#D.Goofball Writes

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Christmas Memories

Day 2

Again, another day ticking down the clock ‘til Christmas!

Anyone x Reader

[~]

After a day of responsibilities, you were tired. 

The run of Christmas films on TV were the most appealing thing you had seen all day.

Even the housework that needed to be done, you decided could be done later...or...maybe tomorrow...

A couple hours, when another set of adverts appeared on the screen between films, a good time to pick out your bakery books to find the best recipes you wanted to bake this month. Some cookies, mince pies? Brownies? Christmas chocolate roll? 

After a substantial amount of time and another film later, your list had grown immensely...and now...too many options were available and you needed to spend time narrowing down your list. 

Tomorrow’s job.

Just enjoy the rest of the marathon. 

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The Wild, The Sensible, The Innocent

It was nice to have some time away from the routine of everyday life, a few days away to restore sanity. That kind of thing, you know?

You had chosen to visit a static campsite, one with a wooden hut, kitted out for self-catering. You had booked to stay there for 5 nights, and discovered that the closest town had a small problem with witches. Nothing life-threatening, just a territory thing between a few witches. Easily sorted upon your intervention a few days into your stay. It was also nice that you had browsed an antique shop and found some nifty treasures, a couple of books to add to the library at the bunker as well as a few pieces of decor that are going to look really cute in your room.

The journey back to the bunker was also nice, not much traffic to argue with and the weather was pretty decent making for an easy drive. 

However, the site of Baby caked in mud and grass and...whatever that stuff turns out to be sat in plain view of all to see when you parked your car was...shocking. Dean never liked to see his beloved vehicle this dirty.

There was also a pungent smell wafting in the breeze from the direction the Impala sat which was honestly making you feel sick!

Hurrying away from the smell with your bags, you shut the door with a bit more force than intended but as long as that smell stayed outside that is all that matters! Taking the stairs slowly, watching your feet as you went, making sure you didn’t trip - you had valuables after all - it wasn’t until the last few steps approached that you could see mud.

Dark splodges of mud in the shape of boot prints and drag marks, directing the gaze further into the bunker. With horror, you realised that there is mud over the stairs you had just walked down as well - two of your bags had been marked but that was easily dusted off. 

What nearly gave you a heart attack though...Castiel appearing in front of you...looking as though he had bathed in a mud bath out in the forest after a very heavy downpour. 

Before Castiel could ask the question he was no doubt readying to speak, before you could regain your coherent thoughts, your older brothers walk into view. One freshly bathed and the other still wearing jeans that were originally blue in colour but nor more a...dirty brown...the muddy water had obviously soaked into the material and was now drying. 

...”What the hell happened whilst I was gone?”

“Hey! You’re back! Wekcome home! Sorry about the mess-”

“It was Dean’s idea! I had nothing to do with it and-”

“What is a ‘Wet T-Shirt Contest’?”

“It wasn’t a contest, it was an edurance of-”

“This was not my-”

“So nice to be home...”

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Charlie Boy

Short and sweet for your reading pleasure.

ENJOY!

“Anyone home?” You called from the other room, knowing that Molly would be busy preparing dinner as you walked through the front door. 

Molly bustled out of the kitchen, the smell of fresh dough still clinging to her clothes and hands as she rushed to engulf you in a warm hug. “Hello, dear, how are you?” 

“I’m good, thanks Molly.” 

“Are you sure? Charlie said that you had an appointment with the Healer?” 

“I did. Just a check up for an injury I sustained earlier in the week. Everything is fine.” 

“Oh that is good. Come through, Charlie is in his room. You’re the only two here at the moment. Arthur and I will be picking the younger ones from the train station later and Bill should be arriving some time before Arthur and I are to return.”

Molly returned to the kitchen as you made your way up the stairs to the childhood bedroom of your husband. 

“Hi Charlie.” You called as you opened the door quickly. As Charlie jumped off his bed and strode towards you, he reached out a hand and closed the door behind you, “hi gorgeous. How did the appointment go?” 

“It went well. Lil’ Charlie Boy is healthy and growing splendidly.”

[duncedgoofball]

Uncharted Territory - Part 2

Part 1

This can be read alone but there is a previous part which, if you read that one first, this one will make a lot more sense.

ENJOY!

Commander Pike liked to believe he and Mr. Spock had developed a good business relationship. He also liked to believe he knew Spock well from the time the Vulcan was a cadet under the Commander's wing. He knew nothing of Vulcan relationships but he was certain that the rare touches and the constant glances and the undivided attention he saw between Mr. Spock and Y/N meant that they were in love with one another.

Pike was aware of the bullying Spock received due to the fact he is a minority and vastly different to the humans he is exposed to on a daily basis when he first came to Starfleet and he does not know what Spock's life was like when he was on his home planet, even with the small glimpses Y/N provided into their lives on Vulcan, he didn't have the full picture.

As an outsider to their relationship, it was obvious to his wise eyes the love and protection that the two Vulcans have for one another.

"Are you well, Commander?"

Pike lifted his head from the PADD he was working on, realising that he had lost himself to his thoughts and had forgotten he was in the cafeteria. Spock was stood across from him, his own PADD tucked under his arm and a tray of food - a tray packed with a variety of food - held steady in his grip.

"I am well thank you, Mr. Spock, please have a seat."

"Thank you, Commander." As Spock set the tray down on the table and gripped the PADD in his hand, Pike looked around the room to try and find the female Vulcan who had been close at Spock's side since her arrival.

Returning his gaze in front of him, the size of Spock's food tray was hard to miss. An assortment of foods was spread over every surface, creating a painting of abstract colours. "Are you hungry, Spock?" The Commander choked on his own breath as he tried to smother the chuckle about to erupt from his chest.

Spock blinked as his gaze levelled with the Commander's. "No, Commander. At the suggestion of one of Y/N's friends, she has requested a selection of food to try whilst she is here." What Pike had failed to notice beforehand was that Spock had actually carried two trays. Spock slid a second tray to the side and began to separate the food between the trays.

He had placed all of the food onto the top tray and stacked a second one underneath, therefore making it much easier for him to carry. Pike mentally smacked himself for assuming Spock wouldn't have thought of that.

"Where is Y/N?"

"She is with a group of females she has befriended." Spock tapped on his PADD, two precise taps. "Y/N has just entered the cafeteria."

Pike's eyebrows skyrocketed into his hairline, "how do you know? There is a lot of noise in here." He, of course, knowing that Spock had sensitive hearing, didn't think that the Vulcan male would be able to distinguish specific sounds over the babble of voices filling the hall.

"It does not matter how loud a place is." Spock began to explain, the facts rolling off his tongue without effort, "Vulcan instincts are heightened when mated. I can hear her my T'hy'la as if she is standing at my side."

Pike's head tilted ever so slightly to the left as his mind registered the foreign word. "What does T-la mean?"

"Did you mean to say T'hy'la, Commander?" Pike looked over Spock's shoulder to see Y/N approach the bench to sit on Spock's left. Spock slid the tray filled with the most food over in front of Y/N and she did not hesitate to begin tasting the flavours. "The closest translation into your language is spouse. I like this, what is it?"

Spock looked up from his work on his PADD to look at the food Y/N held in her palm, "that is a grape, Y/N."

"They are good, may I have some more?"

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Masterlist

Supernatural 

Dean Winchester x Reader - Baby

Lucifer x Reader - Right Place Wrong Time

Harry Potter 

Draco Malfoy x Reader - No Regrets

George Weasley x Reader -  That Wasn’t A Part Of The Plan

Remus Lupin x Reader - Under The Full Moon

Weasley Twins x Reader - Late Night Therapy

Sirius Black x Reader - New Memories

Charlie Weasley - Reader - Dragon Hearts

General Reader Inserts

Quiz Show

Happy Birthday

Breaking The Record

Mirror Of Erised

I Don’t Know What Happened

Outlast 2

Star Trek

Spock x Reader - Uncharted Territory

Doctor Who 

Doctor Who x Reader - A Date With Time

Rory Williams x Reader - Rory Williams

Celebrities

Chris Evans x Reader - Where’s Your Shirt

Leeteuk x Reader - Being A Leader

Chris Evans x Reader - Premiere Shenanigans

Chris Evans x Reader - Morning Bliss

Chris Evans x Reader - Office Hours

BBC Sherlock

Sherlock Holmes x Reader - For The Love of Science

[duncedgoofball]

Uncharted Territory

Vulcan, before now, was the only planet you had ever been on.

Now you were standing on the second planet in your life all because of an invitation you received from a Commander Pike.

As you walked off the shuttle which had transported you from Vulcan to Earth, the sights and sounds astounded your senses as you gazed at everything in wonder.

“Y/N?” 

You turned your head to the side in the direction the voice came from as they called your name, to find a male human standing a respectable distance away from you. You nodded your head once and made your way closer to him.

“It is nice to meet you, Y/N.” He began, a smile on his face, “I am Commander Pike, I am to escort to Starfleet.” 

“Greetings, Commander.” You politely replied, not one to ignore etiquette, delighted also that he was educated in Vulcan customs to not offer his hand in a human hand shake upon introduction. “I thank you for your guidance upon my first visit to your planet.”

“You’re welcome, Y/N. This way, Mr Spock is currently in class at the moment, would you like me to show you around or would you prefer I take you to where your quarters are for your stay?”

You stepped beside him as he began walking, “if it does not remove you from your scheduled tasks, I am interested in knowing more.” 

Commander Pike was pleasant company during the tour which he smartly used to navigate you to your quarters where you’ll be staying and then ending the tour at Spock’s classroom where he was finishing a lecture. 

“Does Mr Spock know you have arrived, Y/N?” Commander Pike questioned as you both stood outside the room as to not interrupt. 

“I am uncertain. Communication has been irregular due to a difference in time.” 

“I understand.” He smirked as he queried, “you must have missed him. I believe you are a mated pair, are you not?” 

Spock had provided you with a very detailed description of how human behaviour is and after spending a lot of time with his human mother, Amanda, you were glad that you understood human behaviour enough not to show a reaction. “I am aware of a human phrase that is oddly fitting in this circumstance.” 

“Which is?”

“Distance makes the heart grow fonder?” 

“That’s the phrase and I know why you find it applicable.” He chuckled in good humour. 

With your preparations of human interactions, you were glad to find that Spock’s analysis was sound enough that you can follow it, even now as you make your own memories. 

This was of course, uncharted territory for you.

As you stood with Commander Pike a little longer, students began to file out of the hall. Some not giving you a first glance, others averting their gaze when they met the stern eyes of the Commander. 

When the majority of students had left and only a few remained in the hall, Commander Pike lead you inside and once more, you scanned everything within. Adjusting quickly to the vast differences between planets and species.

From across the room, Spock turns his head in your direction from where he was speaking with a student. He quickly turns back to the student, supposedly to dismiss them, before he walks over to you and Commander Pike. 

“Y/N.”

“Spock.” 

“Thank you for showing my ...wife... around Starfleet, Commander.” Spock acknowledged of Commander Pike.

“You’re welcome. I’ll leave you two to it. It was a pleasure to meet you, Y/N.” He said before he departed.

“You as well, Commander. Thank you for your time.” The Commander smiled before he walked away.

You turned to face Spock as he stepped closer to you. Neither of you spoke for awhile, merely appreciating being in the same vicinity as the other for the first time in a long time. 

“We shall return to our quarters for the evening, my love. Meditation will help you to acclimatise to Earth better.”

“A sound analysis as always, Spock.”

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No Regrets

Draco Malfoy has no regrets about the relationship he has with you. Especially as the War has only just ended.

Your heart pounded in your ears as you watched with bated breath at the intensity of the fight between your current worst nightmare and your classmate.

Words had been shared between the two adversaries but you were overly engaged in fighting for your life to be really interested in what the two males were actually saying to one another. Only catching glimpses of them as you twisted and contorted in your grim dance. 

As you faced your newest opponent, duelling aggressive spells towards them, not allowing them a moment to attack you, waves of powerful magic reached you, overpowering you; crippling all sense of movement as it compelled you to turn to its epicentre in wonder; in horror. In hope.

Harry Potter.

Survivor.

Victor.

Returning to your body from the shock, you turned to your side and cast a spell to your opponent who didn’t even realise what had happened to him, still gravely focused on the fall of his Master. If you hadn’t have been in the battle, the sound his skull made as it connected with the floor, would have made you cringe and sick to your stomach.

Looking around the room, what was once the immaculately gorgeous Great Hall, your ears ringing, you started to tend to the injured. You prepared yourself with studying medical journals and shadowing Madame Pomfrey for this very reason. You had basic medic skills, considering who you were friends with and with the threat of war, at the time, becoming all the more real, you studied more and for longer. 

During the time it took, from the first break of sunlight to the Hall being cast in a golden hue, you had tended to a range of injuries. As small as disinfecting cuts to something as painful as wrapping broken ribs. 

Hermione and Ginny had made their way over to you both to seek medical treatment and to make sure you were alright. The younger ginger had hugged you tightly, when you had wrapped her wrist securely in bandage, burying her head into your neck for comfort and to bawl her sorrows out; Hermione huddled close to the pair of you, offering her support with a gentle hand rubbing Ginny’s back. 

The three of you stood there for a while. Basking in the peace and emotional comfort of each other. Long enough for Ginny to wipe her eyes and gather her wits once more, before taking a deep breath and headed over to her family. 

Hermione stayed with you, her arm hooked through yours, supporting each other as you observed the room. “Hey, ‘Mione?” You whispered, your strength was slowly depleting and the strain had made it difficult to talk at a normal level.

“Hmm?” She too was experiencing the drain of energy. Unable to really formulate a sentence without effort. 

Both of you standing with your weight balanced against the other.

“Are you and Ron together now?”

She snorted, emotions were taught and laughter was a foreign concept at the moment but a small twitch of her lips gave way to the beginnings of a smile, “yeah, I think so.”

“That’s good.”

“Yeah.”

“I told you so.” 

“Oh, Y/N.” Hermione drawled, a small smile now on her lips. “What about you and Draco?”

Your response was a small shrug, worry tightening its chains around your heart as you admitted, “I haven’t seen him since before all...this.”

“If it helps, I think I can see him across the room.” Your eyes darted over everyone in the Hall which was thoroughly packed with people. Quickly, your eyes landed on a strikingly blonde head of hair in the direction Hermione had gestured to.

From this distance you observed, scanning his body, as much of it as you could from where you were, for any obvious injuries and wounds. With a deep breath that exhaled as a heavy sigh, you couldn’t see anything.

“Go to him.” Was the quiet prompt you received in your ear. A quick glance back to Hermione, ensuring she would be okay, she pushed you on.

Your feet wouldn’t run as your steps were already heavy from exhaustion. 

No one stopped you as you passed them, nor did you want them to.

Your tired brain could only focus on its task, getting to Draco. Cheering your limbs to keep moving. You were nearly there.

Narcissa met your gaze, a fleeting smile gracing her lips as she watched you approach before putting her hand on her son’s shoulder and encouraging him to look up.

His eyes lit up in a blaze of renowned emotion and his body rocketed up from where he was sat, rushing to wrap you up in a tight embrace.

Your arms wrapped themselves around his neck, holding him in place. His own had secured  themselves around your waist and along your back.

You were embracing each other so tightly, so securely that for a moment, no one could tell what was Draco and what was you. 

With a hiccup, Draco lifted his head, gently resting his forehead against yours, your noses brushing and eyes locked together. A lone tear fell down your cheek as Draco took a deep breath to steady himself, “I love you.”

A smile bloomed on your face, “as I love you. No regrets, Draco. None.” Declared with finality from your soul, sealed with a kiss.

A promise for the both of you that no matter what happened in the past, what had only just stopped happening, and what will happen, will be done because neither one of you would carry regrets into your future together. 

It was not an immediate fix. No one overcomes the turmoil of a War overnight. 

It was a promise between the two of you, only. 

One that would help you both to heal. To move on. To grow and to mature. 

To live.

To be happy.

“No regrets.”

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Under the Full Moon

“Remus?” 

“Yeah?”

“What happened?” 

“I don’t know but it looks like we’re gonna be stuck here for a while.”

“In the Shrieking Shack? If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.” 

The pair of you sat in silence for awhile, cast in the last rays of the sun as it set. You weren’t supposed to be in the same room as Remus as his transformation begins but the door had been sealed shut and the window lead to a long fall you didn’t want to partake in. Especially if it meant more than a broken ankle when you hit the ground. 

The plan, originally, was to be on the lower levels of the shack in your animagus form long before Remus changed. 

Yet, here you are, stuck in the same room as him with Sirius, James and Peter on the other side of the door. 

“Are we supposed to confess our love now or something because that’s the impression I’m getting from being locked in here with you. Not that I’m complaining about being with you, Remus, but their timing could have been better.”

Another bout of silence occurred and it made you uncomfortable because he hadn’t made a peep. 

You turned in what you was certain is his direction, uncertain as the room was cast into darkness. You couldn’t immediately place his outline so softly called his name. 

A whimper of pain was your reply and it led you straight to him. 

You carefully made your way over to him, kneeling on the floor once you felt you were close enough to crawl the remaining distance into his arms as he sat on the floor, curling in on himself to cope with the spasms of pain. 

You wrapped his arms around your waist and snuggled into his torso once he relaxed from the most recent spasm he suffered, allowing him to grip you and not himself. He was only wrapped in a thick blanket so it was easy for him to rip into his skin whereas he had to go through the three layers you were wearing before he even came close to your skin. 

“Can I confess my love to you now?” Remus whispered in your ear. Squeezing you tighter in his arms, feeling braver than usual to be able to have this conversation with you.

“Only if you accept mine.” You whispered in return, afraid to speak any louder and break the sweet atmosphere surrounding you. He whimpered and smothered the scream that erupted from his lungs into your shoulder and gripped you tighter as the pain worsened and you knew that his transformation would be soon upon him. “You’ll be okay, handsome.” You soothed, running your hands through his hair and down his back. “I’ll be right here with you.”

You held onto him for a while longer until his grip loosened and he slumped against the wall as the rest of his energy drained and the full moon took a hold of him. 

This would be the first time you watched him change and it was three parts fascinating, seven parts traumatising. 

“I love you, Remus.” You said as you backed out of his reach and changed into your animagus form. 

Once he stabilised as the wolf, he was just perched on his hind legs, sniffing around before inching closer to you. Still sniffing. 

He was still sniffing even as he shoved his nose into your side. You assumed he was trying to get as much of your scent as he could but you didn’t feel threatened so you stayed where you were and let him do his thing. Even if his breath was tickling you. 

You don’t know how long you were like that for before you felt a tingling sensation and realised that Werewolf Remus had wormed his way around you, curling his much larger form around yours and you realised that he was purring.

This was unusual but since you had never been close to him as a Werewolf without the presence of your male friends and since you had established feelings for one another, you could work with this. 

It’s going to make the coming full moons more interesting now that you realised that Werewolf Remus wants to keep you close.

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Dragon Hearts

Charlie brings you home to the Burrow for Christmas.

Warnings: it’s a long one. Eenie, teenie, tiny mention of smut. Lots of love thrown around.

ENJOY!

It was your time to stand guard in the watch tower which conveniently overlooks the entire dragon sanctuary: from the campus with the cafeteria and housing for those staying in the sanctuary; every enclosure for the dragons, occupied and not; to the forest where certain dragons were allowed to roam. Under supervision, of course. 

Several days had gone by since the last incident which required the watch tower to signal everyone to red alert. A Peruvian Vipertooth had gotten free from its enclosure the first day it arrived in Romania and everyone had to go onto red alert. Even though she was a sweet-tempered lady, any of the other dragons could have sent her into a rampage causing injury to those who were unfortunate to be harmed by her venom. 

As one of her handlers, you and the rest of your team managed to coax her back into her enclosure with ease, with a little help from her favourite snack and she’s been content ever since. None of the other dragons had gotten excited neither so that was a plus. 

You were a little sad that you would be leaving for a time to enjoy Christmas back in Britain. Though a smile lit your face as you caught sight of your boyfriend, Charlie Weasley, talking to a group of interns; leading them around the enclosures. 

He had arranged, quite awhile ago, for the two of you to go back to his home, The Burrow, for Christmas. The both of you had received a joint letter from his mum expressing her joy that her son was coming home for Christmas and that she looked forward to meeting you. 

“Hey, Y/N.” You turned around to look at your colleague as they walked over to the magically encrypted schedule planner on the wall of the tower, “you can sign off here, but the c.m.o. wants to see you before you leave.”

“Hey, no problem, thanks. Will I see you when I get back from England or?” You politely asked as you wrote on the planner the time you signed off, who replaced you on shift and ticked no to say that no incidents happened under your watch. 

“Probably not. Have a nice time with the in-laws, Y/N!”

“Will do! See you later, Kit!” 

“Hey, babe.” You heard Charlie say from behind you as he walked into your shared bedroom where you were just packing last minute items. “Do we have everything?” 

He walked up to you and lazily slid his arm around your waist; kissing your lips when you turned your face to him. “We’re ready to go, love.” 

“Brilliant.” He slung one of the bags over his shoulder and held the other in one hand whilst holding you close in his other. “Trust me?” He whispered, as he looked at you, worry clouding his eyes. 

No question, “always, Charlie.” Punctuating the statement by kissing his lips with force, conveying your feelings through the contact. 

You smiled at each other as you pulled away and then you were taken into a side-along as Charlie escorted you to The Burrow.

Not too long later, the humble, teetering levels of Charlie’s childhood home appeared in front of you. As you took in the quirky look of the outside of the house, a smile blossomed on your face. “Oh, Charlie,” you whispered in awe. “I love it.”  

“That’s good,” he laughed,” because I wouldn’t have been able to continue this relationship otherwise.”

“Yeah? You weren’t worth it anyway.” You quipped back before heading towards the front door, laughing as you went. 

Charlie caught up with you as the front door opened and an older gentleman appeared in the doorway. He shared many features with Charlie like the dusting of freckles and the startling red hair. “Hi Dad, Merry Christmas.” Charlie greeted. 

“Come on in, your mother is in the kitchen. Is this, Y/N?” 

“Dad, this is Y/N.” Charlie introduced, “my favourite person in the world, my li-”

You put your hand over Charlie’s mouth to stop his rant before holding your other hand out to Mr Weasley. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr Weasley. Thank you for allowing me into your home.” 

Mr Weasley smiled at the pair of you, returning you hand shake, “it’s nice to meet you too, and please call me Arthur.” 

“Let them in already, Arthur!” A voice shouted from further inside the house. 

Arthur chuckled before ushering you both in, “I’ll take your bags upstairs to your room, you’ll be sharing with Percy, if that’s okay?”

“Yeah that’s fine. Come on, Y/N, I’ll introduce you to Mum.” Charlie took your hand after passing your bags over to his Dad. 

We found his Mum, as Arthur said, in the kitchen. She too shared the same features as Charlie and it was easy to see where he got his polite, charming personality. “Hi! You must be, Y/N? Aren’t you gorgeous! Look at you!” She cooed, effectively making you blush a brilliant shade of red before hugging the ever-loving stuffing out of you.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Mrs. Weasley.” You said as she released you from her hold, still blushing. 

“Please call me Molly, dear.” She took Charlie into her arms in the same manner she had you. “Charlie, my boy, look at you!” She pulled back to look at him because she hadn’t seen him in so long, but quickly pulled him back into a hug.

“Hi Mum.” He chuckled, hugging his Mum with just as much force. “Where is everyone?”

“They’re all in the back garden. Go out and join them if you’d like, I will call when the table has been set.” 

Without complaint, Charlie laced your fingers together in a secure grip and led you through the house to the back door then outside where his siblings had started a quidditch game.

Those were some fond memories you love to look back on regularly and you still wear your first ever Weasley jumper even though Molly made you many others. You never wore any of your Weasley jumpers when working with the dragons because you didn’t want them to be damaged because you loved them so much. 

Even though you had your own, Charlie never complained when you borrowed his. Especially when that was all you wore with the exception of course to the ornate ring proudly worn on your finger of your left hand.

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Being A Leader

I was blessed by the presence of this little plot bunny so I thought, why not?

You’re in America managing your new restaurant which has only been open a few months and you’re hosting the biggest group your business has seen so far which isn’t without its difficulties.

“Y/N?” You turned around to face the door of your office to face the restaurant manager. “The group of 9 is here but they’ve got unwanted attention.”

You nodded and left your office. The walk was quick from the back offices onto the main floor but what you were not expecting was the scale of madness that had overtaken your peaceful business. 

Hordes of fans are swarming the main entrance and their rowdiness overwhelmed the staff and the members who had managed to get inside the building were hovering in worry for the others that were not so lucky. 

What was also making the situation escalate was the fact that the group spoke broken English and the majority of your staff didn’t speak Korean. 

The shouting and screaming was deafening but as you watched the chaos unfold, you shook yourself of the intimidation and frustration; straightened your shoulders and lifted your chin. 

You tapped four members of your staff on the shoulder and gave them simple instructions, “secure the rest of the building. No one gets in unless they are on shift or have a reservation.” 

“Yes, ma’am!” Was the resounding vote and they rushed to follow the instructions. 

You thanked your lucky charms that you could speak Korean and directed the members further into the building with the security of a staff member who could also speak Korean. 

With a deep breath, you charged into the fray, “QUIET!” Your shout worked brilliantly as everyone was shocked into silence because it was so unexpected. 

As the fans were standing still, the members who were outside, were quickly ushered inside and you stood as a sentinel at the main doors. When the fans had realised what had happened, a few of them became rowdy once more. 

They actually had the audacity to try and shove past you but you held strong and prevented their access. “Will you become the mature adults that you should be for once?” 

Your question was met with a couple of outspoken fans right in the front but their speech had overlapped one another into a indistinct screech. 

“You are all adults. Stop behaving like immature children who have been spoilt and have just been told they can’t have that prised pony for their birthday. If you do not leave the premises within the next 10 minutes, I will call the police because you are disturbing the peace.” 

You were glad to note that some of the group left with shamed faces; shoulders slumped. Though now, you were facing off with the more stubborn of the congregation. One in particular was throwing insults towards you but you would not budge, no matter how creative she got with her words. She didn’t have anyone to back her up with what she was saying but that didn’t deter her. 

“Look.” You began, interrupting her rant, “you are being dis-respective and incredibly rude. If you had not ambushed them, they may have been more lenient towards your presence and allowed pictures to be taken.” 

As she opened her mouth the potentially throw more abuse, you spoke over her in a clear, calm voice. “How dare you call yourself a fan when all you can do is bully them into doing what you want them to do. You do not own them. They do not answer to you. They have come to America and this is how you welcome them? People like you have now ruined their perception of  American ELFs and because of this treatment, they may never return.” 

“And you, in front of these witnesses, will be the reason Super Junior will never arrange another concert in America again.” 

She huffed, “all I wanted was one, stupid picture. I wasn’t doing anything wrong.” 

“Were you not?” You rhetorically asked, “I will be showing the CCTV footage to the police and I would not be surprised if they take you to jail for a time because you were sexually harassing each gentleman once they got within your reach. 

I am a fan of Super Junior as much as the next person but it’s fans like you who disgust me and I hope that my actions and those of the fans who didn’t realise how escalated the situation had gotten, the fans that were being respectful of their space have not ruined their image of us as a whole.

When they leave the establishment I will be ensuring that their journey will be safe for them and that they get to attend their own concert on time without having to contend with this indecent behaviour. I will be calling the police once I return inside the restaurant if anyone is caught loitering around. Please leave the premises with what is left of your dignity and your bruised ego so that I may proceed with damage control. Thank you.” 

The woman screeched in rage before spinning on her heal and rushing away. By the time your speech had ended, a few more had left so you were able to count only five remaining. 

One man approached with a small smile on his face and reached out to shake you hand, “thank you, and could you let them know that we apologise sincerely for what has happened?”  

You shook his hand and with your own smile agreed firmly, “of course I can.” You released his hand and addressed them all, “I apologise also if anything I said had caused offence to yourselves because that was not my intention. From what I saw, not all you were crowding them.” 

“We tried not to but there were a few who were pushing us forwards. I’m sure I have a bruise all over my back.” One of the women stated, reassuring you that they were not going to cause any trouble. 

Startled, you examined them all and noticed the other young lad in the crowd had a cut on his cheek. “Why don’t you all come inside and I’ll have the onsite medics treat your injuries because that cut looks nasty.” 

“We couldn’t possibly intrude,” the man with the cut face refused, touching the cut and wincing. 

“You won’t. I promise. Let me have my team look after you,” you enthused as you lead the group over to one of your security guards and the restaurant manager, instructing the pair to have the medic examine them, “and as a way to show my thanks for being decent human beings, I’ll have a full course meal arranged for you all, on the house.” 

“We can’t-” 

“Please? Just one request in return is all I ask for payment, don’t let one person tarnish the rest of the fandom, please.” 

“We won’t.” They promised. With a smile, you watched as the manager led them away to a table to seat them all and you watched as they were being cared for. 

Deciding that they didn’t need your watchful eye anymore, you turned and round and came face to face with one of the gentlemen from the entourage. “Thank you. I’m their translator and I heard every word and they may have asked me to translate what you were saying to them.” 

A blush coloured your cheeks, “thanks for that. I’m just sorry they had to experience it.” 

He rocked back on his feet a couple of times as you watched him debate with himself, “they er, actually, had, er, a request.” 

“Yes?” 

“They want to meet you to say thank you themselves.” 

“Oh.” That was not something you were expecting. In all honesty, you weren’t sure how to move on from this because this was the first time it had ever happened to you. “Yeah. Okay.” 

He led you over to where they were all stood in a huddle, talking quietly with one another. 

When you approached with the translator, a couple of them noticed and gained the attention of the others.

With precise movements, as if it had all be practised beforehand, they moved into a line and bowed. 

Leeteuk, who you already knew as the group’s leader, approached once he stood up straight and held his hand out to you to shake. “Thank you for helping us.” 

As the translator went to speak, you spoke up, “You are welcome. I am sorry you had to experience this.” 

“Your Korean is very good!” One of the members called.

“Thank you.” You smiled. “Would you like to sit?” 

Leeteuk had yet to release your hand but you were not complaining in the least, he was after all, your bias. You weren’t sure exactly when he gained that status in your life but you theorised that it might have been because you were both shoved into the life of a leader without having any kind of training. “Will you join us?” 

“Wouldn’t I be in the way? This should be a calm place for you to enjoy the peace and quiet, not have a meal with a stranger.” 

And you were sold. 

They had all given you the look that said that they were not above begging if they had to, to get you to join them. Though your heart fluttered when you felt Leeteuk squeeze your hand gently which he still held in a firm grip; ensuring that he didn’t give you the impression that he would let go.

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A Date With Time

The stars are beautiful.

No matter where you go, they were always there. Glowing beautifully. Each and every time your feet stood on different lands.

You were never able to see the real stars from your own planet as they were always synthetic and never the real thing due to something in the planet’s atmosphere. 

Unable to see the stars from your own planet, you gained a fascination with them growing up and once you were presented with the opportunity to see them, you took it. 

The company is a bonus. 

The madman and his Blue Box.

Currently, the planet The Doctor had taken you to had a wonderful array of stars and there was no wonder that its name in your language is Little Planet of Bright Light. There was no synthetic light anywhere on the planet because the stars were so close that they lit the world well enough on their own. 

“What do you think, Y/N?” The Doctor said as he walked up behind you to stand at your side. 

“I love it here.” You smiled at him quickly, “thank you for bringing me.” 

“You’re welcome.” He smiled in return, “would you like to stay awhile? No danger, no running.” 

“Are you sure you’ll be able to not attract any danger? Not rush into a situation to be a hero?”

“I’ll try not to. After all, I did pick a place just for you to enjoy with me.”

“Like a...what’s the right word? Like a...date?”

“Yes.” He scuffed the toe of his shoe on the ground, “if you’ll have me?”

“A date with the stars and the man of time.” Your smile grew larger on your face, “how could I refuse?”

[duncedgoofball]

That Wasn’t A Part Of The Plan

George was acting incredibly weird.

The first time you noticed was when he was on his own, which is not unusual but he was awfully skittish. You brushed it off because it was standard procedure when he and Fred split up to execute a prank. They were both so used to watching the other’s back that it was unnerving for them to cover their own. 

The second time, you weren’t witness to it but Hermione mentioned it to you as a conversation starter when you were walking with her to the Hall for dinner. He had, apparently, argued madly with Fred for a moment before Fred calmed him down and they carried on as if nothing had happened. 

The third time? He had pulled you aside during your free hour, evidently skipping Potions at the same time, and whispered, “I know.” As if you had a large conspiracy up your sleeve you were waiting to leash on Hogwarts and that he wanted a part of.

“I don’t understand what you’re specifically referencing to, George.” 

“I know about your fury little problem.” 

You nodded, “oh that.” Your tilted to the side slightly, “what about it? You make it sound as though it’s a really secret problem I have to deal with.” 

You examined his face closely, noting the confusion carving its mark into his handsome features. “What? What did you actually think my fury little problem actually was?” 

“I thought it was because you were a werewolf.” He confessed. Still confused as to why you weren’t freaking out that he knew your secret.

You laughed, “oh Georgie. I think you and Fred need to evaluate your eavesdropping skills.” You let him stew in his frustration a little longer before explaining, “What I was actually discussing with Professor McGonagall was that Saxon, my Barn Owl, was having a little problem with his feathers.” 

“Oh.” Was the only sound he could make at this revelation. “Well that throws the entire plan out of the window.” 

“You had a plan?” You queried before it clicked, “oh you had a plan because you thought I had lycanthropy?” 

“Yeah. I was going to let you know that I knew and then the others would find you and let you know that they knew too and it was such an elaborate plan and look where that got us.” 

“I’ll give you points for effort, if it’ll make you feel better?” 

“I know something else that will make me feel better.”

“What would that be?” 

He lifted his left hand to caress your cheeks as his other hand wrapped itself around your waist and pulled you tighter into his embrace. Your arms journeyed up his body as he leaned closer until you hands reached their destination around his neck and his lips sealed themselves against yours.

The pair of you danced the age old dance of lovers for a while before he pulled away to allow breath back into your bodies. 

“That wasn’t a part of the plan, by the way, I’ve been wanting to do that for awhile now.” 

“Would you plan on doing that again?” 

He kissed you again, just a quick peck, “I didn’t plan that.”

“Will you keep kissing me whenever you want to?”

“Only if you do the same.”

“Deal.”

“Oi! That wasn’t a part of the plan!”

“Ssh Fred! They’ll hear us!”

You smiled at George as you gently, slowly brought his head closer and you rose onto your toes to kiss him because it wasn’t a part of the plan and because you didn’t need to have a plan to kiss him.

He wants you to kiss him and to be able to kiss you whenever you wanted to. 

There didn’t need to be a well thought out plan for this.

Love was never planned.

[duncedgoofball]

Where’s Your Shirt?

Standing back from the washing line, you made sure that everything that had been washed was hung up. Double checking the wash basket was empty, you went back inside. A double check of the washing machine confirmed that that too, was empty. 

Walking back through the house, you glanced at the wall clock and realised that your boyfriend and your two dogs should be returning from their walk soon. 

Using the remote control to your radio, you skipped to the next song and danced your way into the kitchen where you proceeded to fill both of the dog’s water bowls - you needed two because your Great Dane takes one for himself and you wanted to make sure Dodger could have some water without constantly have to worry about the bowls running dry - and started to make Chris his favourite snack that he favours eating after exercise. Especially when he gets back from walking the dogs, because sometimes he likes to jog or run with them. 

He likes walking the pair of them together on his own when he’s with you at your home because his house isn’t in the country and he has to contend with crowds or cars on the busy roads. At yours? There’s a lot more space so he can walk for longer or run with them off their leads. Also, when you’re with him at his, you always have to walk the dogs with him because walking a dog as small as Dodger and one as big as your Great Dane is difficult in crowded areas when on your own, considering Dodger has a tendency to weave in between his pack mate’s legs.

The telltale signs of your boys returning began with the two dogs running into the kitchen and straight to the water, although, Dodger came to you first because he could smell food but didn’t think much of it as he headed to his water.

Chris made a lot of noise as he went about putting away their leads and emptying his pockets before he too joined you in the kitchen. 

Both your libido and your heart rate increased as you turned to face your love, “where’s your shirt, Chris?” You felt no shame as your eyes travelled along his form, “not that I’m complaining.” 

He laughed and you shivered as his abs clenched. “It got dirty so I took it off. The boys are also going to need a bath.” 

“What happened?” You questioned, Dodger was no longer his golden colour as he was mostly covered by mud and Bambi looked like he brought a swamp home with him.

“They wanted to go swimming.” He chuckled, “in a puddle we came across in the field.” 

By the way, I chose the name Bambi for a Great Dane because they are a large breed of dog, which can be jokingly called a donkey or a horse plus there is the running theme of Disney. I would also seriously name my own Great Dane Bambi if I ever got one.

[duncedgoofball]

Baby

Dean has a dream.

Dean wasn’t sure where he was. It looked like a Motel he was stood in front of but it’s not one he’s familiar with.

He was here for a reason. He knew that much.

Something had lead him here.

“Dean...”

He turned his head in the direction he thought he head his name being called.

Nothing was there.

He ventured a little further and discovered his Impala was parked up in front of him.

No Sam.

The passenger side door of Dean’s Baby popped open and Dean’s breath left his body in a whoosh. 

“Hey handsome.” Dean heard you say as you stepped in front of the car and lent against the front.

You weren’t wearing any clothing.

Nothing.

Dean thought he felt some drool rolling down the corner of his lips and his heart and blood picked up pace. 

Damn, you’re beautiful.

You both are.

A loud noise startled Dean awake, he hadn’t realised he had fallen asleep behind the wheel of the Impala, a quick look around and he saw you approaching the car from the take-out place you had been to order some food for the three of you. 

Dean was looking forward to going to sleep when they got the Motel, he really wanted to finish what had started.

[duncedgoofball]

Premiere Shenanigans

Chris invites you to the Premiere for the new film release he’s a character in and you’re incredibly nervous because of all the invites he’s given you during your relationship, this is the first one you were able to accept.

Please don’t tell me that this is short, or not very well written because I am aware. But you know what? I hope you enjoy! 

The evening had started on a peculiar note, you surmised. 

It began when you had began getting ready for the night out at the Premiere. You had spent 10 minutes trying to decide your outfit but when you were still unsure about your decision, you took a shower. 

In which Chris joined you and both of you felt fulfilled afterwards. Even though you had to turn the water colder in order to finish what you had originally set out to accomplish. 

Then came the trouble of trying to get dressed in the same room as Chris who, after the shower session, was not at all sated. Not that you minded, just that you wanted to be able to get ready in plenty of time without having to rush. This was, after all, an important event that you were attending. 

After wasting more time, in Chris’ words not yours, you had managed to work around his wandering hands and get yourself dressed as well as remind him to dress himself. All whilst staying on time to be stood at the front door slipping on your shoes as your car drove up to the house, a freshly polished vehicle that meant you and Chris didn’t have to bother with driving yourselves. 

Even the ride was fun because the driver was incredibly friendly; Chris and he kept bouncing jokes off one another plus he had the radio on a low volume so there was never any silence. 

Once the destination was within a mile, as advised by the driver, he turned the radio off and that’s when the nerves really started to kick in for you. This was the first Premiere you were attending with Chris and it was your first ever time attending a Premiere in general. So to say that you were nervous is an understatement because the butterflies in your stomach had gone way beyond nervous. 

Chris took your hand in his, threading your fingers together and holding on tight; offering you his strength. “You’ll be okay, doll.” He whispered in your ear with conviction, squeezing your hand with emphasis. 

“We’re here.” Your driver said loud enough for the pair of you to hear. As the car rolled to a stop, the sight of the red carpet and the press and the fans and other celebrities you could see, took your breath away. 

“Thanks.” Chris said as he patted your driver on the shoulder as he opened his door and walked around to your side of the vehicle to offer you his hand to help you out. Before the door was shut behind you, you ducked down a little to look back into the car saying your own thank you before allowing Chris to lead you down the carpet. 

His publicist walked with you both, directing you to take pictures as a pair and then directing Chris over to do some interviews and alternating regularly. 

At the current interview, you were standing a little ways from him next to an event guide who you were having a conversation with as you politely waited for Chris to finish. 

“I don’t understand.” The guide commented.

“It’s a riddle, you’re not supposed to understand right away.” You answered with a chuckle. You don’t know how your conversation had gotten to riddles but it was a fun way to pass the time anyway. “The answer, by the way, is ‘smiles’.” 

“I still don’t understand it.” He laughed, shaking his head a little. 

“Because there’s a mile between each ‘s’. SWEET BABY POTATOES!” You exclaimed after being suddenly jabbed in your sides; spinning on your heels quickly to find a laughing Scarlet behind you. Once you realised it was her, you started laughing with your hand on your chest over your heart as you felt it start to slow down. Not realising that you were unconsciously mimicking Chris.

You would also later discover that it had all been caught on camera and became one of the greatest things to happen on a red carpet.

Through a bout of laughter, you managed a few words, “I hate you sometimes.”

“I know.” Scarlet replied with her own chuckles; reaching out to hug you. “Do you forgive me?” 

“Course I do.” You reassured. “Though I will find a way to get you back for this.” 

“You better watch yourself now, Scarlet.” Chris voiced as he walked up behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist; kissing your temple. “She’ll strike at any time.” 

“Sounds like you’ve got experience.” Scarlet commented before walking further along the carpet.

“You’ve just made me sound like I’m a horrible person.” You swatted Chris gently on his chest. 

“No I didn’t.” He chuckled. “You know that the next time you see her, you’ll take your chance to get her back.” 

“Yeah but you didn’t need to actually tell her that.” A smile ghosted your lips as he took you on his arm, and the pair of you started back up the carpet. “You’ve ruined the illusion.” 

“Yeah, but have you noticed something?” Chris asked, seemingly randomly. 

“What?” 

“You haven’t cared what anyone thinks of you whilst you’ve been here with me. You’ve shaken your nerves from earlier. You’ve done so well.” He commented, squeezing your waist gently. “I’ll have to thank Johansson later.”

Eyes wide, you looked up at him from your place in his arms. “Excuse me? You had that planned?” 

“Not exactly but it worked like I wanted it to.” He smirked.

“I think you better watch your own back, Evans.” You replied and started to lift yourself onto your toes, closer to his face.

“Come over here and make me, then.” He smirked as he closed the gap between your lips, not touching. 

“I’ll have Dodger pee on you in your sleep, love.” 

“I’m sure you will, darling.” Was the last thing whispered before you closed the gap completely and kissed him. Enthusing your love of him and every promise you could have made and will make to him in that one moment. Where even though anyone could see you, it was only you and him and all the love between you shining brightly.

You pulled away slowly, “I’m definitely glad I took some time off work to be here with you.” 

[duncedgoofball]

Right Place. Wrong Time.

There’s a confrontation that you’re an unfortunate witness to and you just want out but the only way to leave is to call upon your only helpline who isn’t the most popular person around.

Please enjoy!

You didn’t know how the situation had escalated this much. 

The Winchester brothers had come barrelling into your workplace and shooting a few of your colleagues and making the remaining staff members flee the premises in fright. 

You knew that you worked with demons and other creatures but you also knew that you were protected from them because they couldn’t harm you without fear of being killed for even looking at you the wrong way. They were also a line of defence when your safety was put at risk. You knew exactly where you worked and who you worked with and had for a long time so of course you felt a little remorse when you realised that Hunters had come to kill off the creatures you had grown accustomed to in your life. 

This particular day, you had been unfortunate enough to be trapped in the crossfire under the safety, albeit unstable, lump of wall, a couple of desks and what looked like part of a wooden door. You could still hear what was happening and it seemed like to fighting had stopped but you couldn’t move any section of your shelter on your own to check. It was dark as well so you had no visibility except tiny slithers of light that didn’t help at all.

“I’m scared. Lucifer, please come get me. I need you.” You whispered under your breath in a mantra as you curled into a ball, hiding your face in your arms.

“There’s no one here, Cas. Let’s go!” You faintly heard but couldn’t decipher who’s voice it was and you were certain that no one was in the same room as you so you couldn’t call out. You just kept hoping that he’d hear you. 

“THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE!” You startled at the shout. Now definitely sure that they were in the same room as you were if not, in the room over. 

“Because I was called.” 

You could cry in relief as you recognised his voice so close to you. He had heard, after all. 

“No you weren’t.” One of the brothers’ denied.

“Yes I was but not by you and Castiel, I am incredibly disappointed in you that you didn’t recognise where you are and stopped this.” Lucifer chided the other Angel. 

Castiel shook his head, “she wasn’t meant to be at work today, Lucifer. I had already checked.”

Dean and Sam shared a confused glance with one another, Dean adjusting his grip on his gun and keeping Lucifer in his vision. “What the hell is going on?” He snapped. 

Lucifer scoffed, “I’m sorry? When did you last check? Two weeks ago? Three days? Yesterday? You didn’t ask her if she was called in today to cover for someone?” He bristled and squared his shoulders at Castiel’s lack of care towards you. 

The younger angel knew that he had messed up as he hung his head and shrunk back a little from his older brother. “I’m sorry.” He whispered as he realised how severe the situation had just gotten. 

“Cas?” Sam questioned, “what’s going on?” 

“I made a mistake.” Was Castiel’s only response as he was too scared of the repercussions Lucifer was justified to inflict upon him because of the danger he put you in today. 

“I am not standing around listening to you babies waste any more of my time because I have a more important job to take care of.” Lucifer growled before spinning on his heel and heading towards where he was sure he could sense you. Heading away from the Winchesters and his useless brother even though they followed after him. 

“Come on, baby.” Lucifer whispered as he walked into a room, “where are you?” The Winchesters were shocked to find him so focused, scanning every area diligently. It was unusual for them to see him like this. 

You could definitely hear something but you couldn’t hear any voices so you didn’t know what was going on but you had to hope that someone would hear the tapping sounds you made in a feeble attempt to have someone find you. 

All of a sudden, you were blinded by light as debris was pulled away to create an opening for you and you lifted your head in that direction to see what was going on and you smiled a little as you saw Castiel crouched down looking in at you. 

He turned his head away but didn’t move his body as he called for his brother, “I’ve found her.” 

In no time he was shoved aside as the man you wanted to see and needed appeared with a gentle smile on his face as he saw you for himself. 

“Hi.” You whispered.

“Hi. Do you need help?” He smirked before a frown marred his lips, “are you hurt? Can you move?” 

You tried to roll onto your hands and knees but there wasn’t enough space and you couldn’t shuffle your way out because you were laying on your side unable to find a surface to push off from. “Lucifer, I can’t move. Help.” 

“Okay, baby. Just a second, hold on.” Lucifer said before standing up, “Castiel, help me with this.” You heard shuffling before something happened and the debris was cleared away from you, so you were able to sit up and look around the room before your vision was blocked by the gorgeous wings you couldn’t get enough of because they belonged to your soulmate. 

The man who had wrapped you in his arms, in a secure embrace, the moment he was able. The celestial being that had given himself entirely over to you. His hands running themselves all over you to, emitting his Grace, as he checked you for injuries. Once he was happy that you were just dirty, hungry and scared and that you sustained no damage, he placed his lips to your temple before burying his nose into your neck.

Struggling with the last of your strength, you managed to run your hand through his hair before wrapping your arms around his neck for him to be able to pick you up. “Can you take me home please, love?” You managed to ask of him as you rested your head against his shoulder. 

He scowled once more to the men and Angel in front of him as his wings fluttered and he took you home to lay you down in your bed, grab you something to eat and to cuddle up to you as you slept.

Neither of you cared that you had left Castiel, Sam and Dean behind in the mess, but when Castiel turned up in your front room the next day, you thanked him for helping you in the end but that he needed to help you with whatever you wanted for a week because he had a small part to play in the destruction you were an unwilling witness of. 

Lucifer just stood behind you the entire time you were chewing his younger brother out, enjoying the show and reminding himself of all the reasons why you were fated to him as his soulmate and loving every moment of it.