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heartofsilverflames · 4 years

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Can I request a smut with Bucky? You’re at a party playing a game (strip poker, truth or dare, 7 minutes in heaven, etc,) and you’re purposely trying to turn Bucky on. Please and thank you!!! 🖤

Just a game

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x f!reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, lap dance, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, public sex?, unprotected sex, softdom!bucky

Summary: After Bucky teased you all day, you decided it would be fun to get him back when your friends decide to play a game of good ole truth or dare

a/n: Hope this is okay!! (gif isn’t mine)

“Truth or dare?” You repeated, raising your eyebrows at Tony who sat looking deadly serious. He nodded, sipping his martini causing Natasha to laugh beside you, “What are we, 12?” she asked.

Murmurs filled the room, discussing whether or not the game should be played. You and Natasha stayed silent, laughing at everyone while you sip on your drinks.

“I think it’ll be fun,” Steve shrugged, the room quieting as he leant back against the armchair he was sitting on. “Yeah, I mean it’s just a game,” Your boyfriend, who was sitting opposite you added.

You looked over and met Bucky’s eyes, the smirk on his face irritating you instantly. He had been messing with you all day, from waking you up with his fingers stuffed in your panties to rocking his thigh between your legs at any chance he got or the way he’d made you sit on his cock while he watched a movie. Not once did he let you come. So you opted to give him the silent treatment for the rest of the day, it didn’t change the fact that you still craved him badly and wanted him to help with the slick that hadn’t disappeared from between your legs.

You hummed, however, when an idea popped into your head. This game could work in your favour, you could get what you want. “Okay,” you stated, holding his icy stare, “Let’s play.”

Wanda cleared her throat, “I’ll ask first,” she announced, scanning the room before her eyes landed on you. “Y/n...truth or dare?”

“Dare.” Wanda examined you and you could tell she had read your mind when she giggled and covered her mouth. She nodded in thought, “Alright...I dare you,” Wanda wiggled her eyebrows in your direction, “To give Bucky a lap dance, right here, right now.”

Everyone’s head perked up at the dare while you took a deep breath, reaching out to grab a shot of liquid courage before standing up. Cheers of encouragement erupted from your teammates as you rounded the glass table to your boyfriend. To your luck, he was sat on a loveseat by himself meaning there was no one else close enough to witness your little plan.

Bucky looked up at you, adam’s apple bobbing when you shrugged your jacket off slowly, swaying and running your hands up and down your body to the sensual music somebody had put on. You were biting your lip, trying to hold back from laughing while your friends kept cheering you on.

Placing your hands on Bucky’s knees, you started to slide your palms up his large thighs, slowing when you reached the apex and smirking at the way his breath hitched. You continued dragging your hands up his stomach and chest until you found his shoulders. Holding onto him while you crawled into his lap, your knees settling on either side of his legs.

Your forehead rested against his and instantly everyone’s voices drowned out. His eyes bore into yours, your breaths mingling while you circled your hips over his, careful not to make any contact with his crotch. You slapped his hands away with a grin when he attempted to grip your waist, you swore you heard him whine under his breath.

Tilting your head back, you continued to sway to the music playing, purposefully shoving your cleavage into his face. The whirring of Bucky’s arm confirmed he was balling his fist, you giggled, loving every second of it. You moved your hands into his hair, tangling your fingers in the dark locks before tugging at the nape of his neck and forcing his chin up. His mouth opened, letting out a long sigh, glaring at you.

Leaning down, you dragged your nose along his jaw until your breath fanned over his ear, “I’m not wearing any panties...” You whispered, feeling him shiver under you. “You’re lying.”

You chuckled, quickly biting his earlobe before you shifted to turn around on Bucky’s lap. You tried not to look at any of your teammates while you ground your ass against him, feeling his already hard length under his jeans. Pushing his knees apart, you slowly bent over to grab your ankles earning a squeal from Wanda across the room.

You arched your back as best you could, making your skirt ride up enough for Bucky to see that you were indeed, not wearing panties. A quiet growl came from him as the lamp near the couch allowed him to see the arousal soaking your inner thighs. You wiggled your ass, trailing your hands up your legs until you sneakily pulled at your thighs causing your pussy lips to spread in front of him.

“Fuck...” Bucky whispered and you stood up straight, cutting off his view and grinning proudly. You accepted the applause of your friends with a hot face, the embarrassment of what you’d just done finally hitting you.

You weren’t paying attention for the rest of the game, brushing off your turn by taking truths instead. You were too distracted by the way Bucky was staring at you, his eyes never leaving you unless someone asked him a question. For most of the night, you stared back, holding his gaze as you both mentally undressed each other in a room full of your friends and co-workers.

Eventually, the truths got boring and dares weren’t enthusiastic, so one by one, people began migrating up to their rooms. You sat sipping on your drink until there was only five people left, you and Bucky, Wanda, Natasha and Sam.

No one was speaking so Sam slapped his knees and announced, “Night guys.” Natasha was was next, as she helped a very tipsy Wanda to her feet, “Yeah, I’m gonna put this one to bed,” she sighed, squeezing your shoulder as they walked behind the couch you were sitting on.

And then there were two.

“You think that stunt you pulled was funny?” Bucky broke the silence asking, leaving his seat to walk in front of you. You nodded, flicking your eyes up to look at him, “What’s wrong, baby?” you shrugged innocently, a mischievous glint in your eye.

“Like you said,” you continued, hiking your right foot up on the couch, spreading your leg and exposing your core to him, “It was just a game...”

Bucky groaned at the sight of you, swollen and dripping for him. He dropped to his knees in front of you, eyes glued to the place you wanted him most. “Honey,” he sighed when you lifted your other foot onto the couch. Practically crawling to you, he kneeled between your legs and rested the side of his face on your thigh, dangerously close to your heat.

Every shaky breath Bucky let out hit your already throbbing pussy, your back arched, silently begging for him to touch you. He hummed while nuzzling his face against your inner thigh, his stubble leaving tingling scratches to your skin there.

You lifted your head from the back of the couch to look down at him with pleading features. His flesh hand found your other thigh, pushing down to flatten your leg against the couch, spreading you open further. “You just want to cum, don’t you baby?” he asked like he hadn’t left you hanging all day. You nodded, whimpering out a “please.”

“Then I’ll make you cum, babydoll...over and over,” he stated quietly, wetting his lips while he inched closer to your heat. You clenched at his words, Bucky saw it, a smile forming on his face while he stared at your drenched folds.

In any other situation, you would have been embarrassed by the almost pornographic moan that left your throat when Bucky’s mouth latched onto your core. He slurped at your folds, tasting your slick juices. Your jaw hung open, eyebrows furrowed as small gasps escaped you every time Bucky’s tongue flicked your clit.

You whined, “Mm, Bucky!” He sucked the sensitive nub into his mouth causing your hips to buck against his face, he smiled against you. Licking slow circles around your clit, Bucky’s eyes found yours, it made your breath hitch and you found yourself unable to look away. The sight of him lapping at your pussy made your heart beat 100x faster and your walls clench.

On cue, Bucky slid his tongue to your entrance, pushing the muscle inside you and moaning when your pussy tightened. He fucked his tongue into you and you grinded shamelessly against his face making his nose rub against your clit with each roll of your hips.

Feeling the coil in your stomach tighten, you whimpered, threading your fingers into his hair in an attempt to hold his head in place, scared he was going to leave you on the edge again. Bucky shook his head side to side, burrowing his face into your pussy, your mouth fell open in a silent scream when his stubble rubbed your clit just right. Legs closing around his head, you came. Hard.

The built up tension was finally released, your back arched off the couch and your nails scraped against Bucky’s scalp. He moaned, lapping at your folds and drinking up all the juices you released on his tongue. The aftershocks of your orgasm made your hips twitch and jolt up to him.

You suddenly cried out when Bucky’s mouth latched back onto your clit, sucking hard and grazing his teeth against your bundle of nerves. “Holy...fuck, Bucky I-” You didn’t get the chance to pull away as Bucky’s arms wrapped around your thighs, holding you firmly in place as he continued the pleasurable assault on your cunt, already sending you hurtling into your next release.

Bucky meant what he said. Three orgasms later, your head was lulling against the back of the couch, incoherent mumbles and small whines leaving your lips while your eyes were squeezed shut.

You gasped when his mouth finally left your overly sensitive core. Quivering thighs fell to the couch while Bucky got off his knees, he carefully shifted the both of you so you were laying back and he was hovering over you. He wore a dumb smile, the bottom half of his face glistening with your arousal. You stared at him through hooded eyes as you brought your hand up to rest at the back of his neck. Lifting your head, you captured Bucky’s lips in a lazy kiss, it was messy, you hummed, tasting yourself on his tongue while the juices around his mouth smeared onto your face.

Bucky pulled away, propping himself up on his elbow, “You think you can give me another one, babydoll?” he asked you softly while grinding onto you and as soon as you felt the outline of his erection brush against your thigh, another flood of slick appeared between your legs. You nodded and moaned simultaneously, “Yes, yes, yes...” You chanted making Bucky chuckle above you.

“That’s my girl...”

He fumbled around as he quickly freed himself from his jeans, you bit your lip in anticipation as you watched him hold his cock in his hand. He ran his length along your folds, wetting it with your arousal, you whimpered every time he bumped your clit, still sensitive from earlier.

Both of you moaned when Bucky began pushing his cock inside, your walls instantly fluttered around him. He grunted, “You’re so fucking tight, honey,” Bucky dropped his head into your neck, panting heavily against your skin.

He rocked his hips against yours, picking up the pace and you hooked your legs around his waist, giving him access to hit deeper inside you. Mewls left your throat at how sensitive your cunt was, his thick cock grazing your walls just stimulating your further. Bucky was moaning boldly like heaven in your ear, every so often pressing a hot kiss to your neck.

“You looked so good on my lap earlier babydoll,” Bucky praised as your arm latched around his shoulders like you were holding onto him for dear life. “So good, I wanted to take you right then and there, in front of everyone!” Bucky groaned into your ear, “We should do that one time, honey...” His metal arm slid under your waist and he hugged you closer to him, you wished you’d both stripped, wanting nothing more than to feel his skin pressed to yours. “Put on a show, would you like that?”

An orgasm hit you like a truck, washing over your body and making you clench tightly around Bucky’s cock. You hadn’t even felt it nearing but now you were crying as your whole body shook. Bucky choked at the feeling of you squeezing his cock, dropping his elbow and laying flat on top of you. “Already?” he gasped, managing to keep up the pace of his thrusts, “Shit, babydoll, you just love fucking coming for me, huh?”

You whimpered into his shoulder, gripping onto him at any place you could reach. “Tell me, honey, tell me you love coming for me!” Bucky panted before audibly swallowing thickly.

“I love it, i love it so much,” You whined, screwing your eyes shut as you could already feel another coiling in your stomach, “I lov- fuck, Bucky, it’s too much!” you cried, wriggling under his body weight. You felt Bucky’s metal arm shift and flex under your back, “Nuh-uh, babydoll, gotta give me one more,” he grunted, “One more, I’m close and I want you to cum with me, okay?”

Bucky’s hips were stuttering against yours and you nodded against his shoulder, unable to form any sentence. The feeling was intense, like you could feel every curve and bump on his cock as it dragged against your walls, you gulped, approaching another gut wrenching high. “I’m there!” you whimpered out.

He stopped thrusting, dropping his hips down to grind against yours, his pelvic bones giving you the slightest friction against your clit and it shoved you over the edge. Bucky groaned in your ear, seizing up while his cock pulsed, painting your walls with his cum and filling you to the brim.

You lay still for a few minutes, listening to each other’s pants while you both caught your breath. Your eyes were closed, your body spent from the number of orgasms you induced. Bucky began peppering light kisses along your neck, “You okay, honey?” You mumbled back a ‘yes’ before unlinking your legs from around Bucky’s waist.

You whimpered when he pulled out, his warm hand massaged your trembling thigh before he buckled his jeans while sitting up. “Come on, let’s get you to bed, babydoll,” Bucky whispered, scooping you up in his arms to start walking to your shared room.

You were sound asleep before he even reached the bedroom door. Bucky smiled at you when he laid you down on the bed, brushing his knuckles against your flushed cheek. He quickly grabbed a wet cloth from the bathroom and as carefully as possible, he spread your legs apart to gently clean you up.

He striped the both of you and clambered into bed, pulling your body under the sheets and into him to keep you warm. Bucky planted a kiss to your temple before wrapping his arms around you and passing out himself.

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tefilovesreading · 4 years

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Things I love about you (Charlie Gillespie x Reader)

Pairing: Charlie Gillespie x Fem!Reader

Word count:1,6k

Warning: Some swearing (not really), a little bit of French, mention of wine bc why not. Other than that is just fluff, like loads of it.

Edited by @theamazingtomholland

MASTERLIST

Charlie always thought people were crazy when they used to list things they loved about their partners, maybe because he never fell in love as hard as he did for the girl sleeping peacefully, tangled in the sheets, and wearing nothing but his t-shirt. He kissed her shoulder before leaving the room, ready for his morning run.

He knew very well she’d still be fast asleep once he came back with breakfast, even if that meant coming back in almost an hour. And Charlie was right. When he came back an hour later, with sweat glistening his skin and the bagels he bought for breakfast, his girlfriend was still sleeping, and he let out a chuckle when he saw the nest made of pillows she always made in her sleep whenever she was sleeping on her own.

That was one of the little things she did that he completely loved. It was as if she needed to feel something holding her in her sleep, especially if he wasn’t sleeping next to her. They would cuddle before they fell asleep, but even if she wasn’t in his arms the whole night, somehow they always were touching each other in their sleep. It could be their hands, a foot, or their backs, but they were always close.

After a quick shower, he sat next to his sleeping girlfriend, caressing her arm to wake her up.

“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty,” he said in a soft voice when the girl stretched out, opening her eyes slowly.

“Morning, Charlie,” Y/N said, her voice laced with sleep, “Are you going for a run?”

“I already went for a run, my love,” the boy laughed softly, “I got us breakfast, so get your pretty ass out of bed, because I’m starving.”

“I’ll be right there, honey,” she smiled at him and rubbed her face against the pillow one last time before getting up.

Charlie handed her a warm cup of coffee, pointed to the bagels on the table. Y/N picked the one she thought was hers, knowing her boyfriend preferred the one with the beacon.

“This smells so damn good,” Charlie heard her say, and when he looked at her, she was sneakily sniffing the bagel.

And that was one of the little things Y/N did that he found adorable. Every time she had to eat or drink something, she’d smell it slightly, as if she wanted to find out the flavors beforehand.

“Who said that one was yours?” Charlie questioned jokingly just before she took the first bite. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows and put the bagel down.

“But you always order the one with avocado and tomato for me, baby,” she pouted and Charlie laughed. He got closer to the girl and pecked her lips.

“I was messing with you,” he clarified.

“What do you have to do today?” Y/N asked, before taking a sip of her coffee.

“I have an interview in like an hour,” he checked his phone with a grimace, “I should probably start getting ready. Do you have to go to the office?”

“No, but I need to catch up on some work,” Y/N answered with a shrug, “Other than that, I guess I’m just gonna chill here.”

“Lucky you,” Charlie stuck his tongue out playfully.

Later that day, when Charlie came back to Y/N’s apartment, he found her sitting on the floor with her chin resting on one of her knees. She always was sitting in the weirdest positions, and then she’d complain about back pain or having pins and needles in her legs. He thought it was cute because it was her way of finding the best position to concentrate on her work.

“You’re gonna end up with back pain, my love,” Charlie warned her and sat on the floor next to her, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, Char,” the girl said, turning her attention to the hazel-eyed boy. She laced her fingers behind his neck and pulled him closer, rubbing their noses together before pressing her lips to his in a welcoming kiss.

“I love you, you know that, right?” Charlie murmured against her lips. She hummed in response and he kissed her again.

“I love you too, baby,” she whispered back.

They sat there in silence, while she finished with whatever project she was working on, and once she turned off her laptop, Charlie put on a movie.

“Are we gonna make the effort to cook dinner or do you wanna order something?” He asked, making himself comfortable on the couch and patting the spot next to him, inviting her to join him.

“I’m in the mood for pizza,” she told him and cuddled up next to her boyfriend.

“Five minutes and I’ll call,” Charlie mentioned, wrapping his arms around Y/N and holding her tight against him. Her hair tickled him right in the nose, and he could smell the soft fragrance of her shampoo. “Is it mango or lemon?” He questioned after a while, grabbing a strand of her hair.

“Mango, do you like it?”

“Yeah! it smells great, babe.” Charlie pressed a kiss on top of her head and then struggled a bit to get hold of his phone.

After a quick call to the pizza place they always ordered from, they stayed on the couch, enjoying being in the arms of the other. It was small moments like that one, a movie playing on the tv, but their attention fixed on each other. Charlie loved to hear her laugh every time he tickled her or the funny faces she made whenever he faked pushing her off the couch.

“Pizza’s here!” She chirped when the ring bell resonated through the apartment, standing up quickly and making her way to the door.

“Do you want wine or beer?” Charlie asked, walking to the kitchen.

“Wine,” Y/N put the pizza box on the counter and pointed to the small wine cabinet, “my mom sent me one the other day and she said it was perfect for pizza and pasta.”

“No plates, babe,” Charlie mentioned when he saw his girlfriend trying to reach a couple of plates, “that way we only have to wash the glasses.”

“You’re getting lazy, Gillespie,” Y/N teased the boy, but did as he told her.

With a new movie playing on the tv, pizza, and a bottle of wine they sat again on the couch, bickering over small things like Charlie muttering the dialogues because he knows all the lines or the fact that Y/N can’t sit still while watching a movie.

“If you kick me one more time, Y/N,” he warned her, putting his glass of wine on the coffee table before she could make him spill it on the couch.

“I didn’t do it on purpose,” Y/N batted her eyelashes and pouted at her boyfriend, “What are you gonna do about it anyway?”

“Y/N stop it,” Charlie warned again, but Y/N kicked his thigh again softly, it was more a nudge than a real kick.

He glanced at her, a grin forming on his lips before he grabbed the girl by her feet and pulled her into a laying position, and attacked her sides with his fingers.

“No, Charlie!” The girl squealed, trying to move away from his hands, “please!”

“That’s not gonna work, my love,” he cackled, moving one of his hands up to her neck knowing that was her weak spot.

“Charlie!” Their laughter filled the room, and Y/N squirmed under the boy, “S’il te plaît, babe!”

“Oh! Tu parles français, mon amour.” Charlie knew his girlfriend only knew how to say a few things in French, please being one of them. He stopped his attack and left a soft kiss on her nose, before pressing their lips together in a kiss.

Y/N pulled away from the kiss first, still short of breath because of the tickles, with a smile on her face, she brought her hands up to cup her boyfriend’s face and pulled him into a kiss again.

“I love you, my idiot,” she breathed against his lips, “now get off, you’re crushing me.”

“I love you too, mon amour.”

Charlie was about to get in bed when Y/N walked in with a towel wrapped around her body and her hair wet. He let out a sigh, too tired to complain now.

“Sit so we can’t get this done fast,” he pointed to the bed and plugged in the hairdryer.

Sure, he was exhausted, but he loved to help his girl dry her hair, and be a part of her little night routine. That was one of the things he loved about her, she had a tendency to be unpredictable, but no matter what, she’d always take a shower before bed, take her time putting on lotions and skincare, and he’d always help her dry her hair if he was staying over.

He loved the fact that he could tell if Y/N was laying next to him just by her fruity fragrance. He loved to help her relax at the end of the day, and somehow, drying her hair helped him relax too.

After her hair was finally dry, he covered himself with the covers and sent a quick goodnight message to his family group chat, while he waited for his girl to finish her night routine.

“Vanilla or coconut?” She wondered, fumbling things in her nightstand drawer. He saw the two hand creams she was holding and smiled.

“Vanilla.”

She squeezed the tube to put cream on her own hands and then squeezed cream on his hands.

“You know I love your sexy guitarist hands, but we don’t like dry hands in this house,” Y/N commented with a sweet smile.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” Charlie said, shaking his head in amusement.

“Goodnight, Charlie,” the girl answered, cuddling next to him.

“I love you,” he wrapped an arm around her and closed his eyes, happy to spend another night next to the girl he loved so much.

“I love you too, babe.”

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lemonandhugs · 3 years

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Stars Align: Chapter 14

Cait displayed her longing for him through their passionate kiss just as much as he did, and Sam began to walk up the few steps, not daring to break the kiss. Cait sneakily opened her eyes to look at him, but what caught her eye was his bag still sitting on the footpath.

“Mm!” was the noise she made against his mouth.

Sam opened his eyes, and she broke the kiss.

“Your bag,” Cait pointed, panting.

Sam turned to look down at it, then looked back at her and growled with an unwillingness to let her go. He reluctantly put her down at the top of the steps, then hurried to grab his bag and meet her at the top of the steps again. He draped his arm over her shoulders and kissed the top of her head. She held his back tightly, feeling so much happiness and excitement now that she had Sam with her again. She bent down to pick up her bouquet of white roses and they stepped into her apartment.

“Thank you for these, so pretty. Reminds me of the ones in our Paris room,” she looked up at him with a flirtatious smile.

Sam smiled back and nodded, “that’s why I got them for you. I know how much you like white roses.”

Cait smelt them again and closed her eyes, enjoying the fragrance, “mm.”

Sam dropped his bag at her front door, then looked around. It was almost the same layout, but the rooms were twice the size, and the kitchen was through a door. Every room had sky blue walls and the floor was a light-coloured wooden floorboard.

“I’ll just put these in a vase, and then I’ll give you a tour,” she promised over her shoulder, walking into the kitchen.

He followed her. It had dark stone tiles and enough room for a round dining table off to the side. Cait filled up an hourglass shaped vase and put the roses in it, she then carried it out of the kitchen and put it on her larger dining table in her separate dining room.

She stood back to admire them, “beautiful,” she turned and smiled at him, in which he reciprocated with his lopsided smile.

She then threaded her fingers through his and they walked around her apartment, from room to room. Her apartment had two spare bedrooms. When they came to her room, Sam looked around at the big room with the same blue walls and light floorboards. He walked to the ensuite and poked his head in to look around. He smirked at the shower that was big enough for two. When he leant back out of the ensuite and turned to look at her, she was standing in front of the open door. With a sensuous look, she took a step forward, put one foot back and kicked the door closed. Sam flicked his eyebrows up and smirked at her. She walked towards him agonisingly slow, holding his eyes in a lustful stare. She took his hand, led him, walking backwards, to the side of the bed and then pushed him down on to it, before launching her body onto his. Their mouths pulled, their teeth bit, and their tongues stroked and swirled in an aching need.

Tugging Cait’s shirt and bra off, Sam panted into her mouth, “oh god, I missed you,” feeling his hard cock rub against her, as she grinded her pelvis.

“Mm,” she moaned against his mouth in response to both what he said and his hands now squeezing her boobs and stroking her nipples.

“I’ve missed you,” she whispered as she broke the kiss and turned her attention to his earlobe, travelling down his neck.

He grabbed her waist and turned both of their bodies so that he was now on top of her. She gave him a satisfied smile and wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him down close to her. She felt the tip of him hit her clitoris and she let out a breathy, unexpected moan at the feeling. Sam looked down and realised why, then looked back up at her with an enticing smirk and deliberately stroked her up and down some more.

Cait closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and let out a soft, breathy “ah…” moan, as she squirmed beneath him.

She opened her eyes weakly to see him watching her. She wrapped her legs around him tighter, and wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing his mouth down hard onto hers. Feeling that she was more than ready, he positioned his pelvis and pushed himself into her, and they moved together, moaning, whimpering, and groaning through each kiss.

Cait arched her neck back, eyes shut, and breathed heavily as she felt herself coming close. Sam kissed up and down her throat, then stroked the side of her neck with his tongue and stubbly chin. Then he dug his hands underneath her back, wrapped his arms around her and pulled her upright. He quickly leant backwards onto his arse and stretched his legs out. He put one hand on the bed behind him and kept the other on her waist. She rolled her hips on him and kept their rhythm. With her holding the control, she brought him deeper into her with each stroke, and her legs began to shake. Feeling her legs tremble, Sam reached back and unclasped her ankles from around his waist, then pushed them back so she was leaning on her knees. He then leant backwards so he was laying down flat on his back, and she leant against his pecks with both hands as she prepared to ride her way to orgasm. When she was achingly close, they both heard a sudden scratching sound on their door. They both paused briefly, looking towards the door, but heard nothing. They continued their movements for another minute, then heard the scratching sound again, and they stopped. The scratching had ceased, but then they heard a quiet, sweet “meow.”

Sam smiled and Cait giggled immediately, “it’s just Eddie wanting to come in.”

“Aw, Eddie,” Sam looked towards the door again.

“You’ll meet her after,” Cait panted, and she took Sam’s mouth again and rode him hard and fast to make up for their delay.

Sam let out a choked groan into Cait’s mouth and bit down on her lip, making Cait smile against his mouth.

A few minutes later and they were both a collapsed bundle of sweat. Cait was moving up and down as Sam’s chest rose and fell at a rapid rate. His hand was idly travelling up and down Cait’s spine, as she was coming down from her high, her breathing becoming steady again.

The scratching began again, “meow…meow,” Eddie pleaded, sliding one of her paws under the door.

Cait let out a breathy laugh and lifted herself off Sam, “I better let her in. She’s not used to being locked out,” she smiled down at him, gave him a quick peck, then climbed off his body.

She quickly ducked to the toilet, and Sam sat up and reached for the wipes and tissues.

Five minutes later, Cait walked towards the door and opened it to see Eddie on her back, sideways against the door. She kicked her back legs and then rolled onto her belly to stand up, as she saw her favourite person smile down at her.

“Hi! Sorry you were locked out,” Cait apologised as she bent down and scratched Eddie on the head. Eddie put her head up and closed her eyes in enjoyment.

When Cait stood back up and opened the door wider, Eddie rubbed the side of her face and body against Cait’s leg, then walked slowly into the room. She made eye contact with Sam, as he sat on the side of the bed with underwear on. Sam leant forward with his elbows on his knees and smiled at Eddie.

“Hi, Eddie,” Sam said cheerfully.

Cait smiled as she watched Sam and Eddie. Then Cait walked past Eddie and sat down next to Sam. Eddie trotted over to Cait’s legs and rubbed against it and purred. Then she slowly and carefully extended her neck and touched her nose to Sam’s leg and sniffed curiously. Sam and Cait watched her, not daring to move. Eddie took another step towards Sam’s legs, then sniffed again. She curiously looked up at his face. She took two more steps forward and was now in between his legs, she rubbed her face against Sam’s other leg, then sat down and licked her paw.

“Aw! Wow, she must like you; I was actually kind of nervous. She’s usually mean to people she doesn’t know, until she gets to know them better. She’s actually scratched one of my friends, who’s also a guy. She’s never been like this with someone she doesn’t know,” Cait smiled gratefully down at Eddie.

Sam smiled, then carefully brought his hand down and scratched Eddie on top of her head. Eddie stopped licking her paw and leant into the scratching. When Sam stopped, Eddie looked up at Sam with her big green eyes. Sam lowered his hand to her again and she bumped the side of her face onto his knuckles and rubbed back and forth, purring.

“Oh my god, she really likes you. She’s never like this! You must just have a way with animals, all the horses like you,” Cait nudged his shoulder and chuckled.

Sam giggled and shrugged a shoulder, “she’s so cute.”

Cait looked at Sam adoringly, then admired her man and her fur child bonding. After Eddie was finished rubbing her face on Sam’s hand, she pounced up onto the bed beside him then walked behind him and around to Cait. She climbed onto Cait’s bare lap and curled up. Her legs hung down because of her large size. Cait stroked Eddie from her head to her tail, over and over. Eddie closed her eyes and purred loudly.

“I guess I’m not moving for a while,” Cait smirked up at Sam, then smiled back down at Eddie falling asleep in her lap.

Sam chuckled, “I wanted to talk to you about something anyway.”

Cait looked back up at him and raised her eyebrows, “oh, okay,” she nodded.

“Well…since it’s New Year’s Eve, I was just wondering if you had an idea of what you wanted to do, if anything? I mean we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to…I just…” Sam stammered.

Cait’s grin grew bigger across her mouth, the more nervous Sam became. She put her hand on his forearm to settle his nerves.

“I would like to do something, but I don’t know what things they have on here. You’ll have to decide on this one, you’re the Scot after all,” she teased, biting her lip.

Sam relaxed and his expression rid itself of any apprehensiveness. It was replaced with a relieved smile and his blue eyes lit up excitedly.

“I’ll grab my iPad and show you,” he said with a swift kiss to Cait’s cheek, before he jogged out of the room, in nothing but his underwear. Cait admired his very attractive, firm arse the few seconds before he was out of the room.

A few minutes later, Sam reappeared with his iPad in one hand. He collapsed onto the bed, landing on his belly, moving forward so he was next to Cait’s lap, where a curious Eddie sniffed his hair.

“Well, here it’s actually called Hogmanay. We could have dinner at this really nice restaurant, The Ubiquitous Chip, and then we could go to Merchant Square for the fireworks, if you wanted?” Sam scrolled through photos of Hogmanay celebrations on his iPad and looked up at her in question.

“Yeah, that sounds really nice,” she smiled down at him, “better make a reservation now though, what if they don’t have any?” Cait asked.

“There’s plenty of restaurants in Glasgow, don’t worry,” he gently bumped his head against Cait’s arm, then got up to fetch his phone.

He paced back and forth in the room while waiting on the phone. Cait picked up Eddie’s top half, kissed the top of her head, then placed her down on the foot of the bed. Eddie looked around to register what had happened, then cleaned behind her ears and settled down in her new spot. Cait reached for her underwear and stepped into them, then put her comfy around-the-house clothes back on.

She ran downstairs to make some coffee for both of them, while Sam was on the phone.

“We got the last two spots!” Cait heard Sam yell. She poked her head out of the kitchen door and saw him walking down the stairs with both arms up in the air in victory, a cheesy smile on his face.

Cait laughed at him, “aw, yay! That was lucky.”

She watched Sam’s abs tense and bulge as he simply walked towards her. It was hypnotising. She swallowed hard and distracted herself with making the coffees in her fancy coffee maker.

“Ooh, coffee?” Sam asked playfully as he wrapped his arms around Cait from behind and kissed her shoulder.

“Yes, coffee,” Cait nodded.

“This is nice,” Sam touched her coffee machine, “all I have is a kettle,” Sam stated with a joking pout, leaning his chin on her shoulder.

This made Cait giggle, “aw. Well don’t worry, you can have all the fancy coffees while you’re here. Who needs a café?”

Sam giggled and kissed the side of Cait’s neck, then walked over to Cait’s fridge, “can uh…I…?” he gestured towards the fridge.

Cait giggled again, “of course. Grab what you want. The pantry is over there,” she gestured with her chin, to the far corner of the kitchen, where her walk-in pantry was.

“Luckily I did a shop before you got back,” Cait said as she picked up both coffee mugs.

“Mm,” Sam nodded and smiled, half a banana in his mouth.

Cait smirked at him, and shook her head, “come on, you,” she gestured with her head towards the loungeroom.

Sam followed close behind, then sat down on her lounge. Cait held out his coffee to him then sat down with hers next to him.

“Thank you, babe,” he smiled, then leant in to kiss her temple, before blowing on his coffee and sipping.

Cait’s face lit up as much as it did the first time, only an hour and a half before. She smiled brightly at him.

He wiggled his eyebrows and reciprocated with a cheeky smile.

“I’m just not used to it yet, so it’s going to make me all…giddy for a while,” she shrugged one shoulder and giggled.

“Fine by me,” he stated, and lifted his arm up and put it around her.

She leant into the crook of his neck and brought her coffee close to her mouth. They watched some more of a show they both heard was pretty good, while they enjoyed their coffees.

Two more hours had passed of Sam and Cait just bumming around her apartment. When the clouds went away and the sun was shining, they went and laid on the grass together, to get a little vitamin D, in her garden. They were enjoying just lazing about together, catching up on the time they had lost when they were apart. When it came to the moments they needed to themselves, they fell into it easily, but were always touching. Sam would either be lying with his head in Cait’s lap while scrolling through his social media, while Cait read her newest novel, or Cait would have her legs draped over Sam’s lap, until Sam got bored with what he was doing and decided to tickle Cait’s feet instead. This caused her to giggle and squirm, causing Sam to pull her closer by the legs, and launch his body on top of hers. Giggles quickly turned to heated moans, and Cait’s novel ended up on the floor.

They eventually drifted off on her lounge, Sam laying on his side, cuddling Cait to his chest, arms wrapped around her back. He was the first to wake up and picked up his phone to check the time. 7:50pm. If they wanted to be ready for their 8:30pm reservation, they needed to get ready now. He looked down at Cait who was still contently breathing in and out against his chest.

His thumb stroked along her cheekbone, “Cait?” he whispered.

After no response, Sam bent down and placed feather-light kisses all over the side of her face. The only response he got was Cait slightly scrunching up her face and twitching her nose. He knew he needed to try a different tactic. His hand wandered underneath her shirt and stroked her soft, bare skin so softly, with his fingertips. She began to squirm and drew a sharp breath in. The corners of Sam’s mouth twitched as he watched her. He moved his fingertips higher, towards the side of her left boob. Her body quivered and flinched, her eyebrows furrowed, and her eyes fluttered open. Her gaze met a very cheeky smile on Sam’s face.

“Hello, beautiful,” he lightly ran his finger down the bridge of her nose, his voice not much louder than a whisper.

A bright smile and a slight blush overcame Cait’s face, as she covered her eyes with one hand and giggled.

Sam chuckled, held her wrist and brought it back down from her face. He leant down and kissed her mouth briefly.

Cait pushed herself up and leant on her elbow, “beautiful?” she asked looking down at her baggy clothes, “I’m wearing the daggiest clothes an–,” she was cut off by his mouth.

After Sam broke the kiss, he tucked some of her hair behind her ear, and held the back of her neck, “it doesn’t matter what you’re wearing. You’re beautiful, regardless. A natural beauty,” he said in a voice so gentle and tender.

It was Cait who leant in, with a kiss forceful enough to earn a throaty moan from Sam.

“Hm,” he smiled at her, rubbing his nose lightly on hers, “we need to start getting ready for dinner,” he said as he pushed himself to sit up.

Cait checked the time and gasped, “fuck! We have half an hour!” she panicked.

“Then I suppose we should save time and water,” he said seductively.

Cait smirked at him, “alright, we’ll use the shower in the main bathroom, it’s bigger.”

They both pounced off the lounge and ran to the bathroom. They stripped off quickly and jumped in the shower. Despite being very limited with time, being wet and skin-to-skin in the shower together was a place where they easily became lost in each other. They weren’t touching, initially, but watching each other clean themselves shifted the energy very quickly. The air became thick, not just with steam, but with sexual tension, a prickling electricity. Cait had already rinsed off, and it was Sam’s turn. She faced him, her body touching his. She hung up her loofa, then took his and hung it up. She stood back a little to watch the water cascade down his pecks, nipples, and abdominals. The sight of his wet body was like a magnetic force, she almost didn’t realise that her hands rose to touch him. She ran both hands up his body, and his large hands found her waist and pulled her closer against him. She pushed against his chest until he took a step back and was against the wall. She stood close against him again, put her hands on either side of his neck and pulled his mouth onto hers. His tongue darted out and forced her mouth open, desperate to go inside. His hands moved around her body as eagerly as his tongue. He broke the kiss to catch his breath, then kissed from the corner of her jaw and down her neck. Then he halted his movements and let out a pained moan against her skin.

“I don’t want to stop,” he kissed up her throat, “but we’ll be late,” he breathed against her mouth.

She nodded in understanding, leant in for one more soft kiss, lingering a little longer than she should’ve.

Sam put the towel over his head and rubbed vigorously, and Cait bent down and got her hair dryer out of the cupboard. Sam, with his hair looking like he was electrocuted, placed a kiss on the nape of her neck and smiled at her in the mirror, before leaving the bathroom to get dressed. Luckily, he had nicer clothes in his bag from his trip that he didn’t get to wear. He made sure he got out of the bathroom as soon as possible, because he had a plan. A plan that required a little extra time and confirmation. He grabbed his phone, quickly typed, then scrolled. He nodded to himself a few times then faintly smiled, before fetching his clothes.

Once fully dressed, he came back into the bathroom and saw Cait still fully naked with dry, slightly wavy hair. Wavy for now, before the Claire curls creep back throughout the night. Sam looked her up and down, in the mirror and flicked his eyebrows up seductively. She glanced at him in the mirror and then turned to face him. She raised her own eyebrows up in quite a seductive way. She closed the space between them, his scent diving up into her nostrils. She put her hands on his chest and looked at him adoringly. He was wearing slim, dark blue jeans with brown boots, a black button-down shirt, and his brown leather, hooded jacket.

“You, Sam Heughan, are ridiculously handsome. With and without clothes, the clothes just heighten it,” she breathed out sensuously against his mouth, lightly caressing her lips against his.

He captured her arse and sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and bit down, releasing a sound from his throat that was halfway between a growl and a moan. With a slight slap to her arse, he released her and faced the mirror. He attempted to smooth his hair back with his fingers, but it kept falling forward.

Cait let a laugh out of her nose, “come here, hon,” she said tenderly as she turned on the tap to wet her fingers.

He faced her, not being able to hide the lopsided smile at her calling him “hon”. She smirked up at him and reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, smoothing it back. She then grabbed her comb, wet it and ran it back through Sam’s hair, the top and back of it.

“Good?” she asked, looking at him in the mirror.

He nodded and smiled happily.

He turned towards her, “thanks babe,” and sweetly placed a kiss on her forehead, before tapping her arse once on his way out of the bathroom.

She looked back at him, that same blush gracing her cheeks.

Five minutes later, Cait came out with a makeup look that looked like it needed an hour. She had a light smoky eye look. The brown made her blue-grey eyes stand out even more. She had a winter outfit in mind, and she was looking forward to Sam’s reaction. She put on a dark maroon, long-sleeved, short dress, with thigh-high black boots, and a black trench coat over top. After picking a clutch and putting her necessities in, she went downstairs to meet Sam.

Sam was leaning against the arm of her lounge, looking down at his phone. He caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye and looked up at her, coming down the stairs. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped slightly. He looked at her from top to bottom.

“Wow,” he put his arms out, palms facing up.

Cait giggled, then looked down at her boots, “will it do?”

“Oh, it’ll do,” he responded quickly, eyes still wide and nodding eagerly, “beautiful,” he quietly continued, eyes soft with adoration.

There was a real struggle to find a parking spot, as they anticipated, but they were lucky to catch someone leaving and grab their spot, around the corner from the restaurant.

Cait snuggled into Sam’s side, and he slipped his arm around her waist and held her tight as they walked. Sam knew that their table at the restaurant was amazing, but he wanted it to be a surprise for Cait. It was outdoor, on the ground level, near one of the fountains, a little pristine pond, and under a large heater.

Cait’s face went from anxious to a surprised wonder in a matter of seconds, as they followed the waiter to their table. She smiled back at Sam, before she sat down in her chair. Before she could pull out her chair and sit, Sam dashed behind her and pulled it out. She sat down and turned her head to the side and smiled at him. He placed a kiss on top of her head and stroked her shoulders. He walked around the table to sit opposite from her. With a bright smile, he reached his hands across the table, seeking hers. She quickly reached out and he held both her hands, stroking his thumbs back and forth.

“Do you know what you’d like to drink?” he let go of her hands to pass her a drinks menu.

“Uh…I don’t have anything particular in mind…” she responded, browsing the menu from top to bottom, “I’ve never had an Atholl Brose. It says it’s the traditional Hogmanay drink. It sounds nice, I’ll have that.”

“Ah, yeah I haven’t had that one either,” Sam nodded, scanning his own menu.

“A whiskey for you?” Cait teased.

“Definitely a whiskey for me,” he said still looking at his menu with furrowed brows, biting his thumb nail, before looking at her with a soft face and a smirk.

A few minutes later, a waiter came and asked if they’d like to order drinks. Once they did order, their drinks came four minutes later.

Cait took a sip of her creamy, orange drink. Sam watched her intently. She moved her tongue around her mouth, paying attention to the different flavours, then licked her lips slowly, “mm! It’s nice. How’s yours?” she asked.

Sam flinched as he was knocked out of his daze of watching Cait do things with her mouth and tongue.

“Um, uh…” he fumbled and quickly picked up his glass and took a sip, “mm,” he nodded before swallowing, “hoo! It’s good, very good.”

Cait giggled, “do you want a sip?” she held her glass out to him.

He smiled at her and took it. He quickly took a sip of water and swished it around his mouth. He took a sip of her drink, “ooh yeah, creamy. Pretty good,” he nodded as he gave it back to her.

“Have a wee nip,” Sam recited in his Jamie voice, and held his whiskey out to her.

Her face lit up, cracked by a beaming smile, “aw, Jamie!” she laughed and took his glass.

Sam chuckled, and intently watched her again. Cait took a hesitant sip. Her face scrunched up a little as it hit her tongue, then a lot as she struggled to swallow it down.

“Oh god, that’s strong!” she choked out and coughed, her eyes watering.

Sam couldn’t help but laugh as she grabbed her water and skulled it.

“It burnt going down,” Cait squeaked out, clearing her throat.

“Yeah, it’s a strong one. I prefer them like that, more flavoursome,” he shrugged a shoulder.

Then he held up his glass and smiled, and she did the same.

“Happy almost New Year, baby,” he smiled at her crookedly.

Her beaming smile was back with a hint of blush, “happy almost New Year, darling,” she clinked her glass against his, and didn’t break her eye contact as she took another sip.

She gave him her sensual eyes and deliberately licked her lips a little more when she brought her glass back down. The new and exciting addition of pet names was quite the turn on. Sam watched her tongue slide over her lips, swallowed his drink hard and coughed a couple of times. Cait smirked behind her hand, then slowly ran the point of her boot up his calf. He flicked one eyebrow when he felt it, then put his hand across the table again, palm up. She took it, and he turned her hand over, leant forward and kissed her fingers.

“So…I have an idea…for the fireworks. A different idea, I mean. It’s a surprise though,” Sam sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and chewed on it, trying to hide his very coy smile.

Cait raised her eyebrows and turned her head, “oh really?” a slight grin growing.

“Mmhmm,” Sam’s face broke into a cheeky, stifled smile, “you’ll just have to wait and see.”

Cait’s grin grew a little more, then a waiter came to take their order. Sam ordered the haggis, and also a plate of scallops. Cait ordered the lamb. When their meals arrived fifteen minutes later, they eyed each other’s meals. Sam was insistent that Cait have a bite of his haggis, even though she’d had it before, and also one of his scallops. She happily gave him a couple of bites of her lamb and let him finish the rest off her plate when she was full; it was a large serving. For dessert, they ordered the white chocolate parfait for two.

Two hours later and they left the restaurant. Sam checked his watch.

‘Still an hour and 15 until midnight…’ Sam thought, trying to quickly think of how they could kill some time.

“Would you like to go to a nice park near the water? To digest a bit, before the…surprise,” he asked, squeezing her hand.

“Yeah, it’s actually not that cold tonight,” Cait rubbed his hand with her thumb.

After a very short drive, they arrived at Kelvingrove Park. It was brightly lit along the pathways, which wrapped around the park in different directions, leading to both open and secluded shrubbery. It had steep hills, a large bridge over the lake, and a fountain in the centre. Hand in hand, they decided to take the path that led them uphill. In no time, their bodies were warm, and they were breathing deeply. They reached as high as the path would go. If they chose to go higher on the hill, they would have to go off the path and walk through some long grass. There was a wooden bench and they sat down. They were high enough that they could see the top of the art gallery, and some of the lake. They stayed snuggled up, Cait with one of her legs draped over Sam’s, his hand on her thigh, idly drawing circles on her bare skin with fingertip. He leant his head to the side, against hers. She turned her head to look at him, then he did the same. His hand left her thigh and found the side of her neck instead. He gently pulled her closer and brought her mouth to his very tenderly, taking his time and drawing out the kiss. She could taste the whiskey on his tongue, but it was very mild against the white chocolate parfait. He broke the kiss, but kept very close, his mouth still against hers, breathing in her breaths. After a minute, he leant back a little to look at her in the light of the night sky. The corner of his mouth flicked up and his eyes softened even more. She hummed in contentment and brought her hand up and stroked the stubble on his chin. He leant in again and placed a peck on her mouth.

“Let’s go walk along the bridge? Then we’d better get going,” Sam looked towards the water.

“Ooh, for the surprise?” Cait giggled.

“Yes,” he brought her hand up to his mouth and placed a soft kiss on the back of it.

They stood in the middle of the light yellow, stone bridge, watching the water slowly flow, seeing the ripple sparkle in the moonlight.

“This park is really beautiful,” Cait admired, watching the water flow downstream.

“We might have to come back in the daytime, some time,” Sam suggested, stroking her shoulder with his hand.

“Yes,” she smiled up at him contently.

They lingered on the bridge, enjoying the peace, for another ten minutes, then it was time to head off.

It was only an eight-minute drive to their destination. When they arrived, Cait looked around at all the greenery and assumed it was another park, but up on a hill. They followed the dark path up to the black gates of entry. It was then when Cait saw it. The sign. Glasgow Necropolis. Cait stopped dead in her tracks and a look of horror came over her face. Her breath hitched in her throat, and she let go of his hand, wrapping them around herself protectively. Sam looked back at her with concern.

“You…you’ve brought me to a cemetery…at night?!” Cait raised her voice in fear.

“Trust me. When we get to where I want to show you, it’s well lit, and what you’ll see…” Sam explained, trying to reassure her.

“I don’t like cemeteries in the daytime, let alone night-time, Sam,” Cait responded with an irritated tone.

“I promise, it won’t be dark up there. Please, trust me? If you don’t like what you see, we’ll come straight back and go somewhere else,” Sam pleaded gently.

Cait hesitated, but she knew she could trust Sam. She knew in her heart that he’d never harm her or put her in harm’s way.

She slowly unwrapped herself with her arms, took a step forward and threaded her fingers back through Sam’s.

Taking a deep breath in and letting it out, shakily, “okay,” she nodded.

He stroked her hand with his thumb in reassurance and they ascended the dark park, uphill. He could feel Cait’s grip on his hand tighten, the more tombstones they came across.

It only took five minutes for them to reach the top, and he was right. It was well lit with different coloured lights, such a contrast to what it was like where they parked. Then Sam stepped off the path, onto the soft grass, pulling her with him. They carefully walked between the graves and came to some concrete stairs. Cait wasn’t able to see the view in front of her, as Sam was blocking it, but once they reached the tops of the stairs, she saw it, and her door dropped. It didn’t feel like it, but they were up so high that they were looking over the city. They also had a view of the Cathedral. She was overcome with the beauty of it. The twinkling lights of the buildings, the cars driving here and there, and then the stars above.

“Sam, oh my god,” she breathed out with wide eyes.

Sam smiled faintly at her expression, and then the view.

“Do you like it or was this a really stupid idea?” her asked nervously.

“No, it’s…it’s amazing,” her face broke into a smile.

Sam sat down on the stair, and she sat next to him.

“I just…I wanted to bring you to a place where no one else would be, where it could be just the two of us. A place that had a great view for the fireworks. Merchant Square…we’d be completely surrounded by people, and there’s always someone that will ask to kiss you at midnight,” Sam explained with a disgusted expression.

Cait chuckled at his expression and stroked his hand.

“It would’ve just been so impersonal, you know? I wanted something…a little special,” he continued, looking down at their entangled hands.

“It really is special,” Cait glanced towards the view, “thank you for being so thoughtful, and sweet,” she leant her head on his shoulder.

“I’m glad you like it. I only knew about coming here because we used to come here years ago, my mum, my brother, and I, on New Year's Eve. No one else would ever be here, it would just be us, with the best view. I knew I wanted to share that with someone special one day,” he said huskily, lightly running his fingers along her jawline.

She gave him an expression of such adoration, and was about to lean in, then they heard a far off hum of a crowd, and looked towards it.

“Ten”

“Nine”

“Eight”

“Seven”

“Six”

“Five”

“Four”

“Three”

“Two”

“One!”

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

Cait threw her arms around Sam’s neck and pulled him to her for a kiss full of passion, heat, eagerness, tenderness, and longing. Hands frantically pulling, tightly gripping, and squeezing. Tongues dancing in a frenzy, teeth biting, lips sucking, groins pounding. After a couple of minutes, they had no choice but to come up for air.

“Happy New Year,” they said in sync, foreheads together, out of breath, but satisfied with such a kiss to kick off the new year.

During the kiss, all they could hear was their own moans and the beating in their ears and chest; it drowned out to blasts of the colourful explosions in the sky.

They turned towards they view and contently watched the different types of fireworks shoot into the sky. The colours were illuminating the whole cemetery. They were different sizes, some sparkled, some swirled. They always lasted ten minutes.

After they had watched them for seven minutes, Sam turned towards her, placing his hand on her thigh.

“Caitriona Balfe?” he said in a shaky voice.

She looked at him in response, and turned towards him, smiling brightly at him.

“I…I…uh…I think you’re…amazing, and…and beautiful, talented…you’re intelligent, and…you’re funny, and…um…,” he stuttered, but maintaining eye contact.

The emotion in Cait’s face grew with each wonderful thing he said to her.

“I love you,” he said in a voice so strong, so sure, yet so gentle.

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Part 1 of Katsuki meeting the cat. (Not sure if this will be a bkdk fic yet)

Part 2 here

Katsuki meets it when he comes back home after a two weeks trip to his parents’ place. It looks at him, tongue still tentatively hanging out from where it was lapping at the milk someone placed on the ground for it. They stare at each other for all of eight seconds before it scurries away as if chased by the devil himself.

Katsuki stares after it, looks around the apartment, takes all the new additions in and resolutely decides to ignore it until it sorts itself out. He doesn’t even bother asking his damn roommate about the new addition to their apartment.

When he does meet Todoroki later for dinner, he doesn’t lose any words about it so Katsuki follows his example. Before he leaves for his room, he sees Todoroki place a fresh bowl of water on the ground before he, too, leaves for his room.

And so the cat exists somewhere between them as they all play this game of ignorance. Todoroki puts food out for it, takes care of the cat litter box and that’s about it. Katsuki ignores the cat, Todoroki ignores the need for an explanation and the cat ignores them both.

It works out just fine for Katsuki, until he catches sight of it convulsing randomly. Katsuki narrows his eyes at it, carefully watching the convulsions repeat themselves over and over again, until the cat sees him and then scurries off again, very obviously displeased with his presence.

Look, it’s not like Katsuki hates animals. He generally likes them, especially if they are small and round. But cats are a special kind of breed which don’t mesh with him. It’s like their asshollery and his own can’t see eye to eye so he’s predetermined to be hated by them.

He’s had twenty years to get used to it. But those weird convulsions make him worry. Asking Todoroki would probably lead to nothing therefore Katsuki looks it up online.

It takes him three searches and two youtube videos to determine that the cat has hiccups.

After the fifth time he catches sight of it hiccuping, he goes shopping, buys cat food, a collar and some stuff he would need for the cat’s bath. Later at dinner, Katsuki gives Todoroki the bill and forbids him from feeding the cat anything he doesn’t okay.

Todoroki, just like Katsuki had expected, shrugs and transfers him the money by the next day. That night Katsuki carefully lays out a trap with some fresh treats he had bought and surprisingly enough, manages to catch the cat on his first try.

It all goes south when it turns fluid and slips out of his grip while he reaches for the shower head. Todoroki who’s been standing by the door and watching like the plant that he is, doesn’t do anything as the fiasco unfolds.

“Shut the damn door,” Katsuki shrieks, dripping wet now but the fucking asshole just leans back and lets the damn cat pass by. “What the fuck?”

“I didn’t want to get wet,” Todoroki says, pointing at the wet trail the cat left behind.

Katsuki aims the shower head at him and watches unamused as Todoroki imitates the cat with his hurried escape from the bathroom. Katsuki shuts the tab, rubs the water out of his eyes and allows himself a deep sigh before he goes off to find his wet roommates.

It’s a girl and apparently she has no name. Todoroki stares at the name tag Katsuki pushed under his nose for all of five seconds before he looks up at Katsuki with a horrified expression. “A name?”

“You gonna call her a cat or something?”

“I can’t name her,” Todoroki whispers. “She hates me.”

Katsuki stares at him. “What?”

“The first time I touched her, she shrieked as if I was about to kill her.”

“So what?”

“She’s…”

“You scared of her or what?”

“Of course not,” Todoroki says. His expression gives nothing away.

Katsuki narrows his eyes. He can tell right away that Todoroki is in fact very much scared of their new roommate. He really wants to know why they are keeping a cat when the owner is scared shitless of her but he holds his tongue.

Todoroki and Katsuki have this nice thing going on, wherein they ignore each other and their stupid ass decisions. Todoroki had wanted to get away from his father and Katsuki wanted the kind of freedom his parents’ home couldn’t give. So, after high school they had agreed to room together, having had less than five conversations but knowing about each other through Kirishima.

He’s afraid if he inquires about the cat, Todoroki might unload his family situation on him. There are many things Katsuki can deal with, the hints of Todoroki’s family drama make him believe that that’s something he would rather like to avoid.

“You name her,” Todoroki says, pushing the tag into his hands and disappearing into his room.

Katsuki stares after him, hears clatter near the door to the kitchen and looks there just in time to see the cat stare at him. They hold eye contact for a whole of twelve seconds before she suddenly hiccups and makes a run for it.

Katsuki narrows his eyes and trails her steps into the kitchen.

The bag of treats lies half empty on the floor. Of course it does. Cleaning up the mess, Katsuki vows to get some safety locks to keep the little thief out of his kitchen.

Katsuki is cleaning out the litter box the next day, when Todoroki approaches him and lifts an eyebrow. “Kuri,” he asks Katsuki after seeing the name tag on the table. Then he turns to look at the cat, who is very obviously not chestnut coloured.

Katsuki follows his gaze to see Kuri lying on the windowsill and slowly licking at her own grey paw. Most of her fur is grey with a few bits of white peeking out here and there. “‘Cause she hiccups but shakkuri is a mouthful.”

Todoroki doesn’t comment further and goes to the bathroom, leaving Katsuki to his work.

Two weeks later and her ears twitch whenever she hears her name. It’s satisfying enough to him that he finds himself add a few more treats to her dinner.

It happens one month and four days after Katsuki walked into his apartment and discovered that he had a new roommate, that said roommate sneakily crawls on top of Katsuki’s chest and curls up there.

Todoroki stumbles on the way to the kitchen after catching sight of them. He stands there for a whole two minutes before Katsuki finally sees him and snarls at him. “Stop staring. I’m no fucking circus.” It comes out weaker than usual, what with him lying on the couch with a cat happily snoozing on his chest. He’s got one hand carefully petting her hair while the other makes sure that she doesn’t slide down.

And then Kuri purrs.

Katsuki stares at her, incredulous. In front of him, Todoroki snorts out a loud laugh before he hurries away, at the very least self-aware enough to realize he’s risking his neck. Now that the nuisance is gone, Katsuki stares at Kuri and imagines a world in which he’s got only one feline roommate.

They continue to coexist. Katsuki doesn’t get rid of his roommate, Kuri approaches him randomly for some pets before she goes off to do whatever little assholes do and Todoroki stares at him reverently from time to time.

He had asked for advice on how to approach Kuri once, realized again that Kuri hates him as Katsuki cackled in the background, and disappeared into his bedroom to sulk and lick his wounds

One morning, after Katsuki returns from a morning run, he finds Todoroki sitting in front of the door, sporting an assortment of new scratches across his face and a very empty cat carrier.

“Thank god,” he says as soon as he sees Katsuki walking up to him. “You do it. I can’t deal with that,” Todoroki tells him and shoves the carrier into his arms. “I’m just gonna…go.”

Katsuki watches him walk to the stairs for a moment before he asks, “Do what exactly?”

“Midoriya is back. We gotta give her to him.”

Leaving that bombshell behind, his asshole roommate disappears down the stairs.

Katsuki stares at the carrier, Kuri carefully spelled out on top of it in his own handwriting. When he enters the apartment, the first thing he sees is the new cat tree he had bought two days ago and when he bends down to undo his shoelaces, Kuri comes to swipe her tail carefully across the knuckles of his right hand before she disappears into Katsuki’s old shoe box in the kitchen. It’s her latest favourite spot.

Katsuki stares at her, suddenly overwhelmed with anger. Why the fuck did Todoroki let him name her if she’s got an owner already? What the fuck has the owner been up to for the last two months? What does he even do with all the cat shit he bought now that he has to return his roommate? Todoroki didn’t even pay him shit after the first time.

Katsuki stares at the carrier, opens the front door and carefully places it outside. He doesn’t care who this Midoriya person is but if he wants to take Katsuki’s roommate, he better come and persuade her himself. Katsuki won’t return her if she doesn’t want to leave.

Midoriya can have Todoroki for all Katsuki cares. Kuri doesn’t like Todoroki anyway.

Mildly appeased by the thought, Katsuki prepares a nice treat for Kuri.

part two

#bakugou katsuki #todoroki shouto #cat #mine #my writing

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Missed Opportunities and a Happy Ending.

I’m new to writing for these characters and I’ve only ever watched the anime. I don’t know much about the manga except for whatever is already confirmed, and floating around on here and on twitter. So if they seem OOC, I'm sorry. Also, I love Toru Oikawa with all my being. He’s my favorite from the anime. The little drama that happens between Y/N and Oikawa is just to add spice to the story, ok.

Warnings: a meddling Oikawa. Rooster head and the owl jumping on the meddling train too.

“R/C/N” Rugby Captain’s Name. (I didn’t know what name to give him.)

“Y/F/N” Your friend’s name (Friend 1/2/3)

Hajime Iwaizumi x Y/N

“Ugh,” Oikawa groaned, closing his eyes and shifting his head from side to side to relieve the tension in his neck. “We don’t have any games until next season but we still have a lot to improve.” Oikawa said as he continued walking. It was only when he didn’t get a response from his best friend that he opened his eyes. “Iwa?” He turned to look behind him.

Oikawa saw his best friend looking out towards the field. The cheerleaders were out there practicing later than usual, while the rugby team was gathering up the equipment they had used. Iwaizumi never had an interest in rugby so Oikawa knew there was one particular cheerleader he was staring at.

Oikawa smirked to himself and went to stand by his best friend. “You’ve been crushing on her for the past year and a half, when are you going to ask her out?”

“What are you talking about?” Iwaizumi muttered, walking again.

“It’s not like you’re strangers. We’ve known her since middle school. I’m sure if you ask her out, she’ll say yes.” Oikawa continued, following after him.

“It’s because I’ve known her since middle school that I don’t ask her out. I know I’m not her type.”

Oikawa laughed at that. “You’re so helpless.”

“You’re one to talk. Your girlfriend dumped you after a month.” Iwaizumi scoffed.

“And I still have no idea what I did wrong.” Oikawa sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. There was a short pause. “Listen, Iwa, I know all those years of girls using you to get to me have shattered your confidence when it comes to dating-”

“Do you want to get your ass kicked right now?” Iwaizumi practically yells.

“I was actually going to give genuine advice.” Oikawa frowns. Iwaizumi calmed down and allowed Oikawa to continue. “Y/N is not like that. She really likes you. And I can prove it.” Iwaizumi stood there as Oikawa ran towards the entrance of the field and called out her name as loud as he could.

“What are you doing?!” Iwaizumi chased after him. He stopped next to Oikawa who was still smiling and waving like an idiot at her until she noticed them. He could see her more clearly now but she was still far away. Iwaizumi saw the grin on her face when she spotted the pair and waved back. Thinking this was it to Oikawa’s plan, Iwa waved back. “Great,” he remarked sarcastically, “she waved at us. Now let's go.” He shoved him.

“Five minutes!” Y/N yelled back, while holding up her hand. Without a word, Oikawa grabbed Iwa by the back of his jacket and led him towards the bleachers.

“What the hell are you doing? This isn’t funny.” Iwaizumi still followed and sat down on the bleacher.

“It’s getting late. We can’t let her walk home alone.” Oikawa calmly explained. “Well at least I’m not going to let her.” He looked at Iwaizumi from the corner of his eye to look at his reaction. Iwaizumi’s brow furrowed. He visibly relaxed, silently agreeing with Oikawa.

If Iwa wasn’t going to take direct advice from him, then he was just going to take matters into his own hands and give him one big shove. He was going to get Y/N and Iwaizumi together, no matter what. For a price, of course.

Oikawa looked forward again, “you know,” he began, “Y/N really does look cute in that uniform. I wonder how good she’d look in one of our volleyball jerseys.”

Iwaizumi’s face flushed red. First from the thought of her in his jersey, then jealousy from Oikawa’s comment before that. “You shit head!” He yelled lunging at his friend.

“I was just kidding!” Oikawa screamed, holding his arms out to keep Iwaizumi at a distance.

“You goofballs.” Someone laughed. Iwaizumi slowly turned to look over his shoulder. There she was looking down at them with one hand on her hip and in her uniform. Oikawa was right. She did look good in that uniform. But now the image of her in his jersey was something he wanted to make a reality. “Thanks for waiting.” She smiled, ignoring the fact they were just fighting seconds ago.

“Absolutely.” Oikawa beamed, pushing the dumbfounded Iwaizumi off of him. “What kind of friends would we be if we let you walk home alone.” Oikawa walked around his best friend, throwing an arm over her shoulder and giving her his signature smile. “Cutie.” He booped her nose.

Y/N laughed at that and softly shook her head, allowing Oikawa to lead the way. Iwaizumi stood up and dusted himself off. Out of all the crazy things Oikawa’s been doing lately, this was the craziest. Oikawa was always the center of attention of the two when it came to girls. It was easy for him to get a girl to swoon over him with just a smile.

“Iwa-chan~.” He called over his shoulder, “aren’t you coming? I know it sucks being the third wheel but we can’t leave you behind either.”

“Why you little.” he growled, gripping his bag, ready to throw it right at his friend’s head.

Y/N removed Oikawa’s arm from around her shoulder, “You’re always picking on him, Toru!” She softly punched his side. Oikawa looked down at her surprised, but then laughed it off, rubbing where she had hit him. “How would you like it if we,” she grabbed Iwaizumi’s arm and pulled him closer to her, “made you feel like the third wheel?”

Iwaizumi’s eyes darted down to where her arms were wrapped around his. She was always grabbing on to him, leaning on him or touching him in any kind of way, so he was used to it. But for some reason, this particular action followed by her words made him feel all warm inside. “Let’s go.” Iwaizumi’s feet started moving as she pulled him along.

Oikawa sneakily winked at Iwaizumi when his friend walked ahead of him. “I didn’t mean it. Please come back.” Oikawa begged. By the look on his face though, he wasn’t much too worried about it. In fact, he looked like he had accomplished a difficult feat.

What the hell is he planning? Iwaizumi thought.

“Who the hell are you kidding?” Y/N looked over her shoulder at him, laughing. “Come on, dork. I don’t want to get home too late.” She stopped and waited for Oikawa to catch up and then proceeded to walk again once he did. “Practice kick your ass, too?” She sighs, resting her face on Iwaizumi’s bicep.

He looked down at her with a small smirk. “No more than usual.” Iwaizumi said and softly ruffled the top of her head.

Boy, he bounces back fast. Oikawa thought to himself.

Oikawa trekked along behind them, silently. This was his way of proving his point to Iwaizumi. The next phase of his plan was coming. He just needed to wait until the right moment.

Y/N looked up and smiled at Iwaizumi as he talked to her about whatever it was; Oikawa didn’t care much to pay attention. Maybe it was his jealousy or the joy he got from watching his friends and how good they looked together.

Iwaizumi tilted his head and smiled down at her; but not any regular smile. This one was different, and Oikawa could just tell. Unintentionally, Oikawa pouted and turned his face to the side to look away.

Jealousy. It was definitely jealousy. But this was for his best friend after all. One day of being excluded wasn’t going to kill him.

“I’ll catch you guys tomorrow.” Oikawa announces, walking in the opposite direction when they reached an intersection.

“Where are you going? The subway is this way.” Iwaizumi stopped and turned to yell at him.

Oikawa smiled to himself and proceeded to walk, “I forgot I have plans with someone.” He lied. “Bye~.” He waved at them without turning back.

“He’s such a liar.” Y/N giggled. “Better get him home before he gets lost.” She tried to hold back her yawn, but failed. Iwaizumi looked down at her. Even though she had told him to go after Toru, she was still holding on to his arm. He softly pat the top of her head and held her closer to him.

“Let’s get you home first. It’s getting late.”

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“How did it go? Did you finally ask her out?” Oikawa asked with a huge smile on his face when he sat down at their usual lunch table.

“You asshole. I knew you ditched us on purpose!” He reached over, gripping Oikawa’s shirt collar. Oikawa rolled his eyes and removed Iwaizumi’s grip on his school uniform. Iwaizumi took a minute to cool down before answering Oikawa’s question. “I was going to,” he admitted, “but I didn’t.”

“After I set it up for you? Are you kidding me?” Oikawa couldn’t help but be offended.

“It wasn’t my fault.” Iwaizumi argued. “That jerk from the rugby team was outside her house waiting for her.”

“So?”

“What do you mean ‘so’?” Irritation evident in his voice and face now. “He was supposed to drive her home after practice. He even had her bags.”

Oikawa dramatically sighed, “You’re missing the point, Iwa. Who cares if he was supposed to drive her home. She chose to walk home with you.”

“She didn’t have a choice. We ambushed her after practice and you lied about having other plans. She had no other choice but to walk with me.” Iwaizumi internally cringed. The way he said it, he was obviously trying to convince himself of that fact. Obviously Oikawa would notice his blatant lie.

Oikawa shook his head at his best friend in pure disappointment. Iwa rolled his eyes and continued to eat his lunch. “Scaredy cat.” Oikawa muttered under his breath. He got up from the table with his food and left. Iwazumi growled under his breath, his grip on his utensils tightening. He didn’t want to admit it, but Oikawa was right.

She had no interest in the captain of the rugby team. The entire time she spoke with him, she never let go of Iwaizumi. She politely thanked him and sent him on his way. But Iwaizumi’s fear of rejection got the better of him. Even after seeing her smile falter when all he did was say good night, he couldn’t work the courage back up.

“Maybe we can make this a daily routine.” She had said to him. “You’re really comfortable to sleep on on the subway.” She laughed. Iwaizumi’s right shoulder suddenly felt heavy as he remembered the memory.

She sat down close to him, her leg touching his. He had pulled out a book to read just to pass time, since she was so tired, and Y/N rested her head on his shoulder. At first he thought she was reading along with him. But in the reflection of the window he could see her eyes were shut. She had used his shoulder as a pillow and Iwaizumu loved the sight of it. Just her, snuggled up close to him, and resting.

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The following two weeks Oikawa didn’t bring the subject up again. But the two of them continued to walk her home after practice. Oikawa, making up little reasons to leave them alone every now and again. And each time, Iwaizumi chickened out when he was about to ask her out.

Her arm would brush against his, or her hand against his, and she would drift closer to Iwa as they walked together, just the two of them. He wanted so badly to hold her hand or pull her in closer to him but he was too embarrassed, so he didn’t. Instead, he offered to carry her bags. If he had his hands full then he wouldn’t feel so much like an idiot (scaredy cat).

Today wasn’t supposed to be any different. They were going to meet her by the lockers and walk her home. That was the plan. Just like all the other days. But she didn’t go back to the locker room after practice. She wasn’t even on the field either.

Iwaizumi pulled out his cellphone ready to call her, when he heard her laugh coming from ahead. He looked up and saw her, sitting on a motorcycle and the captain of the rugby team standing in front of her, laughing as well.

“Well, that’s unexpected.” Oikawa said under his breath. He glanced over at Iwaizumi and noticed how he made himself look taller and balled his hands into fists. “Violence doesn't look good on you, Iwa.” he smirked. Iwaizumi didn’t respond but he did react. He took in a few calming breaths and relaxed his hands. “Y/N.” Oikawa smiled.

“Hey,” She smiled at Iwaizumi first then at Oikawa. Iwaizumi’s jealousy and anger diminished when he saw her smile. “You remember, R/C/N, right?”

R/C/N extended his hand out to greet the other boys. Iwaizumi squeezed the rugby captain’s hand, harder than he normally did when greeting someone, “What’s up, man.” R/C/N returned the smile and pulled his hand back. “We good?” He looked at Y/N.

“We’re fine.” She answered. “I’ll see you at the game tomorrow.” She told the other boy. He only nodded and watched as the trio walked away. Iwazumi’s jealousy got the best of him and he couldn’t stop himself from asking what happened while grabbing her gym bag from her. “Nothing, really. Both of our practices were cancelled.” She replied. “It was just a coincidence we were both waiting.” She walked in between them.

“Waiting?” He asked.

“He’s waiting for his girlfriend.” She replies. “And since we’ve been walking home together,” he nudged the two boys with her elbows, “I thought why not wait with him.” She shrugged.

Iwaizumi began feeling a mixture of emotions. He was happy that she had waited for them but he was still jealous that she had been waiting with R/C/N the entire time. And he was feeling a little embarrassed as well. He knows she doesn’t like R/C/N in that way and there was no need for him to almost break his hand. Although R/C/N didn’t seem to be fazed by it.

“It’s been a long day.” She stretched her arms up in the air and let out a short yawn. Iwaizumi was prepared for her to cling on to his arm to rest her head. But instead of grabbing his arm, she grabbed Oikawa’s. Oikawa looked down at her, completely shocked.

Iwaizumi was unsure how to react. Should he be mad at Oikawa even though he didn’t do anything? Did he really wait too long to ask her out and now she was into Oikawa? None of the answers to those questions satisfied Iwaizumi.

Oikawa, taking advantage of the situation, smiled and slowly reached over to pat her head. Iwaizumi caught the movement from the corner of his eye and caught his wrist mid-air to stop him. Y/N’s head turned to the side to look at Iwaizumi, Oikawa snatching his arm back before she could notice.

“Is it heavy?” She asks. Iwaizumi stared at her, confused. “My bag.” She pointed down at it. He looked down to where she was pointing and quickly realized he had unintentionally hit her with her own bag when he grabbed Oikawa’s wrist. “I kind of snapped the strap on my bookbag.” She laughed softly, as if embarrassed to admit it. “So all of my books and stuff are shoved in there with my gym clothes, too. Maybe I should just carry it. Your shoulders still probably hurt. I’m so sorry, I didn’t even think-” She reached for her gym bag but Iwaizumi stopped her.

“It’s fine. It’s not heavy at all.” He told her. “And my shoulder is fine. It was nothing.” He rolls his shoulder to prove it to her. She gave him a small, thankful smile and leaned against Oikawa again. He glanced down at her gym bag. Iwaizumi couldn’t even tell that it had gotten heavier. Then it dawned on him. Is that why she didn’t lean on him this time? With the weight of the bag and her holding on to him, was she afraid of hurting his shoulder? He didn’t even injure it, it was just sore from the new workout routine. He couldn’t believe she remembered that.

Iwaizumi smiled to himself. She didn’t lean on Oikawa because she liked him, she just didn’t want to accidentally hurt him. He gently placed his hand on the top of her head, softly ruffling her hair and she turned to look at him with a bright (albeit tired) smile.

“Do you want us to go with you tomorrow or should we just meet you there?” Oikawa asked, pulling her attention to him.

“I’ll see you over there.” She replied. “I told Y/F/N I would help her get ready.”

“What’s happening tomorrow?” Iwaizumi asked. Oikawa and Y/N stopped in their tracks. “What?” He asked, stopping as well.

“The first rugby match of the season is tomorrow.” Y/N replied, offended. “You said you were gonna go. How could you forget?”

“Seriously, Iwa. She’s been talking about it nonstop. She helped come up with the new routine that she’s so excited for us to watch.” Oikawa joined in.

“I didn’t forget.” Iwa defended himself.

Y/N looked up at Oikawa. “Drag him there if you have to.” She tells him.

“I plan to.” Oikawa smiled, mischievously.

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Iwaizumi and Oikawa took their seats on the bleachers. Luckily, for Oikawa he didn’t have to drag Iwa. He was ready to go and standing outside Oikawa’s place before he even called him.

Oikawa made sure they had gotten there early, so they could get the best seats. Front and center. Iwaizumi looked around. The bleachers were practically entirely empty, save for a few of the parents and some students from the photography club.

“It’s still early.” Oikawa told him. “There should be more people coming,” a mischievous smirk slowly appeared on Oikawa’s lips, “I hear most of the spectators are boys from other schools who only come to these games to watch the cheerleaders.” Iwaizumi slowly turned his head, deadly eyes staring right at Oikawa. Oikawa gulped, “Ok, Iwa-chan. No more jokes.” He waved his hands in surrender.

As time passed, Iwaizumi noticed what Oikawa had said was true. More people had shown up, mostly students and families from their school. They all sat together and the visiting school’s family and friends sat in the bleachers on the opposite side of the field.

It was definitely a bigger audience than they had at their own games. The little green monster within Iwaizumi was starting to reveal itself. All these people were going to see you perform in the cheerleading outfit he loved so much.

He groaned to himself, rubbing his face with his hands. Don’t be jealous, you idiot. He thought to himself. You don’t even have the guts to ask her out.

“Hey hey hey!” “Oika’a!”

Iwaizumi dragged his hands down his face. He should’ve seen this coming. Oikawa meddling, practically pushing him to ask Y/N out was one thing. He could handle that. But Oikawa plus Bokuto and Kuroo - he was going to explode.

Kuroo sat down on the other side of Iwaizumi. He put an arm over his shoulders and smiled smugly at him, “Hey, Hajime. Excited to watch the game?”

“Game?” Bokuto asked. “I thought we were here to-” Oikawa covered Bokuto’s mouth before he could finish that sentence.

“Not even trying to be discreet about it, huh?” Iwa looked over at Kuroo, slightly irritated. “I hope Kenma gave you an earful about how shitty you’re all being.”

“No clue what you’re talking about.” Kuroo removed his arm from Iwa and looked out towards the field. “Just here to watch a good game of rugby.”

“You don’t even want to know what Akaashi said.” Bokuto laughed and sat on the other side of Kuroo.

Oikawa avoided making eye contact with Iwaizumi. Smart idea. Iwaizumi seemed to be collected on the outside but he was practically fuming on the inside. The announcer’s voice came on the speaker as they introduced the two teams, the captains, the coaches and the start of the game.

Iwaizumi was focused on the game, allowing himself to calm down and ultimately forgetting about Oikawa, Bokuto and Kuroo. For a while.

Cheers came from one side of the bleachers and the cheerleading team came out running onto the track, waving their pom poms in the air. Y/N was the sixth in the line. She stopped right in front of Iwaizumi, where she felt she could see him the best and smiled up at him. He blushed slightly. With all the people around him, her eyes were only on him.

“Y/N!” Oikawa yelled. Suddenly, him, Kuroo, and Bokuto jumped up and lifted their shirts up to reveal their abs. On their bodies they had each written a word to make out, We love Y/N.

He’s gonna die. I’m going to kill him. Was written all over Iwaizumi’s face.

Y/N’s eyes widened and her mouth hung open, slightly. A nudge from the girl next to her and she was brought back to reality. She waved at the boys, forcing her embarrassed smile to look more genuine. She didn’t look in their direction again after that.

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The game was over in an instant; Aoba Johsai winning by a landslide. The four boys were waiting for Y/N by the gate. Iwaizumi was a little relieved with the fact that the three assholes haven��t tried anything after their fiasco. And now that the game was over, he wasn’t going to have to deal with any of their nonsense from here on out. At least that’s what he could’ve hoped for.

Y/N walked up to them along with three other girls, who were (kind of) hiding behind her. She was wearing casual clothes now. A sight Iwaizumi rarely saw. He could feel his heart leap in his chest. She looked beautiful.

“Hey guys.” She smiled, but it was small and it was gone in a flash. “These are my friends. F/1, F/2 and F/3. This is Hajime, Toru, Kuroo, and Kotaro.” She pointed at each of the boys when she introduced them. The girls blushed when they shyly greeted the boys.

“Y/N,” Bokuto smiled, “That routine was great.” He complimented.

“You really killed it out there.” Kuroo added. “You all did.” He smiled at Y/N’s friends.

“I’m surprised she was able to concentrate after what you did.” F/1 laughed. “If I had my own fans like all of you I most likely would’ve botched.”

“Seriously, Y/N. You’re so lucky you have the hottest guys in the prefecture cheering you on.” F/3 added with a wink.

Y/N scratched the back of her head, politely smiling. “Yeah.. lucky me.” She replied. But to Iwaizumi it was obvious she did not feel that way. “Anyway, should we get going? I’m starving.” Y/N’s friends followed after the three boys and Y/N stayed behind to walk alongside Iwaizumi.

There was something off about her. She kept her gaze down and she was holding her hands in front of her. She even maintained the space between her and Iwaizumi. He could tell something was wrong. “Do you want to go somewhere else? To eat?” She didn’t even look at him when she asked.

Iwa didn’t fully process the reason for her question, before saying, “No. It’s ok. I’m not that hungry.”

Y/N mouthed a small ‘oh’.

They continued walking behind the others in silence for a while. “I’m glad they were able to join us last minute,” she said about her friends. “I didn’t know Kuroo and Kotaro were coming.”

“It was a shock to me, too.” Iwaizumi grumbled. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, anger rising inside him again.

Oikawa looked over his shoulder and Iwaizumi could swear he had just glared at him. Oikawa stopped walking and turned around while the others kept walking on ahead. When Iwaizumi and Y/N were close enough, Oikawa smiled. “You’re not mad at us, are you, Y/N?” He lowered himself so he could be eye level with her. She slowly lifted her head, glaring at him.

Y/N had no words. She only slapped Oikawa across the face. Even though she was angry at him, she couldn’t bring herself to slap him full force. But she made sure it hurt. “You idiot. That was so embarrassing!”

He stepped back, his smile now gone, unexpecting that kind of reaction from her. Iwaizumi looked on as well. She was biting her lip and fighting hard to keep herself from crying. Too dumb to realize why it was embarrassing, Y/N reached into her gym bag, grabbing a fistful of folded up and crumpled paper along with other things and slapped them onto Oikawa’s hand. “Most of these were given to me in person. Some of them were sent to be given to me.”

Oikawa looked at the notes in his hands. Iwaizumi grabbed a few and looked at them as well. They had phone numbers along with names written on them. Some even added notes, like ‘call me’, ‘you’re hot’, and ‘let’s have a good time.’

“I’m going home.” Y/N’s words made him look at her. She wasn’t staring at either of them. “I’ll see you guys later.” She walked around Oikawa.

Oikawa wanted to go after her and apologize. He didn’t mean for that to happen, he just wanted Iwaizumi to grow his balls back. When he turned, Iwaizumi grabbed the back of his shirt and yanked him back to stop him.

“You’ve done enough.” He told him.

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Iwaizumi couldn’t go to sleep without knowing if she was going to be ok or not. After teaching Oikawa a lesson, he made his way to her house. He had texted her to make sure it was alright and she told him to let himself in.

He opened her bedroom door to find her lying down, wrapped in her blanket like a burrito. He stripped himself of his jacket and sat down behind her. He wanted to come make sure she was ok but he couldn’t even open his mouth to ask.

“I’m such an asshole!” She broke the silence, startling Iwaizumi. He took a second to process her words.

“Huh?!” He rolled her so she was facing him. “Why are you an asshole?!” She didn’t do anything wrong, at least not that he’s seen.

“I slapped Toru really hard.” She pouted. He looked at her in disbelief. Was she really upset because she slapped Oikawa and not because of what he did? “I didn’t mean it.” She continued. “It’s not like it was his fault. He didn’t know. This is all my fault,” she turned away from Iwa, “I should’ve just kept my mouth shut.”

“Hold on,” Iwaizumi pulled her to turn her his way again, “Toru got what he deserved. And what do you mean it’s your fault? Kept your mouth shut about what?”

Y/N unraveled herself out of the blanket and sat up. “If I tell you, will you promise not to laugh? Or think I’m weird or anything crazy like that?” Iwaizumi nodded.

“Ok, well,” she looked down at her hands, nervously, “there was this guy on the team. He kept asking me out and I turned him down each time but he just wasn’t getting the picture. Just to get him off my back, R/C/N agreed to drive me home after practice that day and just pretend to like me or whatever. This was before him and his girlfriend were official. But then you and Toru showed up and walked me home and then R/C/N showed up at my house the same night and he thought it would be a better idea if he were to just tell the other guy that he saw you walking me home and it’s better for him to just back off and leave me alone, right? So he really believed we were dating, and then that news spread and a lot of the other students believed it too. And I don’t know, I just really loved the fact that everyone believed that you were my boyfriend and I didn’t want them to think otherwise so I didn’t say anything. But then those idiots went off and pulled off that stunt and everyone thought you broke up with me and I was just trying to make you jealous. Rebound..y’know.”

She had spat everything out so fast, Iwaizumi was still hearing her words long after she had stopped talking.

“And I just really loved the fact everyone believed you were my boyfriend.” She really loved that? He was so scared of getting rejected and this whole time she accepted him as a boyfriend. A pretend one, but still.

She was staring at him. Waiting for his reaction. Waiting for his words. Waiting for something but he remained still and quiet. Taking that as a bad sign, Y/N’s face had gone from nervous to full blown mortified.

“Oh my Gosh! That was so stupid of me.” She brought her hands up to cover her face, shying away from Iwaizumi. “I would understand if you don’t want anything to do with me anymore. It was stupid of me to do that.” She said into her hands.

“Are you serious?” Iwaizumi grabbed her wrists, bringing her hands down from her face. She closed her eyes and turned away from him. “I was too scared to ask you out and this whole time we’ve been dating?” Y/N whipped her head to stare at him. He wasn’t mad, he wasn’t looking at her like she was crazy, he wasn’t even embarrassed either. He was looking at her with wide eyes, like he was surprised. “Will you take me back?”

Y/N tilted her in confusion, but she couldn’t hold back her sudden laughter. Iwaizumi laughed along with her. He couldn’t tell if it was a joyous laughter or one of relief but he was just happy that he was able to make her feel better and confess to her at the same time.

“I was expecting something more extravagant but, yeah, I guess i’ll take you back.” Her laughter slowly dying down.

“I’m serious. I want to do this right.”

“Hajime,” she sighs, gently pulling him to lay down with her and wrapped her arms around one of his. “You could paint it all over my face and my answer would still be yes.” A short pause. “I’m not saying you can do it.” She warned him.

“Don’t tell Oikawa just yet.” Y/N looked up at Iwaizumi for further explanation. “Assholes gotta learn his lesson. He can’t embarrass my girl like that and get away with it. Not yet.”

“Hajime,” she said sternly, lifting herself up to sit up to look down at him. Iwaizumi had his eyes closed and pulled her down gently to lay down again. “What did you do?” She returned to her previous position.

“Nothing too bad.” He ruffled the top of your head. “Just that I wasn’t going to talk to him until he made up with you.” He smirked.

“Hajime Iwaizumi!” She shot up and softly pushed against his chest. He sat up laughing. “That is so mean. He’s probably going through it right now.” She reached over Iwaizumi, for her phone that was on the bedside table behind him. Iwaizumi wrapped his arms around her abdomen and pulled her back and placed her under him.

“What are you doing?” She tried to push him away but he didn’t move.

“Just a couple of days.” he tells her. “He’ll be fine.” He flopped back on to his side of the bed and opened his arms, “you’ve slept on my arm and my shoulder so far.. But right here is more comfortable.”

Y/N grabbed the blanket pulling it over them as she laid down on Iwaizumi’s chest, snuggling up to him, frowning the whole time. “It is.” She gave in. Iwaizumi wrapped his arms around her, plating a soft kiss on the top of her head.

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Dream Catcher // Constantine x Reader

A/N: literally haven’t been able to stop thinking about this here sexually frustrating master of the dark arts. So... here’s this. The cut is placed without an intro cause it goes right into the smut with this one. It’s also almost 6,000 fucking words sorrynotsorry!

Strong hands traveled down the curves of your waist to grope at your hips with desperation. A low growl came from the man pressed behind you, the feeling of his breath on your neck and the obvious tightness of his trousers pressed to your bare backside where he’d already stripped you of your sleep shorts. John’s hands wrapped around the front of you to slip between your thighs, one hand hoisting your leg up while the other found your center. A low groan trickled to your ears when he felt how soaked you already were. “Someone’s eager..” he drawled in a raspy tone, and you nodded frantically in response at the feeling of his fingers ghosting over your wetness. Your hips rocked back to grind against him and he huffed a hard sigh, bringing his fingers to your slit he rubbed the length of you spreading your already dripping mess around. Involuntarily your hips twitched as he found your clit and he smirked, bringing his lips to ghost over your skin with the lightest of kisses. Quickly he began circling his nimble fingers around your nerves, just barely grazing them and lighting a fire in your stomach. A whimper fell from you and made John sink his teeth into your flesh where your neck and shoulder met. Your legs buckled for a moment but he had you gripped tightly to him and wasn’t about to let you fall. His fingers danced over your clit in rougher figure eights and you cried out at the pressure building inside you. “That’s it love, let me take care of you..” His voice echoed through your ears as his fingers moved to slip into you, pumping slowly at first but with how wet you were there was no need for him to ease you into it. His thumb met your clit again and flicked relentlessly as his fingers fucked into you harder with each upward motion. In a matter of seconds your entire body was trembling against John’s, his strong arms the only thing keeping you from toppling forward or into the floor. You felt your walls clenching and he took the cue, thrusting a third and fourth finger into your tightening core as you drew closer and closer. Again he bit into your skin, making your back arch and giving him the perfect angle to work his fingers inside you. His thumb pressed hard to your throbbing bundle of nerves and massaged tight circles against it. Your breathing had become a series of pants and choked whines, especially now with the added force. “Cum for me sweetheart..” were the last words you heard as the tension released from your body. Much to your annoyance and dismay however the next sound you heard was the blaring of your alarm, forcing you to come to terms with the real world not being even a fraction as wonderful and blissful as the one you’d concocted in your subconscious.

Smacking your alarm off you threw your blanket over yourself and rolled over, letting out a slightly muffled but still just as exasperated groan into your pillow. Yet another tortured night dreaming of John Constantine, the obnoxiously sexy demonologist the Legends had so rudely introduced you to. In reality they’d been perfectly nice and he’d even been somewhat cordial upon meeting you, giving your hand a gentle smooch when you extended it expecting a shake. That had been the first of many suave moments that had done your head in the past few weeks. A light rasp on your door alerted you of another person’s presence, and you heard the mechanical whirring as the doors slid open. “Hey Sara wants us on the bridge for a team meeting.” Zari called over to you to which you threw her a lazy thumbs up. Hearing her huff a laugh you expected retreating footsteps to follow but instead you felt her flop onto your bed beside you. Finally uncovering your face you were met with a smirking Zari a few inches away on the other side of your bed. “Bad dream? Or bad dream?” She waggled her brows as she accentuated the word the second time, and you groaned again flopping into your side to face her. “How’d you know?” You whine at her defeatedly only for her teasing grin to widen. “Oh I totally heard you whimpering in your sleep. I was praying you’d slip out a name but no luck.” She shrugged nonchalantly and your eyes went wider than the moon. As mortified as you were it was relieving knowing you hadn’t been muttering John’s name like a mantra while he defiled you in your dreams. Rolling onto your back you sat up finally, stretching your arms and shoulders before rising to your feet. “I’m gonna shower, tell Sara to debrief me after?” Zari holds her thumb up as lazily as you had earlier while she walked with you out of your room. You continued down the hall to the bathroom but Zari stood with pursed lips, her eyes narrowing as she watched you walk off, plan already forming in her mind’s eye.

The entirety of your shower you tried to push all the raunchy images of yourself and John from your mind. You were failing miserably but at least you were putting in an effort. As the hot water ran over your back you heard the patter of footsteps enter the communal washroom and you called out. “Hey I’m in here!” You hollered over the water, unsure of who was entering. The stall next to you opened and closed and you heard the water start up before you got a response. “Yeah Zari told me.” Mick’s voice rumbled through the small wall between you two and you shrugged, returning to rinsing the shampoo from your hair. Mick was in and out in the time it took you to finally get conditioner in. You listened as he shut the water off and his dripping feet made their way to the sinks. You’d had your head under the water so it wasn’t drumming against the floor or walls allowing you to hear the dull murmur of his voice and someone else’s. Quickly rinsing your hair and yourself a final time you shut the water off and began toweling yourself dry when you finally heard the gist of the conversation, Zari being the other half. “She didn’t even peak or anything?” Her voice sounded somewhat shocked and you stifled a laugh as you tuned in. “No of course not, why would she? She some sort of perv?” Mick sounded just as shocked as Zari but for many different reasons. Next thing you heard was a light smack which you could only assume was Zari hitting Mick for getting ideas about you. “Well then it’s not you..” You stopped frozen with your towel half wrapped around you as you put together her plan for yourself. You’d sneakily dodged telling her who your dream had been about and the curiosity must’ve been killing her - she was a cat for a while after all. Rolling your eyes as the two walked off you finally exited the shower and moved to the sinks, brushing out your hair with your towel secured around your chest. Not even five minutes later Nate strolled in whistling a happy little song, with his towel tied just high enough to cover himself but low enough that his V line was exposed. Smirking to yourself you shook your head, gathering your things with a cheeky smile. “Sorry bout that bud, bathrooms all yours.” Giving his shoulder an overly friendly punch you shot him a wink before picking up his tune and whistling it down the hall and back to your room. Just as your door closed behind you a half whispered ‘damn it!’ could be heard coming from the direction you’d just left.

After getting dressed and getting the rundown from the missed team meeting you were left to your own devices until something were to come up that needed Legends attention. For a bit you stayed in your room tidying up and reorganizing things just to keep yourself busy. This plan was thwarted however when your stomach growled aggressively at you since you’d skipped breakfast. Making your way to the kitchen you spotted Zari and Nate in the library, and they hushed their voices when you walked past; always so subtle those two. You huffed a silent laugh as you rounded the corner to find Ray and Gary seated at the dining table with DnD sprawled out and being set up. Flashing them a smile you made your way to the food fabricator to have Gideon whip you up a quick plate of nachos. As if it were a calculated arrival - it was - Nate and Zari strutted in with coy smiles on their faces. Nate took his seat at the game table and Zari moved to stand by you, stealing a chip from your plate before you’d even eaten any. Shooting her a playful glare you sat the plate down on the island to share with her. “So how’s your day been after that uh, dream?” Her brows rose as she stuck another cheese and guacamole covered chip in her mouth, crunching it for emphasis. Before you responded she nodded towards the table of men, and you glanced to see Gary and Ray play fighting with their figurines. You chuckled slightly and shook your head as you ate a few bites yourself before responding. “First of all, ew no and Ray’s too cutesy.” Zari huffed and simply stole another chip in defeat as you continued. “And just like every other day that I’ve woken up from them. Annoyingly horny and insanely frustrated.” Zari choked slightly at your response clearly not expecting such honesty. All three men looked over when she started coughing, Nate jumping up to pat her back gently. You stifled a hearty laugh by stuffing another few chips in your mouth.

Looking over finally you caught Ray staring at you, before he averted his eyes instantly upon locking to yours. His face was bright red and it took you a moment to register what could be flustering him so much. Turning sharply to the couple at your left your eyes narrowed to Zari. “You told them?!” She gulped down a sip of water Nate had grabbed for her and averted her gaze. “No.. I told Mick, and Nate..” She grimaced into an apologetic smile and you rolled your eyes. “And I kinda told.. well everyone else.” Nate admitted as he scratched at his neck. Again your body snapped in his direction and your jaw dropped. “E-Everyone?” You choked out, blinking away the anxiety in your head that he’d relayed the message to the very person the dream had actually been about. Zari and Nate both smirked now, tilting their heads in unison as they eyed you. “Why? Worried whoever it was found out?” Zari questioned teasingly, and you forced a very fake guffaw at the comment. “No, I mean.. who cares? Everyone has sex dreams right?” You shrugged as you felt your face beginning to burn. Just then Sara made her way into the room with Charlie in toe. “Aye, did she finally fess up?” The latter of the girls piped up and moved to your side, giving you a nudge. Your glare moved back to Nate and he held his hands up defensively. “It’s a small ship! Word travels fast!” Sara and Zari both give small laughs, and Charlie jabs you with her elbow again. ”Was it me?” She winked down at you and you finally cracked a genuine laugh. Resting your head tenderly on her shoulder you batted your lashes up at her. “Oh don’t you wish babe?” Pecking her cheek you weaved your hands through everyone else’s to snatch what was left of your nachos away. Taking slow backwards steps from the group as you spoke, you eyed them each with raised brows. “Now if you’re all done grilling me for nitty gritty details of my subconscious, I’m gonna go stuff my face.” Seeing wide eyes for a fraction of a second before you spun around hadn’t been enough of a warning to stop you from crashing yourself and the entirety of your plate right into John’s chest. His mouth dropped open and a huff of laughter floated out, and he simply glanced down as the plate clattered to the floor and cheese and toppings dropped from his previously crisp white shirt.

As if you wouldn’t have been mortified enough just seeing him now you’d really done yourself in. “Oh god, I’m so sorry I didn’t even know you were there I-“ You stammered slightly before kneeling to pick up the plate and the contents that had fallen to the floor. You knew all eyes were on you right now and that didn’t help the color fade from your cheeks any faster. Sara knelt down to help you clean pieces of the food from the floor, sneakily giving you a pointed look that only made your face burn hotter. Suddenly she stood and took the plate from your hands, clattering it into the sink. “You’re both absolute messes.” Charlie commented with a bit of a snort. John glanced down at himself giving a dramatic sigh. He dropped his coat over the back of a dining chair before he went to loosen his tie, slipping it off before moving to unbutton his shirt. You’d yet to rise to your feet and finally did so when you wiped the last of the food from the floor, just in time to be met with John shrugging his shirt off his shoulders and crumpling it in his hand. “Right, where’s the washer? Reckon get a jump on this before it tries to stain.” Turning slightly to you he held his hand out expectantly. Your brows furrowed and you tilted your head a bit and he didn’t even need to hear your voice to know your question. “Well you’re just as much a mess as I am, off with it so we can clean it.” He motioned to your top and held his hand out again, fanning his fingers up in a gimme motion. If your cheeks hadn’t already been red you were surely a tomato now. John’s eyes had a hint of mischief behind them, more than their usual glaze of it at least, and you couldn’t find the means to say no even in front of the whole team. Slipping the tee shirt off over your head you dropped it in his hands before hurrying yourself out of the room. Behind you Zari sucked in a less than quiet gasp, and Sara elbowed her instantly. As you practically sprinted your way back to your room you overheard Nate clap a hand to John’s shoulder and volunteer to help him with the laundry. In that moment you knew you were screwed.

Once back in your room you changed into clean clothes and flopped face first into your bed. In the silence and solidarity your mind drifted back to the nights and nights worth of dreams and fantasies you’d created inside your head. It seemed like ever since meeting him your mind was overrun with thoughts of John. Most of them being less than innocent. It was impossible not to be attracted to him. So scruffy and rough around the edges but such a softy underneath it all, but your mind urged you to wonder how that would translate in private. Would he be just as full of swagger and confidence and take command? Or would his gentler side take over and leave you buzzing but floating on cloud nine? Turning onto your back you laid there with your eyes closed, letting your mind travel to taboo places. Or more so the hard to reach places that you wished his hands were. A small and wistful sigh fell from you just in time to hear your doors swish open. Sitting up instantly you were met with the same piercing brown eyes you’d been gazing into behind your eyelids. John leaned against the doorframe in his freshly cleaned shirt and tie, your tee shirt slung over his shoulder. “I’m on delivery duty so it seems.” He stated with an exaggerated shrug of the shoulder occupied by your top. You flashed him a small smile and gestured him inside, and your doors slid closed the moment he was away from them. He took the few steps from the door to your bed and kneeled against the end of it, slipping the shirt into his hand and holding it out to you with a half smile. “You darted out pretty quick back there. Weren’t embarrassed just for getting me a little messy I hope?” As he spoke he brought a knee up to perch on the edge of the bed, his hands returning to his pockets once you’d taken your shirt back. Your cheeks tinted a bit at the phrasing and you gave a small nod. “A little. More so being half naked in front of the entire team.” You shrugged it off and John’s lips curled up into a full smirk. “Oh now, that’s definitely nothing to be embarrassed by. Especially not when you look like that..” He trailed off as his eyes roamed over your figure unabashedly. You watched as his gaze slowly came back to yours and you swallowed the thick lump of dryness that had since formed in your throat.

It was silent for a moment before you broke it the only way you could think of, the tension unbearable with his eyes on you that way. “A-Aren’t you uh, here for game night to play with the guys?” Your question hung for a moment and he simply narrowed his gaze at you with a soft chuckle. “Originally. But I think there’s someone else I’d much rather play with.” His words left his lips and he trailed his tongue across them drawing your gaze there. Like the honey smooth seducer he was he took the moment of distraction to lurch forward and crash his lips to your own. Not a single cell in your body tried to fight against him, you melted to his touch as if he was holding hellfire in his hands. Your arms wound around his neck as his snaked around your waist before laying you down. The kiss was hungry and passionate like he’d been waiting just as long for it as you had. Whether that was true or not you didn’t know or care right now. The only thoughts in your mind were the raunchiest of scenes from your dreams and you wanted nothing more than to reenact them. Breaking from the kiss to catch your breath you kept your eyes closed as you felt John settle between your legs. His hands rubbed your thighs and you finally blinked up at him, his lips curled into a smug grin. “So a couple little birdies told me you’ve been having trouble sleeping.” He drawled, leaning over you to nuzzle his nose against yours as one of his hands travelled higher up your thigh. Nibbling your lower lip between your teeth you simply nodded, but such a small response just wouldn’t do for the warlock above you. His free hand came to your chin and he brought his thumb to your lips, pulling the lower one out from your bite. “No no love, I’m gonna need you to really tell me.” As he spoke he trailed his thumb along your lower lip, his eyes fixated on how willingly you parted them at his touch. He hummed a low noise before kissing you again, very briefly, before pulling back letting his hand fall to your shoulder.

“What’s been keeping you up, hm?” John brushed the backs of his fingers along your cheek as his other hand crept past your thigh to grope at your ass. The action made your brows raise and finally a smirk crawled its way across your lips. Bringing a hand down to stroke along his collar bone you let your eyes trail over the exposed skin as you licked your lips just as enticingly as he had earlier. “See these dreams I keep having.. there’s just no sleeping after waking up from something like that.” You feigned a pout and John played right into your rouse, furrowing his brow in false pity at your words. “Oh you poor dear. And what is it you do when you’re stuck up so late after these.. retched dreams of yours?” Again he gave a squeeze to your rear and you fought another smile from cracking your little facade. You let out a purposefully distressed sigh, trailing a single finger along the buttons of John’s shirt. “I lay here, all alone, usually in the dark. And I think about you.” At the final word you’d reached the hemline of his trousers and you hooked a finger in one of the belt loops, giving a small but sharp tug. Letting a sigh huff from his lips John wasted no more time giving into your desires. His lips locked to yours again and the hand that had been stroking your cheek cupped it to keep you close to him. Again your body absolutely folded at his touch and you moved your hand to the zipper of his slacks and managed to lower it and unbutton them before John broke the kiss to trail his lips down your neck. Every few pecks he’s nip at your skin and elicit little whimpers from you, and your hand soon found the growing bulge beneath his boxers. He growled slightly into your neck as you grazed his length and bucked into your hand giving you all the more reason to whine up at him.

Pulling back from your skin he eyed your frame, chest heaving and eyes clouded over as you gazed up at him with anticipation. “God you’re absolutely stunning.” He rushed out before moving to sit you up, his hands sliding beneath your shirt to pull it over your head and fling it away mindlessly. Without hesitation you began undoing the buttons on his dress shirt but he groaned and put his hands atop your own, gripping the fabric and pulling harshly to force the buttons to pop open in a rush. Nibbling at your lip again, you brushed a hand up his torso before curling it around the back of his neck to pull him back down to you for more of his lips on your own. John’s hands fell to your waist and slipped your pants off your hips and you raised them off the bed so he could remove them fully. As he did so he trailed his lips down your neck and chest peppering wet and hungry kisses all over your exposed skin. Once he’d gotten your pants to your knees he moved himself down your body until his kisses met your panty line, and you sucked in a small gasp in excitement. A low chuckle left the blond’s lips and he hovered over your still covered center to pull your pants to your ankles and discard them. With his trousers already undone he slipped them down and off with ease before bringing his hands to rest at your ankles. “Did those dreams start out a little something like this?” In one swift pull he’d tugged you down the bed, your legs wrapping behind him and both your clothed hips flush together. Another sharp intake of breath exited your lungs as a sigh and you nodded in response back to him before remembering what he’d mentioned earlier about wanting to hear you. “A few of them..” You sat up so you were closer to level with him, the bed causing you to meet his chest rather than his eyes.

Keeping his feet firmly on the floor John lowered his upper body over you to lay you back down. His lips met your neck again and he bit into the flesh. Your back arched off the mattress and into him, and he took the chance to reach behind you and unclasp your bra. The action brought a small smirk to your lips and you rolled your body against his in attempt to spur him further. Again he growled against your skin and suckled the bit between his teeth until it was a dark purple. Moving his lips across your chest he tugged the fabric of your bra away from you with his teeth. The sight alone made your hips twitch and he dawned a devious expression. “Someone’s eager..” He murmured in the same tone you’d heard in your sleep and it sent a chill over your skin. Finally moving to your panties he trailed a delicate fingertip along the top hemline, drawing more goosebumps to raise on your skin. Every little physical reaction he got out of you only made his stomach tighten more and more. Finally he couldn’t take his own teasing any longer and slipped his fingers past the thin layer of fabric. His eyes nearly rolled back when he felt just how wet you already were. “Bloody hell.. those dreams really got to you eh?” John quirked a playful brow at you just as he slid two fingers into your awaiting entrance. A slow whine fell from your lips and your jaw fell open, and John simply hovered over you with blown out pupils. “God you’re a tight little thing..” He mumbled in a raspy tone, bringing his free hand to caress up your side and just barely trace the side of your breast before rubbing back down. He repeated the soft massaging action as his fingers worked you at the same teasingly slow pace.

Once you began to rock your hips up to meet his hands a wide smirk painted itself across John’s face. “Need a bit more love?” As he spoke up he leaned over you, this time grabbing your lower lip between his teeth to tug at it. Again your back lifted from the mattress at the stinging sensation as it sent a shock through your senses. The way your body angled allowed his fingers to reach deeper and he brought his free hand to your lower back to keep you propped up. Capturing your lips again he began thrusting his fingers much harder and faster, his thumb brushing against your clit with every movement. Your hands came to grip at his hair and cup his face, shrill little whines and mewls of pleasure filling your kiss. Keeping your body close to his John moved his kisses down your neck again the opposite side as the one he’d left his mark on. The kisses were sloppy in nature but calculated in placement. Just below your ear, trailing down until your raging pulse beat against his lips. There he stayed and kissed the same area repeatedly in a small array of circled pecks. His fingers curled into you and your legs twitched around him, a much needier noise forcing past your swollen lips. “John.. please I j-just—“ Panting for breath you whined again not trusting your voice to speak anymore. Instead you tightened the grip your legs had on his waist and pulled his body as tightly to you as you could. Leaning back to hover over you John finally met your eyes and saw the desperation behind them. “Oh how could I ever say no to that.” Pulling his hand from you in an instant he moved it to his boxers to discard them with a quickness. Aiding his efforts you raised your hips from the bed and slid your panties low enough for him to tug them off your ankles. Instantly your legs returned to their locked position around his waist. His arms wrapped around your back and he pulled you up into his arms. “Hold on tight love.” He shot you a cheeky wink as your arms grasped around his shoulders and he spun the two of you and walked you right into the wall.

As your back lightly thumped against the cold metal you stole his lips again and traced the edge of his lip with your tongue. The seductive action flipped a switch in John’s behavior and he was suddenly just as desperate as you’d been. His tongue curled around yours as one of his hands moved from your hip to between you, aligning himself with your still dripping center before pushing himself into you full to the hilt. A strained gasp choked at your throat at the sudden filling and you released the breath as the most sinful of moans. “You sound like such a naughty little pet.. don’t you dare keep quiet.” With that he began thrusting sharply up into you, snapping his hips at the end of every thrust to hit your inner walls with precision. Your hands braced his shoulder tightly and your nails began scratching at his skin, causing him to seethe a deep breath through gritted teeth. The hand he’d positioned himself with stayed between you and he skillfully found your clit with the pads of his fingers. Another breathy sound filled his ears and he thrusted up into you particularly roughly, forcing the sound to spring from your lips much louder and high pitched. “Beautiful princess keep it up..” he growled to you. Your head fell back against the wall and your eyes screwed tightly closed, the string of gaudy vocals echoing throughout the room. The grip you had in his shoulder tightened even more and you felt your nails dig into his flesh. John let a gravelly groan slip past his lips and he leaned his head against your shoulder. His eyes stayed glued to the way your body moved with his and how your chest bounced with every hoist he gave into you. The angle he’d reached with himself leaned over you was deeper and you could feel your walls clenching against him the harder he rubbed at your sensitive and throbbing nerves.

Swallowing the thick lump in your throat you forced a few deep breaths before you could finally speak, though your voice came out a sultry whine. “Harder..” As you spoke you clenched your thighs around John’s torso. You watched a chill travel down his spine as he shivered slightly, stopping his thrusts completely with himself buried as deeply into you as he could be. He pulled his head back to gaze down at you and his eyes travelled all over your face. Your flushed cheeks, parted lips with panting breaths passing through them; if he didn’t know any better he’d have sworn you were even glowing. “If I wasn’t smitten with you already you just sealed the deal dearie.” Licking his lips in sync with his movement he slowly pulled himself from you until he was just barely grazing your outer lips, his eyes trained on where your bodies intertwined and a low throaty groan accompanying the action. Before you could even blink he slammed himself into you and rocked your body up against he wall forcefully. A sharp cry rang out through the room and John repeated his slow pull out, this time bringing his thumb to press harshly to your clit. As he thrusted up into you he began rubbing erratic zig zags across the sensitive nub, causing your hips to twitch violently and another flow of pants and breathy whimpers to spill from you. Foregoing the slow build up any further John went right into pounding into your core, never once relenting his thumb from your clit.

The abundance of force left your legs and hips shaking and trembling at his touch. Much like in your dream your body threatened to give out but John kept you pinned to the wall with his other hand pressed firmly to your hip. “Hard enough luv?” He panted out in a rough growl, and you nodded frantically as your chest bounced wildly with his very movement. The tension in your stomach finally became unbearable, and a shrill and piercing shriek rang through the room as you released around John’s length. The way your walls tightened and clenched around him left his mouth gaping, and it only took a few more bucks of his hips before he was pulling himself from you to spill his release all over your stomach and thighs. John brought his hands to your waist as he rested his sweaty forehead against your own. Both you simply sat there panting for a few moments before he cleared his throat with a grunt and hoisted you back around to flop the both of you onto your bed. You giggled softly as you bounced onto your pillows and the sound made a warm and lazy smile cross the warlocks features. “So was that what dreams are made of?” He teased in a much softer timbre while he traced his fingertips along your arm. A matching smile tugged at your lips and you nodded contently, rolling on your side to face him. “I can say with confidence that my dreams were nothing compared to that.” You let a hand rest against his chest and he chuckled, the sound reverberating against your palm and sending a warmth through you. John brought his own hand to cover yours before he brought your fingers to his lips to place gentle pecks to your knuckles, the very action that had started this attraction to him to begin with. Even after the way you’d just been the small gesture made a tiny rise to your cheeks. John flashed another smug smile at you and nonchalantly intertwined your fingers. “I’ve got to say I didn’t think a pretty little thing like you had it in ya.” He winked over at you as he shrugged his clawed shoulder. Again your cheeks flushed with a rosy hue and he huffed another small laugh. Glancing down at you he groaned a bit seeing his mess starting to drip along your leg. He sprang up and grabbed the nearest cloth - his now tattered button up - and cleaned his mess from you like the gentlemen he was underneath the sharp tongued exterior. Pulling you to him you rested your head on his chest and simply listened to the rhythm of his heart. You’d just started to drift off when the intercoms clicked on, Zari’s voice being the main focus with many other hushed ones in the background. “Attention legends, now that our resident exorcist and apparent resident porn star are done making dreams into reality we have a hit on the magicometer.” Your eyes went wide as a full moon, meanwhile John simply burst into laughter. Scurrying to your feet you threw on a pair of loose pajama shorts and a tee shirt. Just as he was tying his notorious accessory around his neck, John glanced up at you with a cheeky grin and his eyes narrowed. Catching his gaze you quirked a brow at him, unable to fight the smirk that covered your face. “What?” You asked gently before he made his way to you, shirtless what with the tattered messy ball it’d been wadded into. He grabbed you by the back of the neck and stole a quick but heated kiss. Still holding you in his hands he smirked as he spoke. “Remind me to never bring you a dream catcher.”

#john constantine #john constantine smut #john constantine x reader #constantine smut #constantine x reader #constantine #legends of tomorrow #legends smut #hellblazer #hellblazer smut

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Feathers

Summary: It's Clementine’s fifteenth birthday. It's time for her wings to finally grow in, only problem, she has to deal with five long days of searing back pain. Thankfully, her boyfriend and girlfriend, Louis and Violet, are there to help her.

Au: Modern, wings

Warnings: Blood, body horror

Clem thought she would be ready for the big day. Her fifteenth birthday. The day her wings would start growing. But when she woke at three in the morning with unbearable back pain, she knew she wasn't ready.

The day before, Clem was excited to get her wings. She wouldn't stop talking about it with her mom and dad, Carley and Lee. They would just smile and say how proud they were of her. Going to bed that night, the only thing on her mind was getting her wings. She fell asleep with an excited grin.

The peace didn't last. At three o'clock in the morning, Clem woke up to an intense, sharp pain in her back. A scream of pain left her lips, waking her parents. In moments flat, they came running into the room, Lee with a bat in hand. The moment they saw Clementine curled up on the bed, tears streaming down her face, they understood.

“I-It h-hurts.” She cried. Carley went to her bed and looked at her back. Just what she thought. The skin around her shoulder blades were being stretched out and ripping in some places. “The process is starting.” She told her husband. “I'll get the pillows and blankets.” Lee said, walking out of the room. “Okay sweetie, we're gonna help you build a nest.” Carley explained. “N-nest?” Clem whimpered. “It's gonna help you through your process.” Her mother explained.

Lee soon came back with nearly every pillow and blanket in the house. Carley carefully picked Clem up from her bed while Lee set the pillows and blankets up in a circular fashion. Once he was done, Clem's bed had been turned into a small nest like cocoon. Carley carefully placed Clem into the nest before crawling in with her. Lee soon followed. Clem curled up to her parents, the searing pain in her back making her whimper.

The night was long and painful. Sleep didn't come easy. Clem spent nearly an hour and a half crying loudly due to the extreme pain. All her parents could do was quietly comfort her and hold her tight. By the time the sun finally rose, Clem was finally asleep. Carley carefully crawled out of the nest, she needed to make a phone call. Clem whimpered in her sleep and clung to her dad.

Carley pulled out her phone and called Clem's boyfriend and girlfriend’s parents, seeing if they could stay over for the week. Thankfully their parents agreed. About an hour passed before they showed up.

Waving goodbye to his parents, Louis walked into Clem's house with Violet by his side. “Hi Mrs. Everett.” Violet said as they walked inside. “Where's Clem?” Louis asked as he took off his shoes. “She's upstairs in her room.” Carley said quietly. They both nodded and walked upstairs.

As they climbed the stairs, they could hear Clementine’s quiet cries. It broke their hearts hearing her in such pain. They walked down the hall, approaching Clem's door. The crying was louder now and more heartbreaking. Louis looked over at Violet before knocking on the door. Three simple knocks.

“Come in.” A deep voice called. Violet opened the door slowly. The room was dark, lit only by the hallway light and the soft glow of fairy lights that hung over Clem’s bed. Entering the room, they saw that Clem was curled up to her father in the nest on her bed. She looked so small and frail. She was shaking and crying quietly. Louis and Violet felt their hearts shatter.

Lee looked up at them. “Thank god you two are here.” He sighed. “She needs you two.” He told them. Louis and Violet both nodded. Lee slowly moved from the nest, giving the two the space. Louis crawled in first, laying behind Clem. She whimpered a bit before snuggling up to him. Louis wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. Violet crawled in next. She curled up in front of Clem, wrapping her arms around her middle. Lee left them alone.

“Hey darlin.” Louis hummed, taking a hold of Clem’s hand. “How are you feeling, peaches?” Violet asked her. “H-h-hurts.” Clem choked out. “I know darlin. It's gonna hurt for a while.” Louis told her. “It's just five days, Clem.” Violet added. Clem slowly nodded, her eyes stinging from crying.

Another wave of pain overtook Clem and she let out a shrill wail. Louis and Violet sprung into action, holding Clem close and whispering comforting words to her. Her quiet sobs were heartbreaking. Louis looked at her sadly before an idea came to him. “Darlin, can you lay on your stomach for me?” He whispered to her. Clem sniffled and nodded, turning to lay on her stomach.

Sitting up, Louis pushed Clem’s shirt up with his hand. With gentle fingers, Louis massaged her aching back. Clem closed her eyes tight at the pain before suddenly relaxing underneath Louis's comforting touch. She could still feel the pain, but the nice feeling of Louis’s warm hands on her aching back was enough of a distraction.

Violet scooted closer to Clem, placing a small kiss on her cheek. Reaching down, she slowly and softly ran her fingernails up and down her back, lightly scratching. Clem finally felt a little bit relaxed after hours of nonstop pain and crying. Her eyes fluttered close and she drifted off to a peaceful sleep.

...

Clem slowly woke up between Violet and Louis. She yawned quietly and nuzzled her face into Louis’s neck. “Morning sleeping beauty.” Louis hummed, a smile on his lips. “Morning.” Clem mumbled, her eyes half closed. “Sleep well?” He asked her. Clem nodded tiredly. “Well you should probably stay awake, Clemster. You've been asleep all day yesterday and all through the night.” He told her. “I have?” Clem looked up at him. “Yep.” He nodded.

“Five more minutes couldn't hurt.” she said, resting her head on his chest. “Hey, no. You're gonna get up and eat some breakfast.” Louis told her. “I don't wanna.” She whined. Louis sat up, pulling her up with him. “Well you're gonna have to.” He said. “Says the person who sleeps in till noon nearly every day.” Clem sassed. “Was that sass? Are you sassing me, little miss?” Louis said, his eyes narrowing playfully.

“You're damn right it was.” Clem smirked. “Ohoho you are in trouble now.” Louis chuckled, pushing Clem back against the bed. “You should know I hate sass.” He explained, sneakily placing his hand on her side. Clem's eyes widened when she realized what he was going to do. “Louis, don't you dare.” She warned. It was already too late.

Louis started lightly tickling Clem’s sides. Sweet giggles bubbled out of her lips. “Louis!” She laughed. “Yes, clemster?” He smirked. “Stop!” She squealed and squirmed around in his grip. “I don't know, should I?” He teased her. “Please!” Louis couldn't help but laugh himself at how adorable she was. He stopped tickling her and kissed her nose. “You're adorable, darlin.” He smiled, hugging her. “You're a jerk.” Clem huffed, hiding her face in his chest. “I love you too.” Louis said.

Clem perked up when she heard the door open. Looking over, she saw Violet walk through the door. “Morning, peaches.” She smiled, closing the door. “Morning, bunny.” Clem called over to her. Violet walked up to the bed, three bowls in her arms. “Fresh made oatmeal, you're favorite.” Violet said, handing a bowl to Clem. “Thanks.” She smiled, taking the bowl. Violet nodded and handed the other bowl to Louis.

“How are you feeling?” She asked Clem. “Still very sore.” She mumbled, eating her food. Violet nodded. After finishing her food, Clem put her bowl on the bedside table. Louis and Violet soon followed. The room was filled with silence. Clem soon broke the silence. “Guys?” She said quietly. “Yes, darlin?” Louis hummed. “Can I have a wing blanket?” She asked, her voice quiet as another wave of pain slowly started.

Louis and Violet both nodded with warm smiles. Louis stretched out his large wings from under his shirt. Laying on his stomach, he rested his wing over her. Clem smiled softly, running her hand over the dark brown and white speckled feathers. Violet crawled onto the bed, stretching out her black and white wings and laying one of her wings ontop of Clem.

Clem let out a soft sigh. This was a regular thing they did when they cuddled. Whenever Clem would have a nightmare, Lou and Vi would just rest their wings on top of her and she would be calmed in minutes. Clem loved wing blankets. It made her feel safe, knowing that her boyfriend and girlfriend were close by. Letting out a small yawn, she looked up at them. “I love you guys.” She whispered before drifting off to sleep.

-four days later-

Clem woke up the final morning in extreme pain. Her eyes flew open and she let out a strangled gasp. Sitting up, she bit down on her tounge to keep herself from screaming. Reaching over, she shook Louis and Violet awake. The two sat up immediately, looking at Clem. “What's wrong?” Violet asked her. Clem tried to speak but a yelp left her lips. “It's time.” Louis whispered.

Tears filled Clem’s eyes as she laid back. “Go get some towels, I'll help her get ready.” Violet told Louis. He nodded and left the room. “Peaches, I'm gonna need you to lay down on your stomach.” Violet told her. Clem looked up at her girlfriend with tears in her eyes. “Please do this for me.” Violet whispered. Slowly, Clem nodded and turned over, burying her face in the pillow.

Violet pushed Clem's shirt up, exposing her entire back. Violet could see the two large wings moving around under Clem's thin skin. They were ready to come out.

Louis came back with an arm full of towels and crawled onto the bed. Violet took some of the towels and placed them around Clem. This was gonna be messy.

Several hours had passed by. Clem was in absolute agony. Louis and Violet were doing everything they could to try and comfort her. But thankfully the final hour was upon them.

“We're almost there, darlin. Just hold on a bit more.” Louis told Clem. She weakly nodded, trying to keep her breathing even. Violet was keeping an eye on her wings. Clem's skin was paper thin, ready to break at any moment. With a towel in her arms, Violet was ready to catch any blood that goes flying.

“This is it!” Violet said as Clem's wings started to move rapidly. Louis held Clem's hand, wincing at how strong her grip was. The seconds seemed like hours to Clem as the pain increased in intensity. It kept building and building and building until…

There was a loud crack a splash of blood. The pain ceased and Clem collapsed into the pillows, feeling the warm blood run down her sides. Violet had caught most of the blood on the towel. Moving the towel down, she saw Clem’s wings. They laid on top of Clem, twitching slightly before they were stretched out.

Clem slowly sat up, looking at Louis and Violet. “You did a wonderful job, darlin.” Louis smiled. Clem looked back at her wings. They were light brown with white and grey specks, similar to that of a barn owl. Blood was glistening off the large feathers. They were beautiful.

“Bet it was worth all the pain?” Violet asked with a small smile. “Totally worth it.” Clem smiled. “Come on, let's get you cleaned up.” Louis said, helping Clem off the bed. Louis took her to the bathroom where he washed the blood off her wings. After her bath, Clem played around with her wings. Moving them and flapping them. Clem knew she had a while to go before she could learn how to fly. But with Violet and Louis by her side, it will be worth the wait.

A\N: There will be a part two to this coming soon.

#twdg #the walking dead game #twdg s4 #twdg season 4 #the walking dead #twd #ask the apocalypse kids #twdg fanfiction #fanfic #twdg clementine #twdg louis #twdg violet #twdg lee #twdg carley #viclouis #clouis #violentine #fluff

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taexual · 6 years

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BTS / Mafia AU - Their S/O’s drink is poisoned

REQUEST: Can i request a bts and exo arranged marriage mafia au where someone spikes s/o drink in a bar or club and they get super protective or smth?

i hope this is what you wanted, love!! also, these are long, so they’re under the cut hopefully!

EXO version of this request is HERE

OTHER MAFIA AUS: BTS / EXO / GOT7 / MONSTA X / SEVENTEEN

WARNING: violence + strong language

Jin

You and Jin had stopped by a bar on your way to a formal dinner one of the people Jin had worked with was throwing. You knew the dinner would be intense – this type of dinners always were – so you figured a couple of shots would ease the tension.

Thirty minutes and about three rounds of shots later, both of you already felt intoxicated enough to head to this dinner and not feel worried. Just to be safe, though, you decided to grab a few more drinks “for the road” and then headed to the bathroom while Jin stayed by the bar, waiting for you.

A few seconds after you left, a guy showed up next to Jin, smiling sneakily.

“That your girl?” he asked, nodding in the direction of the bathroom.

“Not your business,” Jin shot back, not wanting to bother talking to a complete stranger.

He had turned away from the guy but, out of the corner of his eye, he could still see the guy use one of his hands to lean against the bar chair so he could sit down on it, and use his other hand to swiftly open a bag of white powder, which he poured into the shot glass that was waiting for you.

“Come on,” the guy said after Jin clenched his teeth, knowing you wouldn’t want him to cause a scene in the middle of a bar, even though this guy had just very clearly spiked your drink with something. “She’s pretty. Let me know if I got a chance.”

“Even if she was single, you wouldn’t,” Jin replied, turning to look at the guy and trying to conceal the burning rage in his eyes. “Can I tell you something though?”

The guy shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. “Go ahead, man—”

Jin vigorously jumped off his chair, leaning closer into the stranger until the gun in the pocket of Jin’s black leather jacket pressed into the side of the guy’s abdomen. Based on the way the guy widened his eyes at the feeling, he understood that this was an actual gun touching him and Jin was not just excited to see him.

“Pick up the drink next to you,” Jin growled in a low voice. “And drink it. If I don’t see you swallow it down in the next five seconds, I will fucking shoot you right here. Got it?”

“I-I—man, listen—”

“Drink it,” Jin repeated, making sure to dig the gun into his side deeper.

The guy closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He knew what he had just put into the drink. Jin didn’t. But if the guy drank it and died – meaning that he attempted to kill you with it – Jin swore he’d raise him from the dead and kill him again for even attempting to threaten you.

He watched the guy down the drink and, within a few moments, – right as you were coming back from the bathroom, - the guy’s eyes rolled back. He fell from his chair with a loud thud, attracting the attention of nearby people.

Jin – his facial expression about as obvious as a brick wall – leaned down to check the guy’s pulse. His heart seemed to still be beating, which meant that he had just lost consciousness. Working quickly, since Jin heard you walk towards him, he got the guy’s ID out of the pocket of his jeans so he could find him later.

“Jin?” you said, appearing behind your boyfriend. “What happened? Who’s this?”

“Come on,” Jin said, turning around and taking your hand into his so he could lead you out of the bar. “Don’t worry about him. He’ll wake up. But he’ll wish he didn’t.”

Suga

You were waiting for Yoongi to meet you at the club but he was running late. Needless to say, you were a little annoyed – he’s been constantly late to everything these past few days – so you allowed a guy who had just approached you, to chat you up instead of dismissing him right away.

You didn’t plan to lead him on, in fact, you mentioned you were waiting for your boyfriend right away, but the guy didn’t seem bothered. He sat down on the stool next to you and continued to talk. He wasn’t making any crude remarks or flirting with you outright, so, you allowed yourself to enjoy the company and even allowed him to buy you a drink while you checked what time it was.

Just as the guy passed your drink to you and you raised it to your lips, you heard the guy yelp. As you turned to look at him, you saw Yoongi pull the guy off the stool and point his gun at the guy’s throat.

“Yoongi!” you gasped, immediately assuming that he came in, saw you talking to a different guy, and got extremely jealous. “We were just—”

“What did you pour into her drink, you fucking dick?!” Yoongi growled at the guy who was now very seriously whimpering as the cold metal of your boyfriend’s gun threatened to end his life any moment now.

“I didn’t—” the guy stammered, the pistol making it hard for him to talk.

“Fucking answer me!” Yoongi snarled at the guy.

“Nothing!” the guy insisted, his high-pitched voice attracting the attention of nearby people who gasped and moved away from the scene. “I swear, I didn’t do anyth—”

“Yoongi,” you said shakily. “W-what’s going on?”

Still holding the gun firmly pressed against the guy’s throat, Yoongi slid his fingers into the guys front pocket, pulling out a packet with a white substance inside of it.

“This,” Yoongi said, giving you a quick look before redirecting his attention to the guy at the end of his pistol. “You poured this into her drink, mixed it all up, and gave it to her to drink. You better tell me what you were planning to do with her before I force this shit down your throat.”

“P-please, man,” the guy whimpered. “I didn’t—”

“That’s it,” Yoongi declared, grabbing the front of the guy’s shirt and dragging him towards the door of the club as people retreated, making it easier for Yoongi to walk past them.

“What are you going to do?!” you called out after your boyfriend, still frozen in shock and confusion.

“I’ll be right back, baby girl,” Yoongi called back. “I’m going to take care of this motherfucker outside.”

J-Hope

You and a couple of friends were having a night out. You had promised Hoseok you‘d be back home by midnight but you knew he wasn‘t home anyway so, even as the clock neared 1am, you didn‘t really bother to leave yet.

You were having a great time, although a few more drinks later, you were starting to feel annoyed since seemingly all of your friends have found themselves talking to guys you didn‘t know – and they didn‘t, either. You were feeling abandoned and slightly lonely, so, leaving your purse with your drink at the bar, – you were surprisingly trusting when you were drunk, – you took your phone with you to the bathroom and gave your boyfriend a call.

You were only on the phone with Hoseok for a couple of minutes but he already threatened to pick you up three times after he noticed how drunk you were. You told him you‘d find a way to get home but he insisted and you had a feeling that, even though you hung up the phone mid-conversation, Hoseok was still going to be here shortly.

Sighing, you headed back to the bar to finish your drink before you‘d inevitably have to leave. However, as you climbed back on your stool, looked around for your friends again, and absentmindedly grabbed your glass, you noticed something unusual.

A guy was watching you from the end of the bar. No, actually, he wasn‘t watching you. He was watching the drink in your hand with such intensity, you ended up looking down at the glass you were holding, too.

It looked a bit weird, the drink. There were far more bubbles than usually and the shading of the drink was no longer see-through golden yellow. It was almost neon yellow now.

Someone had clearly messed with your drink.

Carefully putting your drink down, you got your phone again, locating the eyes of the guy who was watching you before. But he was no longer watching you. He was coming to you.

“Hoseok,” you said into the phone once you heard your boyfriend answer. “I need you to come here faster. I think someone just tried to spike my drink.”

You heard Hoseok inhale deeply and then hit the metal of his car, the tires screeching loudly in the background of the call. “I’m coming. Can you find a place where you’d be safe until I get there?”

You had lost the guy in the crowd while you were talking so, needless to say, you highly doubted if such safe place existed in this club.

“Yeah,” you said, nevertheless. “I’ll be fine. Just come, please.”

“I’m almost there, babe,” Hoseok replied. “I got my gun loaded. No one’s going to try to poison my girl and get away with it.”

Namjoon has been invited to a formal dinner party hosted by one of the opposing Mafia families who usually tried to do everything they could to make his life miserable. Obviously, Namjoon thought this was a set-up, even if they insisted that this dinner party was their white flag.

He didn’t trust the hosts but he had no choice but to give their dinner a chance. Namjoon invited you to come with him – because the hosts insisted he brought a date – but he gave you two small revolvers and warned you to be careful and not eat anything he wouldn’t eat.

Everything seemed fine at first.

The décor was impeccable, the hosts were really hospitable, and you were actually feeling welcome there. They weren’t waiting for you to leave as soon as possible. It seemed as though they enjoyed having you there.

Namjoon, however, kept an eye out for anything suspicious and refused to “loosen up” no matter how many times you told him that he should. In the end, it was his apparent paranoia that ended up saving your life.

As soon as you sat down by the table and were offered a glass of wine by the host, you gratefully accepted but Namjoon was quick to lean closer to you and whisper harshly, “Do not drink this.”

So, you obeyed – however awkward you looked, putting the glass back down on the table instead of drinking it – and carried on with the dinner.

The girl sitting next to you was the daughter of the head of this Mafia family but she was so shy and uncomfortable – and so unlike her parents – that you almost thought they ended up sitting a random housemaid by the table so she could play their daughter. This ended up raising your suspicions as well.

However, the thing that made you most worried about this whole ordeal was the fact that the hosts insisted on a toast every fifteen minutes – because nor you, nor Namjoon drank your wine – and yet, they did not actually drink themselves. Something was definitely wrong.

“Do you think we can leave soon?” you asked your boyfriend quietly, giving the host family smiles as you caught them watching your every move. “I don’t like this.”

You were expecting an “I told you so” but that was not what you received as Namjoon loudly pushed his chair back and stood up from the table.

“Thank you for the dinner,” he declared. “But we’re going to head out now. This was very—”

“B-but you haven’t even had your wine,” the daughter said quietly, purely because her father’s angry gaze was burning into the side of her head. She was clearly forced to coerce you and Namjoon into drinking. “Please. It’s really good.”

You were worried for her now. You and Namjoon might get out of here unscarred, but she would undoubtedly end up being punished. Her parents looked like they did not like it when their plans went awry.

Namjoon sensed your worry but his mind was elsewhere. His main priority was getting you out of here before these people came up with a different way to harm you. Their daughter wasn’t his responsibility. If anything, she was a threat, too.

“We’re going to have to refuse,” Namjoon stated, taking your hand into his and moving towards the door.

He had to stop however, when the head of the Mafia family suddenly blocked your way, a cunning smile on his face. “Joon. I thought we were befriending each other here and you won’t even bless the host by—”

“I thought so, too,” Namjoon said and you felt him lean forwards just slightly so he could access the gun in the back of his jeans faster. “But here you are, poisoning our wine and plainly insisting we drink it.”

“Poisoning your—why would I do such a thing?” he laughed dramatically, not because it was funny, but because to prove a point.

“I don’t know,” Namjoon replied. “If it’s not poisoned, why don’t you take a little sip, then, hm?”

And that was when the first shot in your direction was fired. The daughter turned out not to be so innocent – but she was a truly horrible shot – as she proved to everyone in the room that there had indeed been something in your drinks and now that you figured that out, this family was going to find a different way to ensure you don’t leave this place.

“I didn’t want to do this,” Namjoon sighed, sounding annoyed instead of scared. He turned to look at you. “Go on. Get out of here. I’ll be right behind you as soon as I make sure this kind family gets a taste of their own wine.”

Jimin

There was a reason why Jimin didn’t want you to go out to a bar for a “girls night out” as your friends were calling it. And that reason was that your recovery from the time someone shot you the last time you had gone out was still in process. You still needed Jimin to change the bandaging on your lower abdomen but it no longer hurt and that was a good sign.

Alcohol wasn’t going to make the wound worse, you had insisted but Jimin wasn’t hearing it. He insisted he’d go with you and, needless to say, this made your friends abandon you because, with your boyfriend around, they could no longer talk shit about men.

So, you and Jimin were sitting together at a bar, both grumpy and annoyed with each other, but at least, now Jimin knew you were safe.

Or so he thought.

As soon as he heard his phone ring and went to take a call, a girl made her way towards you. Jimin could see this out of the corner of his eye but he didn’t think anything of it. Perhaps this was one of your friends that was supposed to be here tonight.

You didn’t know the girl, however. You couldn’t figure out why she started a conversation with you but she was really nice, although you felt rather intimidated by her. She was really attractive – people turned to stare as she walked towards you – and the way she moved when she talked was actually kind of hypnotizing.

That was probably the reason why you didn’t notice her pour a bag of some unidentified white substance into your drink. But Jimin did.

He hung up the phone, walking back to you as he watched the girl leave as soon as she saw him approach.

“Do you know her?” he asked you in a tone so harsh that you flinched as you turned around to look at him.

Pressing a hand on your chest you exhaled deeply. “Don’t sneak up on me like that. You freaked me out.”

You were picking up your drink from the bartop but Jimin grabbed your wrist, stopping you.

“I asked you if you knew who she was,” he repeated, his grip on you awfully strong.

“Ow, Jimin, what the hell?” you frowned. “No, I don’t know her. Why does it matter?”

“Put the drink down,” he told you, letting go of your hand finally. “Do not drink it. Wait here. Do you understand me?”

“What?” you asked, confused.

You were certain you weren’t drunk enough to have missed something – and yet you have. You missed the one thing that could have killed you if Jimin hadn’t been here and he couldn’t help but watch you with storms brewing in his eyes. He knew he had to be with you tonight.

“That girl put something in your drink,” Jimin said. “I need you to stay here – don’t talk to anyone – while I find her and kill her. And then we’re getting out of here. I’m fucking sick of people attempting to kill you but, rest assured, I will hunt down anyone who tries.”

You had gone out with some of your friends to get a few drinks and catch up but this quickly turned into an impromptu party at the bar, since the majority of your friends brought other friends and you were suddenly doing shots with girls you’ve never met before in your life, while other girls chatted all around you.

You noticed one particular girl give you weird looks all throughout the night but you figured that, perhaps, she was just trying to remember if she knew you from somewhere. You thought she looked kind of familiar as well.

Taehyung ended up texting you around this time – so you looked down, breaking eye contact with the girl – because he was letting you know he had finished working, so he was all free. You suggested he came to the club. You’ve been dating for a while but your friends haven’t met him yet and tonight was a nice opportunity. Taehyung seemed to think so, too.

“Hi there,” someone said next to you and you nearly dropped your phone in shock. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

When you looked up, the same girl from before was back, but she was now smiling as she leaned against the bar next to you.

“It’s okay,” you replied. “Um… can I help you?”

“Actually, yeah,” the girl admitted, moving the cocktail she had placed on the bartop towards you. “I just ordered this drink but, I’ll be honest, it’s not my cup of tea. It’s way too sour for my liking. I felt like sharing it with someone would make it taste better.”

You were suddenly so intimidated by her close presence that you mumbled an awkward, “I have a boyfriend.”

She smiled as if she didn’t care about that – or, maybe, she knew about that – and got another straw.

“He won’t be mad,” she said, smiling. “We’re just sharing a drink and that’s it. And don’t look so worried. I’m all alone here. I want to make friends.”

Alright, you could handle friends. Drinking this weirdly neon red drink that this new “friend” had just offered to you, though? You weren’t sure about that.

“Did you order this here?” you asked. “I’ve been going to this bar my whole life and I swear they never had this—”

“Yeah, it’s a special order,” the girl said eagerly. “Try it. It’s really good.”

You were an easy person to convince and who could blame you, the girl in front of you looked like she walked right out of a magazine cover and you felt extremely uncomfortable next to her. Not to mention, you were slightly drunk already and here she was, innocently offering you another drink.

Your lips had already wrapped around the straw when you saw a silhouette pull the girl in front of you off the bar stool by her hair. Shocked, you gasped, pulling away from the drink. You were even more astounded when you saw that the shadowy silhouette belonged to your boyfriend.

“Taehyung?” you questioned. “What are you doing?!”

“Don’t do anything she tells you to,” Taehyung declared. “This bitch has been trying to get to you ever since you and I met. I killed her asshole of a boyfriend a couple of years ago and she’s been on a journey to get her revenge ever since. Finally found your chance, didn’t you?”

“Fuck you,” the girl spat.

“Are you sure you want those to be your last words?” Taehyung hissed at her.

“Y-you’re going to kill her?” you asked slowly, your mind still digesting all of this new information.

“Y/n, she came here to kill you,” Taehyung replied, his voice much softer now that he was talking to you. “I’m going to go out and dispose of her but once we’re back, we’re going to get those drinks and you’ll introduce me to your friends like nothing happened, okay? Don’t let this ruin your night, baby.”

Jungkook

You were already fairly drunk – so much that you struggled to walk in a straight line as you made your way to the bathroom, a margarita still in your hand – but you really didn’t think it was bad, at least not in comparison to your friends, who were already this close to passing out from too much alcohol. They really couldn’t hold their liquor well.

You had texted Jungkook to come pick you up but you ended up catching him at a bad time – you could hear shots fired in the background of the call – so you weren’t sure if he was actually going to come, which is why you were now leaning against the sink in the bathroom, trying to find the Uber app on your phone.

“Hi!” a cheerful voice suddenly spoke to you and you turned your head – taking a moment to wait until the room stopped spinning – and noticed a really young girl next to you. There was no way she could legally drink. “I saw you come in here and I just wanted to tell you that I think your outfit tonight is really pretty. Sorry if this is weird.”

“Oh, thank you,” you replied, too drunk to notice how hard the girl was trying to come off as innocent. “You look really pretty, too.”

“Thanks!” she said, smiling widely and then pointing at your glass of margarita next to you. “Is this your drink? Could I have a sip? I wasn’t sure what to order at the bar, I don’t really go to clubs often.”

You really didn’t want to be responsible for getting a minor drunk but she was already at a bar and if she’s going to drink, at least she would do so with your supervision.

“Sure,” you said, watching her smile gratefully before picking your drink up and taking a quick sip through the straw.

She frowned as soon as the liquid reached her mouth.

“Whoa,” she said. “I don’t think this tastes nearly as good as it could if we added something else to it.”

Confused, you watched her pull out a small vial out of her purse and pour the contents into your drink before stirring it with the straw. You really weren’t sure what she was doing – she looked like this was literally her first time drinking anything alcoholic – but you still watched her curiously.

“Here,” she said then. “Try it now. I have to go because my boyfriend is waiting for me but—”

“Y/n?!” a panicked voice reached your ears, cutting the girl off. “Y/n, where the fuck are you?!”

Before your drunk mind registered that this was actually your boyfriend looking for you, you saw all color drain from the girl’s face. She looked like she recognized the voice, too.

“Take the drink,” she said, pushing the glass into your hand before running out of the bathroom.

Her escape was really unsuccessful, though, because as soon as she opened the door of the bathroom she saw her boyfriend pushed helplessly against the wall, a pistol pressed against his temple. As soon as you heard her gasp, you made your way out of the bathroom, too.

“Jungkook?” you asked, feeling the way your mind cleared as soon as you saw that the owner of the pistol was your boyfriend. “W-what’s going on?”

“This motherfucker came here to kill you,” Jungkook said, wrapping his free hand around the guy’s throat because he didn’t think the pistol was enough of a threat. “He sent his girlfriend to spike your drink. They were going to knock you out and then kill you right in front of my house. I heard them plotting when I came to pick you up.”

“W-what?” you stuttered. You may have been feeling a bit more sober but this was still too much to take in and you had to lean against the wall, suddenly too dizzy to stand.

“Hang on, baby,” Jungkook said, alarm flashing in his eyes as he saw you struggle with your balance. “As soon as I’m done with these two pathetic excuses of gang members, I’m going to get you out of here.”

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facethroughthemirror · 5 years

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So this isn’t done, but have a cute little snippet of some post-war Doyle/Grey, featuring a special little guest, for day five of @rvbrarepairweek

His fingers fly to take down notes as he reads, writing down details relevant to his current project, blue eyes scanning one of the screens for the information he requires. A tug on his arm, however, pauses him in his work and prompts him to turn his head to find the source of the touch. He beams when he finds a little face peering up at him. “Hello, sweetheart. Come to help me with my work?”

She shakes her head, lifts her arms to be picked up.

“No?” He sets his work aside, and gladly obliges anyway, setting her onto his lap. He can work on his regulations later. “Then whatever can I do for you, little miss?”

Mummy says Auntie Nessa is going to visit for dinner.

Oh, we’re signing. We’re having a nonverbal day. That’s fine. “Mummy’s right. Aunt Vanessa will be here later on. Is Mummy home from work?”

She nods.

“Well, perhaps we should help her get ready for dinner. What do you think?”

She nods again, squirming out of his arms and sliding to the floor to let him stand up. The dog stands up from under his desk and shakes, nosing at him to make sure he’s steady. Once he’s up, the smaller family members start out of the room, and he follows after. She leads him to the kitchen, where he spots Emily shutting the oven door.

The little girl rushes over to her mother and catches her leg. It startles her, but she laughs musically and scoops her up. She presses a kiss to the little girl’s forehead, earning herself a bright smile. “Hello, sweetie! Did you go get Daddy for me like I asked?”

“She certainly did.” He leans to brace himself against the counter, fondly regarding his girls from several feet away. Emily, still wearing her work attire with her hair in its messy knot at the back of her head, and the little ginger-haired girl in her arms, the little angel with his eyes and her mother’s smile. “What was I summoned for, dear?”

“Oh, I just wanted to make sure you weren’t napping! And were feeling alright. I know how you’ve been feeling lately and I would’ve called Vanessa to cancel but I wanted to check on you first but then I started cooking and completely forgot, so I told Momo to go get you--oh! And while I was on the way home, I bought a few things that we weren’t out of, but could have used more of!”

“Thank you, dear… do I smell peaches?”

“You do! I’m making baked chicken with peaches, with rice and green onions!”

“Sounds just lovely.” He makes his way over to them, placing a quick kiss on each of their foreheads. “How long is that in the oven for, love?”

“About... twenty-five minutes!”

“Oh? Wonderful. Armonia, why don’t we see to the table, I think Mummy could use a few minutes.”

Emily quirks an eyebrow, and her little “huh?” is sort of half-squeaked. He gestures sort of sneakily to her work attire, and she glances downward at it before making a sudden, surprised sound. “Right! Sweetie, can you help Daddy with the table while I take a shower and put on real people clothes?”

Are you yucky from work?

“Mmhm, I’m very yucky from work.” She gives their daughter a kiss on the cheek, setting her on her feet. “Be so helpful and help Daddy to not hurt himself, okay?”

The little girl nods, and Emily rushes out of the room. Doyle smiles down at the little girl, offering out a hand. “I’m afraid I’ve forgotten where the dining room is, sweetheart. Could you show me?”

Another nod, this one accompanied by a bright smile exactly like her mother’s, and the little girl grabs hold of his hand, tugging him in the direction of the dining room so they can begin setting the table.

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hiyo-silver · 6 years

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Candles

Summary: It's finally Quinn's fifth birthday!

Pairings: Bill Denbrough/Eddie Kaspbrak, Ben Hanscom/Beverly Marsh, Stanley Uris/Mike Hanlon

chap 1 + chap 2 + chap 3 + ao3 link

Taglist: @fuckboykaspbrak @thesquidliesthuman @starboystan @rachi0964 @shewasthewind @beepbeep-losers @bigbilliamdenbro @jalenrose1122 @sleepygaybrough @itandstrangerthingsfanfic @boopboopreddie

The sun peers through the sheer pink curtains, leaving a sunset shade across the entire room. Eddie creeps over to the doorway, creaking it open just a bit more to see his sleeping daughter.

"Bill, look," he whispers, gesturing for Bill to come over and see. "Can't believe she's getting old," he adds, turning to bill and wrapping him in a hug.

Bill smiles softly, holding Eddie close to him, "oh god remember when we adopted her?" He reminisces, "she was so small."

"She was what? Three months?" Eddie remembers, pulling away put sliding his hands down into Bill's. "God, Bill, we've been parents," Eddie says with a grin.

"She's fucking five today, that's like- half way to ten," bill teases Eddie, pulling away to take only one of Eddie's hands and lead him to the kitchen. "Got the cake last night, freezer," he reminds, going to the drawer to find some candles.

Eddie pulls the pink decorated cake from the freezer, setting it on the counter to admire it for a little, "it's really pretty, decorated nice, store bought cakes for the win," he grins as Bill comes over with the number five candle.

"The cake is for later, but I also got a cupcake for breakfast, went all out," he grins, going to grab the cupcake from the fridge, "sugar high all day long," he chuckles.

"Ohmygod, Bill, that's the placebo effect," Eddie laughs, letting Bill open the plastic container before shoving the candle into the small cake.

"Still works, doesn't it?"

"Well that's how it fucking works, William," Eddie teases, shoving bill's shoulder playfully.

"She's going to be so excited, that's the point," Bill smiles, picking up the cupcake with both of his hands, being careful not to smudge the flowers frosted onto the top.

"You ready?" Eddie smiles, putting his hand on Bill's shoulder with a grin.

"I can't believe she's fucking five," bill says as they start to walk to the bedroom, creaking her door open carefully, and slowly the two of them start whispering singing Happy birthday.

She wakes pretty easily after hearing her fathers, turning in her bed to face the direction of the door and opening her eyes. As soon as she sees the cupcake she shoots right up into a sitting position, a huge smile on her face. Exactly what Eddie and Bill had been going for.

"Happy biiiiiirthday deaaar Quinnie," Bill grins, "happy biiiiiirthday to you," he finishes, sitting on the bed next to his daughter. Quinn looks excitedly at the cupcake.

"Make a wish, sweetheart," Eddie smiles, kneeling in front of them.

She looks at them for reassurance before blowing as powerfully as she can at the candle. "What did you wish for, Quinnie?" Bill asks, pulling the candle out of the cupcake, licking the frosting off.

"Can't tell you, won't come true," she smirks defiantly, taking the cupcake quickly, licking the Flowers off the top first.

Eddie shakes his head slowly but grins anyways, "Billy, how silly of you, you taught her that," he chuckles.

"Just making sure she remembers," Bill says with a smile, smoothing his hands over Quinn's hair and standing up as Eddie does, standing behind Eddie with arms wrapped around his waist. "Party in a few hours, should probably get ready," he says more to remind himself than his husband.

"What do you even wear for a birthday party for a five year old? Cargo shorts?" Eddie jokes, turning his head back a little to kiss bill's cheek.

"Guess so, don't suppose it matters?" He chuckles, separating from Eddie carefully, "hey, Quinnie, I'm gonna shower, you finish that, throw the wrapper away, and then daddy and I have another surprise for you," Bill grins.

"What's the surprise!?" Quinn asks loudly, eliciting a wince from Eddie, her eyes wide.

"It's a surprise for a reason," Eddie teases, taking bill's hand to lead him to the bathroom, "now go shower, William, you reek," he jokes, pushing Bill the rest of the way out of the door.

Quinn goes about finishing her cupcake quickly, sitting on her bed, swinging her legs back and forth excitedly as she waits for them to return. After what seems like forever, the two come back freshly showered with a shiny pink bag, handing it to her with a proud grin.

She tears it open, tissue paper littering the floor as she does, pulling up some fabric to reveal a satin pink princess dress, hopping up onto her feet to wrap her dads in a tight hug for the three of them. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" She exclaims, a smile as wide as her face plastered on.

"You're welcome," Bill grins, he'd picked it out, he's always been an expert gift giver, and the reactions always made the searching worth it.

"Go on, we'll finish getting ready, guests will be here soon," Eddie smiles, "Put on the new dress, shoes in there too," he grins.

An hour later, a knock comes from the door before the figure lets himself in, "Uncle Richard is here! Come give'im a hug," he shouts, grinning brightly.

"Richie! Richie!" Quinn shouts back, holding the skirt of her dress up as she runs into his arms, him lifting her and spinning her around.

"I hear someone is five too, eh?" He smirks, pulling a card out of seemingly nowhere and handing it to Bill and Eddie to hold onto.

"I am!" Quinn shrieks happily, putting her arms around Richie's neck, "What's my present?" She asks seriously without losing her childish smile.

"I gave your daddies money to let you pick something," Richie grins, holding her above his head with his hands under her arms, "I love your dress! Fit for a princess!" He proclaims, putting her back on the floor and ruffling her hair.

"Ooooooh!" She shrieks out, jumping up and down once after Richie returns her to the floor. She scrambles back to the kitchen, admiring her cake from the floor, sneakily reaching her finger up to take a dab of frosting, but Eddie notices, lifting her up and away from the cake.

"That's for later, sweetheart," he reminds with a chuckle, bringing her back out to the living room and plopping her on the couch.

Someone peeks through the left open door, which proves to be none other than Stanley Uris, followed by Mike and their kids, Andy and Jenny.

Mike was carrying a small lilac wrapped box, a white ribbon tied around it, handing it off to Bill as soon as he sees him. Bill takes it, hugging Mike with his free arm, "Thank you for coming!" He greets, putting the box on the coffee table with the card from Richie.

"We wouldn't miss it for the world," Mike grins, patting Bill's back before releasing him from the hug. Andy and Jenny stand behind Mike's legs, "Sorry, they're going through a 'shy' phase," Mike explains.

"Ah, I understand," Eddie jumps into the conversation, returning from small talk with Stan, multitasking as he watches Quinn to make sure she doesn't try again to deface the cake.

"Yeah, happens to all kids, Stan here never grew outta it!" Richie jokes, his voice a little too loud, clapping a hand on Stan's shoulder.

Stan gives Richie a scowl, a look that could kill if looks could. "Beep beep," he says dryly, like they always have, though they always thought they'd grow out of it.

"Ah c'mon Stanny! Just one!" Richie complains. He turns to Eddie next, "How's that mom'a yours?" He asks, pushing his glasses up his nose.

"You know I haven't talked to her in years," Eddie sighs, fidgeting awkwardly with his fingernails.

Richie softens slightly, "Yeah, sorry Eds."

"It's fine," Eddie sighs, disappearing into the kitchen to sort the food situation.

Bill looks a bit awkward for a moment until he meets Stan's gaze, "Bev and Ben are coming soon!" He announces, changing the subject as quick as he can.

As if on cue, the two arrive, a baby carrier in tow. "We miss anything?" Ben asks as he opens the door wider, not wanting to jostle the carrier on the frame.

"Not really," Stan shrugs, "Eddie, they're here!" He calls to the kitchen, rapping his knuckles on the kitchen door.

"Coming!" Eddie calls back, already calmed down from the incident. He comes in a few seconds later, carrying the cake out with two hands, five glowy candles propped up from in the frosting.

The group awkwardly starts singing, slow and off pitch, Quinn grinning huge and Bill videoing the entire thing on his phone.

Eddie reaches Quinn on the couch, prompting her to blow the candles out at the end of the song, her struggling with them immediately. It takes several minutes of her huffing and puffing for Eddie, chuckling, to admit that they were joke candles, not meant to be blown out easily like that.

He removes them for her, "Alright, everyone! Kitchen, cake!" He commands, already leading the 11 of them to the kitchen door.

He sets it on the counter, cutting it into thin slices, passing a piece to each person as he does, saving the largest piece for his own daughter, "And, here you are," he says with a happy finality in his voice, relieved that they've made it this far without disaster, he's always feared planning kids parties, but at least none of Quinn's had gone wrong.

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avaalons · 7 years

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Chris Evans Fic: Disney Princess Series Part 6 (Decisions)

If you hated Josh in the last one weeelllllll hopefully Lisa makes up for it in this!

*** PR recommended a complete radio silence about the whole situation. To address the reports would be to stir up more speculation, whereas the less that was mentioned about it, the less fuel added to the fire, the quicker it would all slide away.

So that’s what you did and, it seemed, it was what Chris was doing as well. You’d had a few pap opportunities set up for you, so you could be seen out and about alone, attending meetings or going to the gym and pretty soon, the story fell out of the tabloids. You had sneakily Googled Chris a couple of times, a queasy feeling in your stomach, and he’d done similar things: out walking Dodger, meeting friends at a bar downtown, gym sessions, all alone, all perfectly staged.

You just went about your business as you always had. You needed to focus on your career and what your next move would be off the back of the film you’d done with Chris. The momentum was there, now that the relationship gossip had gone away, and you just needed to act on it. A stack of scripts had been steadily piling up, ones that had been sent to and seen by your agent and then thought to be of interest and passed to you. You weren’t sure what you were looking for in your next project but these scripts seemed to be a good place to start.

All you truly knew was that you needed to get out of your head and focus on what was important. You’d had no problem with that before Chris Evans had waltzed into your life, and you should have no problem getting back there. Nothing had actually happened after all, there was nothing to be upset about. You hadn’t even kissed for Christ’s sake! But that didn’t stop you imagining that one moment every time you stood in the kitchen, his arms wrapped around you tightly, his mouth a mere two inches from yours as he was about to tell you… well, it didn’t matter now, did it? It was over before it had begun and there was nothing you could do about it. The trip to Disney would always hold a special place in your heart but that was all. So, taking a deep breath, you resolved to move on, starting now. You pulled the first script from the coffee table and opened it up.

But when, ten minutes later, you found your gaze once again wandering over to the spot in the kitchen where you’d stood against him, waiting for him to just kiss you already, you huffed out a frustrated sigh, flinging the script down on to the seat next to you.

Wiggling your toes into your flip flops, you located your sunglasses, tossed the scripts and your phone into a satchel bag and headed out into the LA sunshine, locking your door behind you. You needed a neutral place where you could just get him out of your head and your favourite coffee shop might just be the answer.

A coffee, maybe a muffin, and a dark corner were all you needed and soon you were lost in the story being told by one of the scripts. You were really pleasantly surprised by one of the narratives. Given that your resume was various tv spots in the main, plus your break out role in Sleeping Beauty and now your more action-based role in the ensemble drama you’d done with Chris, you’d been sent a whole variety of genres and styles. You hadn’t been type cast so far, and that could be nothing but good news.

The one that piqued your interest was an emotional drama about a couple who had married young and were now, a decade down the line, experiencing problems in their marriage: the husband purposefully choosing to work away more and more while the wife contemplated an affair with a co-worker. But then they find themselves having to take on the care of the husband’s father, suffering with dementia, and move him into their house. Through caring for him, he teaches them a lot about life, love and themselves and they slowly rediscover what they loved about each other and how to make their marriage work, ten years down the line.

It was desperately bittersweet at the end. You were silently crying by the time you read the last line, tears running tracks down your cheeks as the script came to its conclusion. You’d told yourself that it was just the emotion of the story that brought on the waterworks but you knew deep inside that it had simply tipped you over the edge of an overflowing glass. All of the feelings of frustration, grief, hopelessness, and plain sadness of the last couple of weeks came pouring out of you in the hidden corner of the coffee shop.

You allowed yourself a couple of minutes to wallow before shaking your head and pulling yourself back together. Quickly flipping the document to the front page, you double checked the post it note your agent had left, just to make sure it was the female lead you were being considered for and not the best friend or the sister, when a name caught your eye under the ‘Director’ subtitle and you knew instantly that as much as you loved the story and the complexity of the wife’s character, there was no way you would ever get the role.

There it was, in clear black ink: Chris Evans.

You knew he had a movie lined up and he’d spoken about it occasionally during the Disney trip but you hadn’t put two and two together as you’d opened the first page, only giving the title a cursory glance.

You pulled your phone up to type out a message - he deserved to know how amazing this script was and what a brilliant job you knew he’d do with it - before cancelling and darkening the screen. You didn’t have that kind of relationship anymore. You had no relationship at all, all because he’d decided that he wasn’t worth the risk to your reputation and your career.

But as you sat there, post-cathartic release, and really analysed everything that had happened, everything that had been said in his last visit to you, you realised you’d been duped. You’d been conned out of choosing for yourself, and you might be reserved, you might not let your feelings show very easily or very often, you might avoid things that could hurt you, but that didn’t mean you weren’t capable of making your own decisions just because those decisions involved some risk.

You couldn’t have the role, not because you didn’t have the talent, but because if you wanted both Chris and some semblance of career, you couldn’t pick up roles on projects he was involved in. If you were going to do this, business needed to be completely separate from pleasure. But you could, you were confident, make it work if you just tried hard enough.

You blinked, feeling positive and empowered for the first time in two weeks. You couldn’t have the role, but it didn’t stop you from going to the audition.

***

‘Son, I know you’re feeling a bit lost and down but you’ve both made your decisions, right? You’re just going to have to live with it,’ Lisa told him gently.

Not even two weeks after arriving back in LA, Chris was in Boston again, moping around his mom’s house. He’d done what he needed to do regarding being ‘seen’, alone around LA and after four or five 'appearances’ to make sure he had his photo taken, he was straight on a plane back to Boston. He’d expected to feel lighter when he arrived but no such luck. He knew he was being pathetic but he just couldn’t shake the resentment he held towards… everything.

'I know, I know. I’m just… it’s not like she’s just a girl that I’ve met a couple of times, you know? I’ve had time to get attached and I… like her. And I think she likes me. But it’s a hopeless situation. What if this is it? What if she’s it for me?’

He was sat at the kitchen table, leaning his head against one hand. Lisa placed a steaming mug of peppermint tea in front of him before ruffling his hair with her fingertips. She hated seeing her son, normally so positive and energetic, so despondent.

'Oh sweetheart, I don’t know what to tell you. What did she say when you told her what Josh said?’

'Just 'oh I see,’ and then I left pretty much. Didn’t seem much point in drawing it out any more.’

'Chris, baby, did you even ask her what she wanted? I know Josh gave you the advice he thought best from his perspective but it seems like between the two of you, you’d decided the fate of that poor girl before she’d even had a chance to think about she wanted,’ the reality of his conversation with you dawned on Lisa suddenly. Her eldest son always was convinced he knew what was best for others, even if it made him feel miserable. He was self-sacrificing to a fault but needed to understand that it wasn’t always his call.

'Well… I… she didn’t counter with anything. And when I said we could still text and talk and stuff she told me not to insult her like that.’

Lisa could hardly believe her ears, 'Chris! She’s a grown woman! Of course she doesn’t want to keep up some teenager-like phone relationship. And you wouldn’t want that either so why would you even-’

'I know, it was dumb!’ Chris cut her off with his own irritation at himself and brought his other hand up to cradle his head between his palms, breathing in the steam from his tea on the table and hoping it would help soothe him, 'I just - I was desperate.’

His mom sighed, pulling out the chair next to him and sitting down, rubbing one hand comfortingly across his back.

'Listen, I know the press was bad but it was one time. You know as well as I do that the longer a relationship goes on, the more they just have to accept that you’re in it for the right reasons. It means you have to both be strong and probably take some knocks at the beginning, but if she’s worth it, and if she thinks you’re worth it, and there’s a real possibility you could make this work in the long term, shouldn’t you give it a chance?’

'She’s only just starting out though, mom. Those knocks at the beginning, her career might never recover from them.’

'Then that’s a risk for her to take, not a decision you get to make for her. I know I’m biased, but I have a hard time believing that anyone would think my baby boy isn’t worth taking a chance on,’ Lisa playfully pinched his cheek and a half smile tugged at Chris’ lips.

'Mooommmm,’ Chris whined bashfully.

'You’re never too old to have some sappy comments from your mother. Now drink your tea, get your head straight and think about what you’re going to say when you see her next,’ Lisa rose from her seat with a final pat on his back to busy herself with the chores that needed doing.

'Yes ma'am,’ he replied with a grin.

'That’s what I like to hear,’ Lisa nodded definitively, 'When are you going back to LA?’

'Well, the auditions for the movie are being held on Thursday, the scripts have been out for a week with the prospectives now, so I’ve got a flight Wednesday afternoon.’

'So I get you for another three days then,’ Lisa did the math, 'Are you going to talk to her before then?’

Chris shook his head, 'No, I think I want to talk face to face. When I go back.’

'Good choice. Just own up to how you feel and let her come to her own decision. You’ve got nothing to lose, given the current state of things.’

'I know, thanks mom,’ Chris could always count on his mother to help him straighten his thoughts out.

That gave him three days to prepare for both the auditions he was holding for the wife character in his latest film project and for seeing you again. His mom was right, if you turned around and told him to leave you alone forever, he’d be no worse off than he was now. He’d call you Thursday evening, after the auditions were over, and arrange something for the Friday or the Saturday.

And then, he’d lay it all on the line.

#chris evans #chris evans imagine #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you

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mintyvan · 7 years

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19 - bob meets the parents

filling the prompt “omg shy nervous bob meeting reader's parents and or friends or anything about nervous bob at the start of a new relationship like being sweet and constantly asking if you're okay with things progressing or whatever any bob he's sweet and I love him”

note I LOVE SWEET ANGEL BOB. OKAY BYE

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You awakened just before sunrise. As the light peeked through the blinds, the forms of objects in the room became more visible. The blinds cast parallel shafts of light across your bare chest and stomach, and you followed their paths until you reached his sleeping form. He was bathed in the glow of early morning light, his skin smooth and taut, arms pulled over his head as he slept on his stomach. You watched his peaceful form rise up and down with the slow exhalations of breath.

As the patterns of light moved slowly, languidly across his face as the sun shined through the window, he stirred. His eyes opened, and the first thing he saw was you, golden halo of light around your head.

“You’re a real angel, you know that,” he whispered, voice deep and gravelly from sleep. His fingertips rose up, brushed your cheek in the lightest feather of a touch, and he sighed contentedly. He closed his eyes again, eyelashes fluttering in peace under dark curls. You thought he was drifting back to sleep, but after a few minutes, his muscled arm reached over you to the nightstand. His faint smell, sweet and musky, wafted around you and you took a deep breath.

Now with his glasses on, he could see the worry written on your face, and it was starting to reflect on his own. Before he could ask you what was wrong, you spoke.

“Today I want you to meet my parents.”

When Bob met your group of friends, it wasn’t bad at all; awkward people themselves, it wasn’t hard to understand where he was coming from, being nervous to meet others. When his hand slightly shook as he held it out to them, they pretended not to notice. Your friends were the forgiving type --- the sweetest --- and they knew how well Bob treated you. They accepted him with open arms, and from then on it was smooth sailing. They invited him everywhere, and he was quickly becoming a part of your weekly outings with them.

However, your parents were overprotective, and overconfident in their abilities to keep bad things from happening to you. You were their only daughter out of five children; the four boys were rambunctious, and you knew it further solidified their opinions of the male species. They never approved of anyone you wanted to date while in school, and so you just didn’t date anyone. Armed with the knowledge they’d brought you up with and your own intuition, you’d finally gotten your first boyfriend, and he was everything you could have ever imagined.

When both your parents called and asked to meet him for dinner, you were sure it was going to be a disaster. Incredibly old fashioned, they had wanted a sit-down Sunday roast dinner. In your eyes, it was the absolute worst possible way Bob could have met your parents: it was their pervasive way of playing bad cops to keep you in line.

As soon as you pulled into the gravelly drive and Bob asked if you were sure about this, your heart pounded. It was even worse when one of your gangly younger brothers opened the door, judging Bob up and down without shame. It practically leapt out of your chest when your parents, side by side in the living room, welcomed him to the dining room table, ready to interrogate him.

He answered every hard question of theirs with respect between bites of roast and potato, and kept the conversation as fluid and pleasant as he could. You sat, nervous, saying hardly a word as you watched the subtle eyebrow raises between your parents as he spoke about the band, his morning runs at the park, his love for photography, and his skype calls to other drummers around the world. Your parents sat, scary and unmoving for most of the conversation, nodding along, judging his every move.

You thought you were going to melt into the seat right then and there when Bob spoke too quietly and your parents had to ask him to repeat himself. He spoke louder and his voice cracked, and his head dipped further into his roast as your cheeks burned. His shyness was becoming more evident by the minute, and though it was something you adored about him, it wasn’t going to help your parents love him.

The ice breaker finally came when your youngest brother choked on a tiny piece of corn and spit up all over the table at an opportune time. Bob blushed and tried not to laugh, glasses fogging with the heat of holding his laugh in, but as soon as he saw your parents red-faced and chortling, he joined in, his sweet laugh ringing out and loosening your tense muscles a little. Always genuine.

Little scratches at the back door were heard and Bob’s sweet face lit up as your little dog burst through the flap in the door. When the middle brother sneakily fed the dog the last of his vegetable scraps under the table, Bob winked, showing he’d not reveal your brother’s secret. You smiled with endearment as your brother looked up at him, amazed that an adult could actually be cool. Living with parents like yours had effects on a person.

Your mom’s fake smile that had been plastered on her face before dinner had slowly evolved into something between real and fake as dessert was served and Bob told funny anecdotes about the boys on tour. He spoke highly of everyone he met, and your father nodded his head along to what Bob was saying, corners of his mouth upturned slightly every time Bob took a nervous breath.

Later, when your dad and brothers took Bob out to the yard to play a game of footy and left you and your mother to the dishes, per her request to speak to you in private, your chest seized up again as you meekly followed her to the sink, and Bob followed the men outside. You pulled on the dish gloves with a rubbery thwack, and you set to scrubbing the pans furiously, hoping your mother wouldn’t break the silence, but you knew she’d have to break the news soon.

“Y/N…” she began, and you squeezed your eyes shut as you listened to her fiddle with spoons behind you. Here it comes.

“He’s quite alright, isn’t he?”

You froze on the spot for a millisecond with shock, and then continued scrubbing the dishes with an ecstatic smile on your face. You looked out the window, at two of your brothers hooked onto Bob’s legs, preventing him from toeing the football, and your dad yelling cheers as the other two brothers passed the ball between his legs. Bob was happy, sharing high-fives and smiles with them. Turning your head slightly so you could speak back to your mother while keeping an eye on him, with pride, you stated:

“Yeah, he is.”

Later that night as Bob carried you across the threshold into his flat, he yelled, “I passed the test!” and swirled you around in the kitchen. He carried you down the hallway to the bedroom, and your eyes went a little wide at his candid motions. He went silent as he sat you down on the bed. Kneeling in front of you, his hand scratched the back of his head.

“So… um… I know we haven’t, like, done anything, like, this intense, yet, just, y’know, slept next to each other, and a few things here and there, but…” he laughed shyly as he looked down at his knees on the carpet.

“Yeah?” you replied, waiting for him to continue. You knew you’d have to wait patiently until he got it all out.

“Um… you’re okay with, um, this,” he gestured between you two, and the bed, trying to convey his emotions, “progressing, right?”

A hopeful glance was shot your way before he returned his eyes to the carpet.

“Especially since I’ve just met your family, and they’re lovely, and I’d just really like to show you how much that means to me.” With a huff of nervous breath and a smile, he took your hands and looked up at you, curls framing his face.

“I love that, Bob. And you, of course.”

#catb fic #catfish fic #bob hall #bob fic #catb bob #bob hall fic #yas #i love writing bob please send me more bob requests

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‘Scoping Him Out

Fandom: Star Trek (AOS/TOS) Pairing: Bones/Reader Prompt/Request: Inspired by a comment by @outside-the-government about stethoscopes going missing at work and how she follows docs around until they give it back if they’ve borrowed hers. Word Count: 1275 Warnings: None Author’s Note: This was supposed to only be about 300 words but it kept going!

You’ve been working in the med bay onboard the Enterprise for at least ten years now. You are one of the best nurses on the ship and you take great pride in your skills and the job itself. You’re nearly on par with a doctor as far as knowledge and experience goes, and all the doctors are aware of it. You have all your own supplies including tricorder and stethoscope, even though Starfleet has their own standard issue equipment. The CMO allows you to use yours rather than the regulation supplies because he knows that you’re on the top of your game, that you trust your own equipment more, and that you’d probably just use it anyway, albeit sneakily.

Today has been a particularly hectic day in the med bay, with a small disaster (explosion) happening down in engineering and five injured crew members brought in for treatment at the same time. Two of the crew members only had to be treated for minor burns, but the other three had inhaled a good deal of smoke and had more severe burns, along with other injuries. The CMO suddenly appears at your side as you’re leaving the bio bed of one of the more injured patients, startling you slightly. “Yes?” You ask him briskly as he walks beside you, clearly wanting something. “I need to borrow your stethoscope,” Leonard tells you, and you stop for a moment and look at him evenly, crooking an eyebrow. “Where’s yours?” you ask, eyeing his neckline, which is completely devoid of the device. “I lent it to a nurse and never got it back,” he explains, and you shake your head. “What?! There’s a shortage, someone misplaced a storage container with extras, so we only have about three floating around the medbay at the moment…” You scoff and start to walk again, with him following after you. “I don’t lend my equipment, doctor, you know that,” you tell him, entering the curtained off area where the second patient is lying on a bio bed. You ignore Leonard for a few moments as you interact with the patient, asking for symptoms and how they are doing. You look at Leonard pointedly as you pull your stethoscope from around your neck and use it on the patient, listening to their breath sounds and making sure there was nothing abnormal from the smoke inhalation. You finish up the exam and leave the area, sighing as you are quite aware of the fact that Leonard is still on your tail. “Come on, Y/N, give me a break here. I need it for these smoke-inhalation patients and you know as well as I do that yours is better than the regulation ones anyway,” he said, dropping his voice with the last part of the sentence, lest any of his staff hear him questioning Starfleet’s equipment. You smirk slightly at this, and then sigh, looking up at him and making your decision. “I swear to god, McCoy, if you lose my stethoscope, I will end you,” you say threateningly, reluctantly holding it out to him. “Get it?” “Got it!” he said, taking the stethoscope from you and looping it around his own neck. He is about to hurry off when you catch him by the arm and look at him with a dead stare. “End you,” you remind him, pointing at him accusingly. He laughs and hurries off to the next patient, just as you hear another nurse calling to you. She tells you that it’s time for your lunch break, and you nod. You’re not actually hungry yet, and you have no desire to leave the med bay without your ‘scope, so you follow Leonard and observe him with his patient. After he’s done with that one, he tosses your stethoscope back around his neck and heads off to check on the first patient again, as at least fifteen minutes had passed from when you had checked on them last. “Geez, are you following me?” Leonard asks as he comes around the corner to see you standing there, watching him. “Yes,” you say simply, eyeing his neck where your stethoscope hangs. “I don’t trust anyone with my equipment, McCoy, not even you. I’m making sure you don’t leave it lying around or lend it to someone else.”

“Oh come on,” he says, shaking his head as he inputs something into a PADD he’s holding. “We’re all trustworthy!” “Really? Is that why I’ve had three stethoscopes and a tricorder disappear over the last few years?” You ask, an eyebrow raised. “Well…” He looks up from his charting and frowns. “Okay, fine, maybe some of us aren’t as trustworthy… but I am!” he insists. You laugh and he looks affronted, raising a hand, palm upwards, in a gesture of indignation. “Basic training. You borrowed my ‘scope and never gave it back,” you remind him as you tidy some supplies on the table you’re standing beside, enjoying the expression of mingled frustration and indignation on his face. “That was a regulation stethoscope, not your own personal one!” Leonard exclaims, gesturing a little wildly with his free hand. “So? You still lost it,” you tell him, amused. “It’s the principle of the matter. So, forgive me, but I don’t want that to happen again.” Leonard huffs, looking both irritated and guilty, and stalks off as someone calls him. You follow, at a distance, and watch him as he prepares dressings for one of the crew member’s burns. You know that he knows you’re watching him, and it amuses you as he determinedly refuses to glance in your direction. A moment later, a security officer appears in the area, carrying a small crate. He looks around and walks over to you, as you’re the nearest officer he can see. “There’s been some kind of mix-up. This box of medical equipment ended up near one of the sciences labs instead of coming here after the last restock shipment we received.” Trying to hide your grin, you nod and thank him, then open the crate as he leaves. Sure enough, there’s about a dozen standard-issue stethoscopes right at the top, various other medical equipment beneath it. You carry the crate over to the storage area, retrieve a few stethoscopes and head back to the main desk. You stash a few of the ‘scopes under the counter where any of the staff can access them, then head back over to where Leonard is standing with his back to you, entering more information into his PADD. “Here you go, one Starfleet regulation issue stethoscope,” you say, holding it out to him and grinning as he whirls around at the sound of your voice. He sees what you’re holding and sighs, removing your ‘scope from around his neck and handing it back, taking the regulation one and muttering under his breath. “You’re welcome,” you tell him, looping it back around your neck where it hangs with a comfortable, familiar weight. “Thanks,” he says, somewhat grudgingly. “Y’know, I could take that thing away from you if I wanted to,” he says, attempting a threatening tone, as you grin at him again and turn to leave. “Oh come on, McCoy,” you say genially, reaching out and patting his upper arm. “We both know you’d never do that.” He grunts, which you understand to mean that you are correct. “I’m going to take my lunch break now. See you at supper?” you ask with a smile, your tone cheerful. “Yeah, yeah…” he grumbles and turns away, shaking his head as he gets back to work, leaving you to chuckle and head off for your break, highly amused.

#star trek aos #star trek fanfic #bones #leonard mccoy #bones mccoy #reader/bones #readerxbones #readerxleonard mccoy #stethoscope #lol #medbay #funny #enterprise #starfleet #mine #wifey inspired #reader insert

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