probably break because some guy wanted to be a dick for no reason.

Although, when you tried to stand up, you felt a grip on your wrist and you were only halfway up as you looked at Steve with a questioning look as you forced yourself to sit back down. Then, you looked to Tommy who had a smug smirk and when Jonathan bent down to reach for his camera, he kicked it farther away and said, "Are you stupid? Can't even pick up your camera?" Jonathan didn't entice him, just going to pick it up again. Carol was biting her lip, trying not to laugh.

Jonathan eventually picked up his camera, and he looked at you- for just a split second- before walking off. When he was a good few feet away, everyone in the area started to laugh. Tommy crossed his arms, laughing as well. You were frowning very hard right now, but nothing made you frown even more when you heard Steve laughing too. You snapped your head to look at him, seeing he was leaning over laughing.

"Good one dude," Steve said, lifting his hand to Tommy as they high-fived over the table. You were, to put in simply, in a loss for words. Carol was laughing too now, adding to the fire, "Did you see the look he gave you Tommy?" and mocked him, only making Tommy and Steve laugh more.

"He's such a sad loser," Steve said with the shake of your head, "I don't know if the fall broke his camera or it just looked like that."

"Shit Harrington," Tommy said and laughed Steve shrugged, and they continued with their suddenly very annoying laughter.

You chewed the inside of your cheek, casting a glare to the side of Steve's face and you wanted to get up and leave, but when you looked at Tommy- you noticed he was giving you this strange look as if he meant to tease Jonathan in front of you like that. You didn't hide the look of distaste and went back to eating your food, moving slightly away from Steve.

The rest of the day went on and were you giving Steve the cold shoulder the whole time. He didn't question it, at least not in the halls, wanting to ask you about it private. He brought up his essay again as he walked you to the last period of the day, and you told him in the most monotone voice ever "Yeah you told me the first time" and disappeared in class. People might've heard because Steve put his hands on his waist and shook his head gently.

People were talking, the popular kids chuckling about it still as if almost destroying someone's property was funny. You heard from Laura and Jenna's conversation behind you that his camera didn't break, much to your relief. But then you were brought up, how you didn't even do anything even though you and him used to be best friends. You did hear the word "bitch" in there and didn't doubt it was about you. You wanted to curse.

Steve caught you trying to get your bike out of his car. Usually, he wasn't here and would already be at swim practice but clearly ran all the way over here just to speak with you because he was panting and flapping the collar of his shirt to cool down somehow.

"Can we talk before you go?" he asked in a breathless voice, you were going to say no, but knew you had to tell him, so you nodded and he led you to the empty outdoor basketball courts. The moment you made it there, Steve said, "I have one more day okay, please don't decide until tomorrow!" He turned to look at you with pleading eyes. It took you off guard.

"What?"

"You've been giving me the cold shoulder, and I know- I know I said two weeks but it's been going so well! I always catch Nancy looking at us and quickly looking away- I-" Steve began to trail off. You blinked. He was talking about the end of the two weeks where you'd make your final decision to stay in this fake relationship or not, truthfully you hadn't thought about that, not until now. Steve noticed your far-off look and stopped talking instantly and asked, "That's it, right?"

You never thought you'd be this kind of person, the one to roll their eyes when someone wasn't getting something as simple as this, but you did and Steve held his hands up in defense.

"Then tell me what's up with you- you've been like this," he gestured at you, "since lunch- I thought everything was fine."

"It was fine until lunch," you said with a scowl. Steve raised a questioning brow, and you could see it in his eyes as he thought back to the events that happened during lunch and remembered.

"Is it about what happened with your boy Jonathan and the whole camera thing? I didn't mean anything by what I said, I can't speak for Tommy and Carol, but I have a reputation to uphold you know?" he replied as if that was an excuse, you wanted to flick him real bad right now but didn't. Instead, you crossed your arms and replied, "No, Steve, I don't know."

The brunette sighed, resting his hands on his waist and shaking his head as if he knew he would have to deal with something like that, which only made you more annoyed.

"Look (y/n), I didn't mean whatever I said. Whatever I say to anyone when I'm around those guys I don't mean," he explained calmly.

You laughed bitterly, "Oh so the things you say to people don't mean anything to you? Have you ever considered that it means something to them?" you questioned. Steve was a bit taken back by your words, looking as if he didn't know what to reply to that, so you continued, "Why did you stop me from helping him? Hm?"

"Because- if you helped him I was afraid Tommy might think you and him were still friends," Steve replied now, "He's been asking questions (y/n), I was only trying to protect the relationship!"

"Wow, Steve! Thank you for letting Tommy almost break Jonathan's camera, embarrassing him and making me look like an asshole for not helping him in front of everyone to protect this fake-ass relationship! I'm so touched!" Sarcasm was dripping from your lips. Steve scrunched his face up and now also crossed his arms.

"I'm sorry but what are you even talking about right now? I thought you and him had a falling out anyway!"

You groaned, throwing your head back become frustrated by the second, and saying what you were exactly thinking, "You act like a different person around them!" Steve's reaction looked unphased, and you were positive it was because he's heard it once or twice before.

"You don't act like yourself, and it just amazes me that you know you don't but continue acting like the asshole that I know you aren't!"  

Steve licked his lips and scoffed, "What makes you think that's not the real me then? That I'm not an asshole? You knew who you would be dating when you first agreed to this (y/n)," You laughed in his face, to which his expression tightened up and eyes glared even more at you, more than you've ever seen Steve glare at you.

"Because I do know the real you Steve, it's why I agreed...I didn't even think about that asshole I just saw in the cafeteria," you voice softened up for some reason you couldn't explain, maybe you were hoping he would somehow realize what you were saying and would agree, but instead you got his silence. You shook your head, took a deep breath and said, "I'm going home, Steve. I don't think I want to do this anymore" And then, you left. A part of you wanted Steve to run to you and grab you, but you reminded yourself it was just a silly 2 week-long fake relationship- it's not something worth fighting for. So, you really didn't let it get to you when you did make it home without Steve stopping you.

Steve stayed on the courts for a while, until a couple of freshman looking for a game showed up. They were giddy that they might get King Steve to play a game with them, and well- Steve ended up playing for a bit, totally sweeping the floor with them. It was something to get his mind off of what just happened for a while, but when he was tired and realized he just skipped out on swim practice, he went home. Or well he was supposed to go home.

Instead, he was parked in front of your house. The sun was barely going down, and he was silently cursing himself for letting that occur in the lunchroom when he knew you still were in love with Jonathan when he knew it would hurt you to see that. For stopping you from helping him because he has a "reputation to uphold." Some fucking reputation, Steve thought. It wouldn't be the first time someone has told Steve something like that, the last person was Nancy when they first started their summer fling.

"You're different around your friends you know," Nancy had said after a hot make-out session. Steve just shrugged and replied, "Well...I am King Steve." Nancy chuckled.

Of course, that wasn't as harsh as you put it and he thought maybe he needed someone to snap at him like you did. To really get it through his thick skull.

What was true though, is that Tommy was asking questions about the authenticity of the relationship, and Steve knew if you had helped Jonathan- you would've looked at him in a certain way you don't look at Steve so he had to stop you, he was protecting the relationship- but was he protecting you or himself? Whatever it was- he looked like a complete tool in the end and was.

Steve didn't want to lose you, as a fake-girlfriend or a friend- so he set his pride and ego aside, drove all the way over to your house just to apologize to you in person.

By now, you would be having dinner. He learned that from the few times he called you last week to talk about any updates on the "Nancy and Jonathan" situation. You would answer and say "Call in 30 minutes please, I'm trying to eat"

He got out of the car, slamming the door shut lightly and going to the front door to ring the doorbell. It took a moment or two before your mom answered the door, she smiled at Steve. By now, you both knew you couldn't shut your mom away from this relationship- so you allowed her to believe he was actually your boyfriend.

"Oh Steve- you're just in time for dinner, would you like to come in?" she asked, on another day Steve might agree because he'd love to see the look on your face when he joins your family for dinner because you had the cutest reactions to surprises he had taken notice to, but today wouldn't be that day.

"No thank you, Mrs. (y/l/n), is your daughter here? I'd really like to speak with her," he kindly declined her offer. Thankfully, she didn't push it and called your name. Seconds past until you showed up behind her, the curious look in your eyes that wondered who could be here quickly turning to one of annoyance. Steve smiled awkwardly at you, you looked at your mom to go and she did.

"What is it?" you asked.

"I just want to talk about what you said..." Steve said. You observed him, then nodded. Slipping on your shoes, you followed Steve outside and got into his car. Steve took a deep breath.

"Look- I'm really sorry (y/n), for what I said out on the court- for what happened during lunch today- I'm just...I'm so fucking sorry," he said genuinely, "You've been such a great friend you know? And I just was such an asshole today. I'm just so fucking sorry." He apologized again, and again. You looked at him, seeing that he looked as if it was killing him to be saying this. You sighed, "I understand if you want it to end, okay. I do. I fucked everything up." He cursed at himself.

You couldn't lie to Steve, right when you got home you trashed the contract in the bin next to your door, and already came to a decision, "I don't know if I want to do this anymore, I appreciate the apology, but after that...I don't know if I want to be the girlfriend, fake or not, to King Steve."

Steve frowned, wiped his face with his hand, and nodded, "Yeah I don't blame you." It was silent now, you two just sitting there as darkness overtook the sky. You looked forward to the empty street in front of you, wondering when it would be appropriate to leave now.

After a moment though, Steve did end up speaking, "It's...cool if you don't want to go to that party tomorrow...I'm sure the whole school heard of our fight...I can just say we ended things there." Steve's voice was horribly depressed, and you knew it was at how he ruined this whole thing. Although, you weren't one to hold back on a promise.

"No...I'll still go," you said, "Think of it as a last hurrah for this failed attempt of a fake relationship before we both go back to pining for people who don't like us back," you tried to joke to lighten the mood. Steve only half-smiled.

"Are you sure?" he looked at you.

"Yeah. I'm sure." You two stared at each other with weak smiles for a split second, "I should be getting back before my brothers eat my dinner." Steve quickly nodded, getting out to go open your door. You would've told him he didn't have to, but you knew after tomorrow you'd never see boyfriend Steve again- someone you've grown quite fond of the past weeks.  At least you'd still have friend Steve, hopefully. So you let him open your car door, and walk you back to your house.

[bee-kathony]

Fraser Memorial | Ch. 1 “Sutures”

Thank you @sassenachwaffles for being my beta on this chapter and thank you @jules-fraser for approving of my pictures and indulging me as I started another fic! 

2015 | Scotland

The emergency room had been quiet all morning, only three people had come in with minor injuries that were fixed in minutes. My fingers ached to suture someone’s skin, fix a broken nose... anything that would take my focus off of my ex.

Frank Randall had cheated on me. Simple as that.

But it wasn’t simple, he was my fiancé, we’d been together for six years and had plans. Hopes and dreams that involved us buying a house, getting married, children… he ruined them when he slept with one of his students. A history professor at Oxford University, Frank had wooed me in my last year of school. He was a new professor and I was smitten with the teacher.

I should have known that something like this could have happened.

I was once the student, crushing on their professor, hoping he would ask to see me after class so we could talk those extra five minutes without anyone else around.

It’d only been three months since I found out he was sleeping with her and in that short time I had relocated to Edinburgh to get away from him and my shattered dreams. Thankfully the hospital accepted my transfer. It was rare that they would take on a resident from another hospital, especially since I was English.

I glanced down at my watch, only ten minutes had passed since I’d last checked it. Sighing, I ran my hand through my mass of curls, getting my finger stuck in a knot. “Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ,” I cursed, yanking my hand and managing to make matters worse.

“Ye need scissors?” Geillis, a fellow resident, asked from behind the nurses station.

I huffed, “No, thank you. I’ve almost,” I pulled a bit more, “Got it!” My hand came free and only a few loose strands drifted to the white tiled floor.

“Ye ever think about cutting it? Yer hair?” Geillis pointed to my bird’s nest.

Shaking my head, I pulled my hair tie off my wrist and started putting it in a messy bun, “I would look horrific if I cut my hair,” I laughed, tucking loose bits into the bun. “They would stick out even more, if that’s even possible.”

“Aye, yer probably right.” She laughed and then we both turned our heads to the emergency room doors that were now opening with a bang. Finally.

A man with a slight limp walked through the doors, holding up a very large red headed man who appeared to be doubled over in pain.

“Mine!” I called before Geillis could and raced off to meet the men, leaving Geillis’ shouts of complaint behind me.

“How can I help?” I asked, my eyes taking stock of what was before me. The larger man’s face was twisted in pain, and his hand was clutching his opposite shoulder. Dislocated. There was also blood, and a lot of it, running down his arm.

“This idiot here thought he could lift a box of about forty-five bottles of whisky, clumsy dolt.” The blonde man laughed through his words, “Happened walkin’ up the stairs. Smashed all the whisky o’ course.” I chuckled lightly to myself, clearly the man was not too concerned about his friends pain.

“Come with me, we’ll get you set up in a bed and I’ll take a look at that shoulder.” I led the two men who slowly followed over to the row of beds. The large man laid down, wincing as he fell back against the pillows.

“You’ll probably want to sit up and not lean on that arm.” I instructed and moved my fingers in a ‘come forward’ motion.

“Aye, I think it’s broken.” The red haired man said, groaning as he sat up in the bed.

I laid my hand gently on his shoulder to assess the damage, it was in fact dislocated. This would be an easy fix. “It’s not broken, only dislocated.”

“Only,” he laughed and I looked into his eyes for the first time to find that they were the brightest blue I’d ever seen. Caught off guard, I shook my head slightly and turned my attention back to his shoulder.

“I’m going to pop it back into place, it’ll hurt but then feel a whole lot better.” I placed my hands firmly on his arm and he nodded, gritting his teeth and looked straight ahead.

Applying pressure, I forced his shoulder back and then up and it made a sort of popping noise as it reset. The man grunted but then let out his breath, looking down at his shoulder to see it good as new.

“Ah Dhia, it feels a thousand times better, thank ye Sassenach.” He smiled up at me and I felt my belly do a little flip.

“You’re welcome. It really wasn’t very — wait… what did you call me?” I shot my eyebrows up at him. I’m pretty sure that ‘Sassenach’ was not a very nice name to call someone.

The man blushed, his ears turning pink as he met my gaze full on, “Och, I didna mean it in a bad way, of course not, yer English are ye no’?”

“Well, yes I am.” I crossed my arms in front of me and waited for further explanation.

“So…” he drew out the word, “’Tis only a way of calling ye that, yer an outlander, lass. Please dinna take offense because I truly didna mean to offend ye. ’Tis only I dinna ken yer name.”

I looked down at my chest where my name tag should’ve been but it had somehow fallen off during the day. “Oh, I’m Claire. Claire Beauchamp.” I smiled and then I remembered the man’s friend and turned my head to him as well, offering him the same smile.

“This is Ian, my brother-in-law,” the man pointed to his friend with the limp, “and I’m Jamie. Now that we ken each other’s names maybe ye could attend to this blood that hasna stopped drippin’ out of my arm?”

I cursed under my breath. Christ, I had completely forgotten that he had been bleeding. His eyes were a distraction and his Scottish lilt was rather enchanting. Of course, I knew that by moving to Scotland, I would in fact hear plenty of Scottish accents but there was something in the Highland-lilt -- something about the way he said ‘Sassenach’.

“Jesus! I’m sorry,” my cheeks turned red and I moved over to the cabinet beside the bed, quickly pulling out what I would need. Definitely sutures, bandages, antiseptic and tweezers to pull out any remaining glass.

Once I set up the tray and had it arranged neatly, I rolled the small cart over beside the bed. “Hold out your arm please.”

Jamie lifted his arm, and I sucked in the air between my teeth, there was a large piece of glass sticking out. I normally had a strong stomach but sometimes, there were things that put me over the edge.

“Jamie, yer doctor’s afraid of blood. I told ye we shoulda gone to the other hospital,” Ian laughed and put his hand on Jamie’s back.

“I’m normally fine, blood doesn’t make me ill but seeing that,” I looked down at his arm again, “has made me just a wee bit nauseous.”

“Dinna fash, Sassenach. If ye throw up, I promise to make sure none of that hair on top of yer head gets in the vomit.” Jamie laughed and I would have hit him on the arm if he wasn’t injured.

“Thank you,” I said sarcastically and turned to grab the antiseptic and cloth to clean around his wound before I dislodged the glass shard.

While I cleaned his wound, Jamie didn’t complain, only pressed his lips tightly together and put on a brave face. “This may hurt,” I said in a soft tone as I held my tweezers near the glass.

“Just do it, lass.”

The glass came out easily enough, and thankfully it wasn’t very deep into his skin but he would definitely need sutures. I laid the shard on the tray and grabbed another cloth to clean him and this time Jamie let out a little yelp as the antiseptic touched his wound.

“Can deal with a dislocated shoulder but not a little sting?” I mused, smiling up at him as I continued to clean the remaining blood.

His arm twitched slightly but he didn’t pull it back, “Och, the stinging is verra painful, Sassenach, dinna make fun of me!”

“He’s a big baby, Claire, dinna listen to him,” Ian chimed, “He cries in sappy romantic movies too, don’t ye?”

Jamie glared at Ian, but there was a slight mischievous glint in his eye.

“I dinna cry, I have allergies,” Jamie grumbled, puffing out his chest a little.

I grabbed the needle and threaded the suture through the small hole and brought it to his skin. “I have allergies too, you know like when I watch ‘Titanic’ and Jack dies, somehow I always get allergies during that scene,” I joked, which earned me a nudge from Jamie’s other hand into my side.

“Dinna joke about ‘Titanic, Claire, ’tis verra serious, their love was forever.” He laughed and I had to admit to myself that he was very interesting. Jamie was such a large presence, one wouldn’t think at first glance that he was into romantic movies and even cried during them.

“Seems like ye’ll be awhile,” Ian said, “I’m gonna go and grab a snack out of the vending machine, ye need anything, Fraser?”

Fraser? Surely not…

I waited until Ian had walked away before asking Jamie what was currently making me freak out.

“Fraser? That’s your last name?” He jumped slightly as I poked him with the needle and began to suture his wound.

“Aye, James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser, to be exact.”

“As in… Fraser Memorial… the name of this hospital?” I paused my work on his arm to look up into his face.

Jamie’s ear’s turned pink again, “Aye, well ’tis no’ like it’s me who owns the hospital. That’d be my Da Brian. One day though… it’ll be mine.”

He was practically my boss and here I was picturing late nights cuddled up next to him on the couch watching ‘Titanic’ and crying.

“So it’s named after your dad then? Kind of odd to name a hospital after yourself, aye?” I resumed suturing his wound, nearly done.

“Och, no. It’s named after my older brother Willie.” He replied, looking down to watch the needle go through the last bit of skin and I clipped the end and tied it off. “He passed away when I was a lad.” I watched as I saw his blue eyes go gray and his smile faded for a moment. “He had cancer.”

My hand lingered on his arm, offering comfort, “I’m so sorry Jamie. Was he treated at this hospital?”

“Aye,” his voice trembled, as if he was remembering his brother now, “My father partnered with a man and bought the hospital a year after Willie died. Then they renamed it for him, to remember.”

I bandaged his arm in silence, not quite knowing what to say, what could I ever say to that?

“You’re all done.” I tucked in the end of the bandage underneath, “You need to clean the wound daily, and for the first couple of days you’ll need to change out the bandage, some blood seeping through is normal.” I assured him, and looked over to see Ian returning with bags of crisps and candy in his arms.

“Och, yer finished? I had to go to three different floors to find what I wanted.” He groaned and offered Jamie a bag of crisps.

“Thank ye, Sassenach. For healing me wi’ yer wee hands so well.” Jamie grabbed my hand and placed his lips on the back of it. I could have sworn he heard my heart beating frantically in my chest.

“No problem at all, anything for a Fraser,” I laughed, hoping I didn’t sound like I was trying to suck up to the owner’s son.

“Will I need to come back to get the sutures taken out?”

“Oh, yes! Come back in about three weeks and I’ll take them out for you.” I only prayed that when he returned I would be on shift.

“Aye, three weeks then, Claire.” Jamie smiled and turned to leave with Ian, who was munching on a Snickers bar, going on and on about how stupid Jamie was to lift that heavy of a box.

My eyes never left the back of his head as I watched them walk away and just before they turned around the corner, Jamie’s eyes met mine and he grinned, setting butterflies loose in my belly.

Present day

I checked my reflection in the mirror, applying one more coat of mascara before I decided my make-up would just have to do for the evening. My dress was a simple black, that hugged every curve and line of my body. Just the way my husband liked, or so he showed me.

“Sassenach!” He called from the living room, “Are ye ready? We dinna want to be late!”

“Such an impatient man,” I fussed, grabbing my coat from the bed and slipping it on over my shoulders. Jamie was waiting for me, his arms crossed, looking down at his watch.

“I’m ready. I swear it!” I smiled and kissed him on the cheek as he turned his face to press his lips to mine.

“Don’t!” I pulled back, “You’ll mess up my lipstick and I don’t think you want to wait around for me to fix it.”

“I’d love to mess up yer lipstick, Sassenach. And that wee dress of yers too,” the color of his eyes turned into a deep blue, “but yer right, we must go.” He sighed, frowning as he settled for a kiss to my forehead and took my hand, leading me to the door.

“Are you nervous, Jamie?” I squeezed his hand as we walked to the car parked on the street.

“Aye, a wee bit.”

“Your speech will be great, I know it.” He stopped us before we climbed into the car, his hands slid down my body to rest on my hips.

“’Tis a big responsibility, bein’ an owner of a hospital.” He squeezed my sides making me jump, “With my father retiring and all, I ken it has to be me but I just worry I willna be good at it.”

Not caring about my lipstick or the stain it would leave on his lips, I pressed forward and closed our mouths together. “Jamie Fraser, you’re the bravest man I know. You’re ready for this, your father has trained you well. Besides…” I smirked, my hands sliding down over his arse, “I can’t wait until I can say I sleep with the boss.”

Jamie laughed and pressed his lips to mine again, “I love ye, Sassenach. Truly, I do.”

“And I you, Jamie. Now let’s go! It’s bloody freezing out here, and I need those heated seats!”

He let go of my hips and opened the passenger door for me. The entire drive over, his hand never left mine - I squeezed it off and on, a matter of habit, to remind him I was there. I was always going to be there, I was always going to be his biggest supporter.

The tension was seeping out of his body. No normal person would have known that, but I knew James Fraser, and I knew just how big of a night this retirement gala at Fraser Memorial was going to be.

[imagineclaireandjamie]

Imagine Jamie meeting Claire the first time he stays at Leoch and Collum promises him to someone. But they end up eloping together at the gathering just like his parents before.

Running in the family; How to elope - Fraser style.

So to make this a wee bit more tangible I have altered the Jamie-Claire age gap. Jamie is 16 and Claire is 18, so only 2 years difference. She is still a time-traveller and has come through the stones, though.

The announcement still rung in his ears as Jamie paced the courtyard.

‘...engaged to be married…’

‘...on her sixteenth…’

Those few words cut him to the core.

What if he didn’t wish to marry her?

What if they weren’t meant to be?

He barely kent the lassie, and she was still just a wee bairn to him.

Another pawn in his uncle's games, Jamie knew he was being thrust into this ‘partnership’, not for his own benefit, but for theirs. Marrying him off to the wean kept Lallybroch in their clutches.

Stomping through the silent halls, Jamie walked the length of the castle, from the grand hall right down into the recesses of the peat-scented cellars.

The sound of a rattling chain pulled him from his melancholy and he twisted his head in the direction of the noise.

Cautiously, he tip toed towards the closed door, the thick bars of the viewing window hindering his view of the captive that lay beyond. As he approached, a flash of deep brown passed into view. He swore he’d seen thick curls and he tilted his head in confusion.

“Hello…” he broached, laying his hands against the rough wood as he peeked through the prison door.

Catching a glimpse of her profile as she turned, Jamie took a stunted breath and stepped back a little.

So it was a lassie, a young one at that. She couldn’t have been more than a few years older than him.

Glancing down, he could see the thick manacle that kept her chained to the floor. Bolted around her ankle, she could move a wee bit about the tiny room, but it wasn’t enough to allow her access to the door.

“What have they got ye trussed up in here for?” he whispered, once it became obvious that she wasn’t offering anything up herself.

He couldn’t fully understand himself, but something about her had him *captivated*.

“Theft…” she spoke, finally breaking her silence as she turned fully to face him. “I stole a horse. Mr. Mackenzie didn’t seem particularly pleased at my explanation, and so here I am.”

A sassenach. No wonder Collum had her locked away.

“...and why, pray tell, did ye steal a horse?” he replied, a hint of wonder in his voice. To steal from the Mackenzie took some *nerve*.

“I was trying to escape,” she retorted, a glimmer of rebelliousness lighting up her liquid amber eyes.

“Ach, I take it ye didna get verra far then, aye?”

Shrugging her shoulders, she blinked slowly, a coy smile lighting her face. “Quite far, and yet,” sighing, she turned away from him, “not far enough.”

“Aye, I see that lass,” Jamie returned, his interested piqued. “Do I dare ask why ye were trying to escape?”

Rotating slightly back towards him, she twisted her head back in his direction. “They were holding me prisoner.”

--

The hallways were dark now, the candles extinguished as the evening's celebrations had come to an end.

Hand in hand, Jamie led his newest companion through the quiet castle, hoping that all of the inhabitants were suitably half-cocked; enough that they all might be incapacitated for a time yet.

“This isna right. I dinna even ken yer name,” he whispered, slipping his fingers through hers as they came to a stop by the last corner. “Seems only polite since we’re sneaking awa’ like this.”

“It’s Claire,” she replied, a hint of humour in her tone. “Claire Beauchamp, and I’m so very pleased to have met you…”

“Jamie,” he finished for her. “Jamie Fraser, at yer service.”

--

Only one man stood between the pair and the portcullis. An elderly guard leaned against his broadsword as he napped at the exit to the castle.

‘Ye need to be utterly still, Claire. We can get passed him wi’out much trouble, I’m sure. But if Collum had ye paraded through the castle on yer return, afore he had ye clad in irons, yer probably well known to all o’ clan Mackenzie.”  Pulling the pilfered cape around her face, Jamie tucked her stray curls beneath the heavy fabric.

“Thank you...truly,” she added, stepping closer to Jamie’s side as they readied themselves for a swift exit. “I don’t know what I’d have done without you, Jamie Fraser.”

Jamie had been right, it didn’t take much to sneak past the snoozing guard and it wasn’t long before he had Claire mounted on his horse. To his mind, he couldn’t work out *why* he’d needed to free her so badly, but something deep in his heart told him he should.

“Where were ye going, Mistress?” he asked rather formally, feeling the breath of his father against his neck, combined with Claire’s as she wrapped her arms around his waist.

“Would you think I was mad if I told you I couldn’t remember?” she answered, her heart pounding as she clenched her thighs around the outside of his legs, the steady gait of the horse forcing them together.

“I’m promised,” Jamie began. An unspoken truth lay between them. In the short time they had been acquainted, he and Claire had forged something of a bond, “to a lass that I dinna wish to marry.”

Clicking his tongue, Jamie tugged the horse off the trail, to avoid trackers hunting them down once they discovered Claire’s disappearance.

“Oh,” Claire whispered, her hands gripping solidly at his hips as they picked up pace through the underbrush. “And is there a girl you *would* like to marry?”

“Aye, I do. If she werena to object to the idea…”

Nuzzling her nose into the back of his musty jacket, Claire forgot her initial quarms and lost herself in Jamie’s scent. “I don’t think she would be…” she sighed, her mouth watering at the prospect.

This was daft, a complete leave of her senses. But she couldn’t find it in herself to be perturbed by the situation.

Jamie clenched the reins in his hands, the heat of her filling him with warmth from toe to head.

‘Jamie,’ a tender voice echoed in his ear, ‘ye’ve the Fraser about ye, my lad…’ the wind whipped up around them, stealing the soft ghost of his mother, his cheeks pinking at the illusion.

“My da stole my mam away, Claire,” he began, the memory of his parent’s stories alight in his mind now, “just as I did you. Weel, apart from springing her from prison, aye?”

Claire scoffed, rolling her eyes as she snuggled closer still to Jamie, revelling in the close proximity of his alluring body.

“Maybe,” she murmured, letting her hand slide down and along his thigh as the stars twinkled through the breaks in the trees above them, “this is just a case of history repeating?”

Chuckling, Jamie tightened his heels around their mount, urging him ever onwards. “Maybe yer right Claire,” he replied, an eager lilt to his tone as his soul lightened at the prospect of marrying a girl he actually had designs on, instead of one chosen for him by his greedy uncles. “Either way, I think my da will love ye.”

‘...as I do…’ he thought, but did not say.

‘One look was all it took,’ he remembered, his father's voice now reverberating around them as the crickets began to chirp beside them, ‘just one look, Jamie, my boy.’

--

“Springing a criminal from the Mackenzie jail, damnit Jamie lad!” Brian Fraser muttered, irritation lacing his tone. “I sent him there to better him, Murtagh. No’ to have him upset half of our relatives. Where did I go wrong?”

“Gi’ the boy a chance, mo bhràthair, we dinna ken the circumstances yet. He might have a good reason for doing what he did,” Murtagh appeased, trying to keep Brian from throttling his young son moments after they tracked him down.

Through the trees, Murtagh caught a brief glimpse of wee Jamie’s horse, and nodded at Brian, a knowing look in his eye.

“He better had, Murtagh, I’m telling ye now,” Brian chuntered, his gaze hardening as he caught his first view of Jamie through the trees.

--

Claire sat on a rock facing Jamie as he readied the fire for the evening, tugging the thick tartan around her shoulders, she shrugged the hood from her head, letting the slight breeze blow through her loose locks.

“James Alexander Malcolm *MACKENZIE FRASER*!” came the billowing voice through the forest, making the birds scatter from the branches in fear.

Jamie’s face paled as Claire sat bolt upright, her eyes wide as she took in the two men who strode, meaningfully, through the tree line and into their little camp.

“What are ye playing at, mo mhac?” Brian boomed, slamming his palm against the bark as he stared blindly at his son, rage colouring his whole being.

“Da, hear me out…” Jamie began, shuffling his feet nervously in the detritus of the forest floor, “it isne…”

“What I think? It better no’ be! I had Dougal on our doorstep, Dougal Mackenzie himself, Jamie. Have ye any idea the thoughts that have been going through my head?”

“He saved my life,” Claire piped up, standing behind Jamie and peeking out from behind him, brave but not so bold as to take on Jamie’s father without some moral support. “It was my fault. Mr. Mackenzie had me locked away for stealing his horse, and Jamie got me free.”

“A sassenach?” Murtagh whispered in awe, his and Brian’s eyes fixed solely on Claire now as they took the measure of her.

Jaw clenched tight, Claire stood straight, coming out from behind Jamie as she took full responsibility for her part in the whole affair. She would not back down, nor would she cower.

As Brian took a step forward, Claire took one back, certain that her number was up and Mr. Fraser and his comrade would have her marched back to Castle Leoch before sunup.

“A lassie, a wee sassenach lass? Tell me yer pulling my leg, Jamie?” Brian questioned, looked between the pair as he stepped closer still.

“I love her, Da…” he sighed, his eyes holding his father's as Claire coughed and spluttered behind him, her heart pounding against her chest as the words hit her ears, “and her name is *Claire*.”

“Ah Dhia,” Murtagh cursed, lowly, his jaw dropping as he saw the truth that lay between the young pair. “It’s happening again, Brian, lad. She’s his Ellen,” he exclaimed, watching as Claire slipped her hand into Jamie’s and swallowed, audibly.

“Ach, Christ, Jamie,” Brian murmured, dropping his head in defeat.

“Ye willna send her back, will ye, Da?” Jamie begged, pulling Claire into his side and shielding her from any would be harm that might befall her from his father and godfather.

“Nay,” Brian replied, a hint of ire still lacing his tone. “I won’t.”Turning to Claire, Brian eyed her, skepticism written all over his face. “What, and tell me honestly, are yer intentions for my lad, Claire? Since I dinna ken where yer from or *who* ye are.”

“I…” she began, her hands shaking as she tried to reason with herself what had occurred between her and Jamie. How could she explain to his family, when she didn’t truly know herself? “I would never hurt him, Mr. Fraser.”

“Do you know what you’ve started, Mistress?” Murtagh broke in, certain that there was something powerful between Claire and Jamie, but also fearful of the wrath of clan Mackenzie. “What lengths Collum and Dougal will go to get justice for what Jamie has done? No’ only did he free ye, a known thief, but he also eloped away from his obligations.”

“I know fine well what he did for me, sir,” Claire bit back, shifting forward slightly, straightening her shoulders as she spoke, “and…” she paused, taking a large breath as she finally acknowledged the strange feelings bubbling under her skin, “I love him too.”

Smiling from ear to ear, Jamie stepped back in line with Claire. Dropping her head against his side, Claire exhaled, letting out a breath of relief at her admittance.

“Weel then, bairns,” Brian said, scratching his head and chuckling under his breath, all manner of irritation extinguished, “it looks like we have a wedding to organise.”

“And fast,” Murtagh interjected, humour coating his words, “afore Collum catches up wi’ ye, again!”