#Reader: “honey those are Charlie’s bath toys”

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Undoubtably you cannot have sexy times with Lucifer in a bubble bath because he will wanna bring the bath toys and he will wanna play mermaids and it just gets way too distracting.

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The marriage pact - Pinky promise

Henry Cavill x OC Alice - multi-chapter

< Part 16 | Part 17 Pinky promise | Part 18 >

Disclaimer: a tiny bit naughty *shrugs*

Author’s note: Merry Sunday! 

Word count: 1.820

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Dear readers,

Guess who’s back? Once again? Chocolate cake’s back. Tell a friend.

Alright. Let’s stop it right there and come to the unfortunate conclusion that mixing rap lyrics and word quirks is not really my thing. What is my thing however, is writing a daily blog about my life. So here goes; I am terribly excited, dear readers. The winter seems to look a little less bleak as today I will not only pick up my chocolate cake, but I also may or may not have found a potential new home.

Close to my parents home, walking distance from the beach, a tiny balcony for my herbs and just enough space for a kitchen table for four. I kid you not; it is perfect! But, let us not get ahead of ourselves and sell the skin, before the bear has been caught. If it is meant to be, it will be. Same goes for chocolate cake.

Oh..yes..chocolate cake, I hope you are ready for me, dear cake, because I just read your label and it said: “eat me” *winks awkwardly*

Alright, now we must come to the even more unfortunate conclusion that I cannot even write a proper blog post anymore, so let us just wrap this up.

I bid you all a wonderful day,

Your ever excited,

Ali

Two long weeks. Two very long weeks of video chatting, phone calls and cute little text messages. All, despite our best efforts, mere futile attempts to fill the real void that is left behind when you are apart.

Standing on the muted grey tiles of the airport, I had nearly zoned out when finally people started to walk out into the arrivals hall. The large empty space echoed with the sound of tiny suitcase wheels reeling in and people greeting their loved ones with excited squeals, my eyes carefully looking before finally noticing a familiar face. Or snout actually. Kal.

‘KAL!’ I exclaimed, immediately getting noticed by the large “service” dog at work, his poor owner needing to put all his weight in his heels to not to be dragged off and haul over a bunch of grannies. With wide smiles I met that all familiar, though this time unshaven, face of one very happy Henry.

‘Hey babe.’ He cooed after a few rushed steps to get in my vicinity. ‘Hi.’ I breathed, looking up into those tender blues of his. Like a stormy ocean, the speckle of brown in them a desolate island or perhaps an autumn leaf that has fallen from its mother branch. Drifting. Lost. Though in Henry’s case not entirely. He was back home.

‘I missed you so much.’ He murmured, quickly wrapping me in his large arms, not heeding any mind to people taking pictures of him. Of us. ‘I missed you too.’ I whispered, petting Kal’s head that was desperately trying to squeeze in between our moulded together bodies. ‘Hmm.’ Henry smiled into my neck, feeling the eager dog pressing into his thigh. ‘That makes two.’

‘Or three.’ I laughed, leaning back a little to get another good look at him. Even unshaven and travel weary he was one hell of a handsome man to behold. Sharp cheeks, chocolate curls - was his hair growing out? He looked back at me with equally studious and sweet loving eyes, one hand now travelling up to cup my cheek, his other quite deftly holding on to both an excited Akita and a bag that was hung over his left shoulder.

Henry too, enjoyed traveling light.

He sighed, visibly relaxing as he leaned in, lips caressing mine and beard burning on my skin. And much to soon the kiss was broken again, his hand now moving to push a bit of hair back behind my ear. ‘Hello love.’ He whispered, remaining close enough for his voice to only reach my ears. I smiled, almost a bit stupidly and practically threw myself back in his arms, hiding my face in the crook of his neck, my nose eagerly sniffing up that scent that I had missed so.

‘Hmmmmm.’ I hummed, enjoying every moment of it. That was until Kal started to whine. Henry chuckled. ‘Alright. Looks like someone needs a tree. Now!’

With wide laughs we quickly ran out of the airport, the nearest square foot of greenery having to do the trick for poor Kal.

—

‘Hey and I saw that Charlie’s back as well.’ I said, looking out over the road, my hand on the steering wheel of my mom’s car, Henry on the shotgun seat and Kal panting in our necks. It was not a particularly large car. More the size of: “Honey, I’m going to get groceries, but if you want more than two crates of beer you’ll have to fetch it yourself.”. In fact, it was a tiny car, really. And it sure looked funny to see these two large bears folded over in their seats, Henry having to keep his head slightly tilted to not hit the roof.

‘Yea. We’re working on a new project actually, through Promethean Productions. And he hadn’t seen mom and dad in months, so, decided to combine the two.’

‘Family first, hmm?’

‘Always.’ He sighed, turning his head to watch the wintery coast line, the beaches now deserted as ice cold winds rushed through the dune grass. ‘It’s good to be back.’ He said, more to himself, than to me.

‘It’s good to have you back.’ I agreed, keeping my eyes on the road, the houses of both our parents now slowly coming into view.

—

‘Are you sure you don’t want me to come along?’ He had managed to squeeze himself out of my mom’s car again, Kal already happily sniffing through his parents front yard. ‘Really Hen. I am more than capable of checking out that apartment myself. See you tonight…babe.’ I winked, gesturing him to close his door. He laughed and shook his head, refusing to close the door and instead manoeuvring back inside to press another longing kiss on my lips.

‘Well make sure I can fit in there. Because this car..’ He widened his eyes in exasperation. I laughed. ‘Gotcha gotcha. Superman’s buns of steel need ROOM hahahah. See you tonight.’ - ‘See you soon love.’ He rested his forehead for the slightest moment against mine. As if wishing to imprint my scent and the warmth of my body in his memory.

I’d better make sure I’d to the same. But that would be a good mission for tonight. First things first; the apartment.

—

‘It even has enough room for a big bed!’ I giggled, feeling his beard scratch my belly from beneath the sheets. ‘Mhmm.’ He rumbled, nodding his head in such a way that his scruff was tickling me even more. I jolted and squirmed, but nonetheless continued my story: ‘And ..HAHHAHAA..oh gods..And..eh..a bath. Henry. Stop HAHAHA It has a bathtub. A very nice…HENN..bathtub.’

‘Mhm.’ He smiled, crawling back up and poking his head out from underneath the sheets. ‘YOU!’ I warned, making him quirk up a challenging eyebrow. ‘Whatcha gonna do about it, princess?’

I bit my lip and slowly shook my head. ‘Two and a half months and you are already teasing me like this? That is no way to treat a la..-‘ He flipped us over, my surprised mouth halting mid-sentence as I was now suddenly straddling him. ‘Very well, I’m listening.’ He wrapped both his arms behind his head, giving me a smug smile, the vision of his large, popping muscles obviously making simple things like speaking full sentences just about impossible.

‘UGH..’ I sighed, letting my hands fall on his hairy pecs. ‘So mean.’ I pouted playfully. He grinned and shrugged his shoulders ever so slightly. ‘I’m not doing ANYTHING, dear. Please continue. The bathtub.’

Suddenly the mere thought of a bathtub made me think of all kinds of things unholy. Two weeks without Henry sure had made me a itsy bitsy bit crazy in the nether regions, because simply no toy or self loving session could quite calm me down like he could. I sighed again in utter defeat and slumped down on his gym honed god physique, my head resting on his chest and my ear picking up on the excited drum of heart.

Which meant that it wasn’t just me who was a little bit excited. In fact, I could feel some.. things.. that definitely implied he was very..very happy to see me.

‘Hen, I think, for the sanity of the both of us, we really should start looking into eh..the distance issue. Okay? I mean. This is two weeks. Two weeks!’ I shifted my hip slightly, making my point even more valid. He inhaled sharply, suppressing a moan and quickly lowered his arms, wrapping them carefully around my lower back and booty.

‘What are you trying to say Ali?’ He said, his voice a bit unsure.

I felt his unease quite immediately, propping myself up on my arms so I could look in his eyes, my legs still straddling him. ‘I mean that I just have to be with you. Could we please look into this? Find out how we can make it so?’ I said, seeing his worried face relax again. I sighed a tender smile. ‘Don’t worry. I’m not going to let you get away from me this time. RAWR!’ I growled, leaning down and sucking his bottom lip into my mouth, tugging it playfully.

‘Mmwwkey.’ He mumbled, his lip still caught between mine, until finally another one of his million dollar smiles broke through, his whole chest rumbling with mirth. ‘Give me your right hand.’

I leaned back up again and licked my lip, quirking my head a bit in confusion by his request. ‘Are you going to eat it? Be honest now Cavill. I see that look in your eyes.’ I warned him, with a teasing glint in my otherwise serious expression. He laughed aloud. ‘Please no, Ali. There’s other things I could eat..out..but that will have to wait. Give me your hand.’

Hesitantly I offered him my hand, waiting for him to do his worst. But, he didn’t. Instead he reached his own right hand in between our chests, then looped his pinky around mine.

‘I hereby solemnly pinky swear that I will do the best I can to make sure we will be apart as little as possible.’

I blinked, looking down at our interlinked pinkies, before the whole dorkiness of the situation caught up to me, my whole body convulsing as I started to laugh. ‘HAHAHAHHA. Oh Cavill. You are..hahah..by far..the worst..pirate…-‘

‘YARRRR.’ He laughed, rolling us back over again, his right hand staying interlocked with my pinky. ‘Now before I come to claim my booty. Do you solemnly swear, too, fair lady?’

‘Ye—HAHAHHAa HEN-‘ He brushed his beard hair into my neck, lathering a few wet kisses on the sensitive part of my skin. ‘Ye—yess. Okay. I swear. I swear. HAHAHHAAHa.’

‘Good.’ He grinned, disappearing below the blankets again. Ready to claim his prize.  

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Down the Aisle pt.1

Female! reader x Leonard 'Bones' McCoy

Summary: Star Trek AU where Leonard is a single father.

A/N: I'm so excited about this idea, I've been wanting to write a fic about Leonard for so long!!! The interaction between the reader and Leonard's son is based on a conversation I had with a two year old a while back.    

  Stumbling into his home after an 18 hour shift at the hospital, Leonard ‘Bones’ McCoy hung up his keys and flipped the light switch on, only to be welcomed by a disastrous sight.

Scattered across the living room floor were various toys, and all over the walls were splatters of something wet and sticky. 

And God only knows where that smell was coming from.

Rubbing his head, Leonard sighed. He knew better than to have expected anything other than this. Especially considering that he left a big kid in charge of his own kid. 

The hospital had been drastically shorthanded lately, therefore Leonard had to take odd hours working in the ER. Which made finding a sitter for his rambunctious two year old son, Charlie, a struggle. 

When he was called in on such short notice, Jim was the best he could do. 

And while Jim was a good friend and a respected Navy captain, he was very lenient when it came to children, letting Leonard’s son pretty much do as he pleased.

He was currently snoozing comfortably on the sofa, his head resting against him arms and his legs crossed. The TV was on, playing some kind of action movie with the volume turned down. There was a half full can of beer on the coffee table accompanied by crumpled fast food wrappers.

Frustrated, Leonard picked up a discarded plastic bag on the floor and started to gather the trash. He had explicitly told him not to over do it on the take out food. Shoving all the pieces of trash into the bag.

Taking the can of warm beer, Leonard poured the remains on Jim’s face. Sputtering and flailing his arms about, Jim shot up from the couch.

“Son of a biscuit eater!” Jim shouted.

Leonard shook his head. So at least Jim listened when he was asked him to watch his language around Charlie. However that only irritated Leonard more, seeing how he struggled to do the same thing; always accidently swearing in front of Charlie.

“What the hell Bones?” Jim asked while yawning. "Why’d you wake me?“

"To help me clean up this mess, I’m not a maid, Jim.”

“It’s not that bad,” Jim stated, scanning the living room. “Cleaner than my place.”

“Of course it is.” Leonard sighed. 

Jim stretched his arms above his head, letting out a loud yawn. He then grabbed the toy chest and helped out by picking up all of Charlie’s toys.

“What time is it?”

“2 in the morning,” Leonard replied dryly.

Jim raked a hand through his hair, still feeling sleepy.

“Did Charlie behave?” Leonard asked.

“Oh yeah, he’s a great kid… Reminds me of myself a bit.”

Leonard groaned at the comparison, the last thing he needed was his son to become a menace similar to Kirk. Leonard had heard all the stories about Jim’s rebellious childhood. 

He needed to find a better sitter and soon.

“What time did you put Charlie to bed?" 

"Around 8 o'clock.”

Jim looked at Leonard and grimaced. “You look tired,” he started, “Why don’t you leave the mess alone for now and gets some sleep.”

Jim patted Leonard on the back, who reluctantly agreed that the mess could wait. It was true that all he wanted to do right now was rest.  “Thanks for watching Charlie.”

“Anytime, Bones.”

Jim put on his jacket and grabbed his keys, “I’ll see you later, buddy.”

Bones grumbled a good bye before heading upstairs. 

As quiet as he could be, he peeked into Charlie’s room to see the toddler sleeping peacefully in his twin bed. Charlie’s tiny hands were clutching his blankie, while his chest slowly rose up and then down.

Carefully Bones crept over, maneuvering around the blocks and toy trucks. Sitting on the edge of the bed he ran a hand through Charlie’s hair. It felt like ages since the last time he saw him. He couldn't believe that In a couple of months his little man was going to turn three.  

Bones didn’t linger for long, whispering a quick 'sweet dreams’ before heading towards his own bedroom.

— He kicked off his shoes, stripped down out of his scrubs, and pulled on a pair of pajama pants. Bones flopped on to his bed and released a sigh, it felt so good to be off his feet. 

He closed his eyes.

Then rolled over on to his side, then onto his stomach, then onto his other side. He flipped his pillow over, and laid his head back down, maybe that would help. But it didn’t. After tossing and turning, Bones ended up laying on his back staring up at the ceiling.

Physically he was exhausted, but his mind was still racing with thoughts of his career, child, and other things. Being a single parent with a high stress job was starting to take it’s toll.

His mind continued to wander aimlessly until his sleep finally took over.

—– “Dad?” a high pitched voice whined as two tiny hands started shaking him.

“Dad? Where’s uncle Jim, dad?”

Leonard looked over at the clock on his night stand, in red it displayed 7:08 am. About 4 hours of sleep, that’s probably the most rest he had all week.

He sat up and rubbed his eyes.

“Probably being a menace somewhere else,” he addressed his son’s question.

“Why’d he want to do that?” Charlie questioned.

“I don’t think he can help it.” Leonard replied. 

He ruffled Charlie’s hair, “Come on, let’s go make something for breakfast.”

Charlie sat in his chair eating oatmeal in his pj’s, bits of apple and oats sticking to face and shirt. Leonard leaned against the counter sipping on a cup of coffee. He watched as Charlie accidently dropped a spoonful of oatmeal completely missing his mouth.

“Looks like we need to go grocery shopping,” Leonard announced, after taking a quick inventory of the food in the cabinets and fridge. 

He was lucky there was oatmeal packets in the pantry, or they would have had to eat breakfast at some fast food joint.

“Errands!” Charlie shouted, thrilled at the prospect of an outing. Charlie was a very social child and enjoyed meeting new people.

Leonard sat his coffee mug and Charlie’s dirty dishes in the sink.

“How about we start getting ready for today, hm?” Leonard asked Charlie, who enthusiastically nodded his head in response.

—— Charlie, wrapped in his white fluffy bath robe, was sitting on double vanity watching his dad finish shaving. 

Leonard was starting to look scruffy due to his crazy work schedule. He looked at himself in the mirror making sure he got all the stubble. He frowned noticing the dark circles under his eyes. There wasn’t much he could do about those.

He proceeded to quickly spray himself with cologne over his chest.

“And me?” Charlie asked, lifting his chin up and sticking his chest out.

Leonard smiled to himself and sprayed a tad of cologne on Charlie, who seemed quite pleased about it.

These were the moments that he really loved about being a father. 

“I need some of that too,” he said pointing at the bottle of hair gel. 

Leonard put a small squirt in his hand, before running his fingers through Charlie’s hair, styling it.

“Oh and that!” Charlie demanded, now pointing at the bottle of aftershave. 

“Alright, but watch your old man first and see how its done.”

The aftershave felt cool and refreshing against his smooth skin as he applied it his face. 

“Ok, your turn. Hold out your hands,” Leonard instructed putting a couple of drops on Charlie’s hand. 

Charlie then rubbed his hands together vigorously, then slapped them against his cheeks.

“Ah!” Charlie sighed over dramatically.

Leonard nodded approvingly, “Think it’s time for us men to get dressed.”

He dressed Charlie in a checkered button up and khaki pants with a pair of green converse. Charlie stood in front of the full length mirror and admired himself in the mirror.

In the meantime, Leonard put on a gray tee shirt and jeans.

“Lookin good dad!” Charlie stated, nodding his head in approval.

Leonard chuckled, “Looking good son.”

—-

At the grocery store, Charlie rode in the cart, while Leonard filled it with necessities.

From previous shopping experiences, he had learned not to let Charlie too close to any of the products, it always led to things either ending up broken or being purchased on accident.

There was even an incident where Charlie stole some small pieces of candy by stuffing them into his little pockets.

Leonard furrowed his eyebrows, why were all the aisles so narrow. He needed something from the end of the aisle but it was packed with other customers and shopping carts.

“Stay put Charlie, daddy just going right over there for some peanut butter and jam, ok?”

“Get honey too!” Charlie added.

—–

You were wearing your favorite sundress, with a grocery basket on your arm. You just needed to grab a few items for a cake recipe you were planning on trying out.

“Hey!” a little boy called out to you. He was happily sitting in a cart kicking his feet up and down.

You smiled and waved at him, “Hello, what’s your name?”

“I’m Charlie,” the toddler introduced himself.

“Hi Charlie, I’m Y/n,” you replied in a sweet voice. 

What an adorable kid. He looked so chipper and energetic, with his big curious eyes and chubby cheeks.

You noticed a man nearby, who was probably Charlie’s father, he looked engrossed as he browsed the shelves looking for something specific. There was definitely a resemblance between the boy and the man.

You continued to stare, becoming quite immersed in your thoughts about the gentlemen a little further down the aisle. The stranger was a looker for sure, tall, broad shoulders and a strong jaw.

“Smell me.” Charlie spoke up, catching you off guard. 

You blinked a couple of times, maybe you misunderstood. 

“Excuse me?” you asked.

“Smell me Y/n.” he repeated, with a big smile on his face.

You giggled to yourself at the odd request, and decided to humor him. Who could refuse such a cutie pie.

You got a tad bit closer to the child, but remained a polite distance away. You leaned your head toward him and inhaled. The toddler smelled clean like citrus with a woodsy note.

“It’s cologne,” Charlie informed you as if you had no idea what it was.

“Oh, well it smells very nice on you.”

“Yup.”

“Can I smell you?” he asked.

“I guess so,” you held out your wrist, Charlie pressed his nose against it and inhaled deeply.

“Well?” you questioned, curious about his opinion on your perfume.

“Smells pretty.”

“Thank you, it’s my perfume.”

“Is that your father over there, Charlie?” you pointed in the man’s general direction.

“Yep.”

“What does your father do, what’s his job?" 

"He goes to work and fixes the idiots and makes the monies.” Charlie explained.

“What?”

Charlie shrugged, “that’s all I know.”

The boy turned himself to get a better look at his father, then started waving his arms in the air.

“Dad!? Dad!? Come meet my new friend!"

The man jolted his head up, and looked at Charlie then to you. You felt your heart rate speed up as you made eye contact with him. His facial expression immediately softened and you gave him a shy smile.

"Thanks for keeping him company, he's a real people person. I'm Leonard by the way," he said, setting the food items in the cart.

"Oh it was no problem, he's a real cutie."

"She thinks I'm cute dad!" Charlie shouted happily.

"I heard her Charlie," he turned his attention back to you, "Do you have a name, beautiful?"

"Y/n.

"Nice to meet you Y/n." Leonard smiled. "Would you-"

"Have lunch with us!" Charlie interrupted.

Leonard sighed, where did Charlie learn how to behave like this?

"Sure!" you agreed without hesitation.

"Really?" Leonard asked skeptically.

"Yes really," you giggled.

You felt so excited, who would've thought you'd meet such a handsome man with such a sweet son.

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