#pairing: charlie and cooper

[priceseyes]

I want to make an old hollywood au for lucy'charlie/cooper.....i want that. 🧍‍♀️

[thattheater-kid]

Random Innerworld Conversations

*while in church*

Charlie: Why are we here? Neither of us are Catholic. I don’t even believe in God.

Georgie: Ain’t you the Devil’s daughter?

Charlie: Yeah, so what?

Georgie: How’re you gonna say God ain’t real when He’s your grandad?

Charlie: Spite.

Georgie: You know what? Fair enough.

[rose-of-oz]

Crossover HC but imagine Leonard bringing a new pastry to every one of Leo’s games to give to him afterwards

Ohhhhh, that would be so cute!! Leo is a big eater, so he would definitely appreciate having a little treat to eat after a game. And he would absolutely show his thanks by giving Leonard a great big kiss, either once they can be somewhere alone together or, after he officially comes out and starts getting more comfortable with his sexuality, right there in front of everyone, because he loves and appreciates his boyfriend and doesn’t care who knows it. It also doesn’t matter what the pastry is, Leo will eat every bite and praise Leonard’s baking skills to high heaven, because he wants his boy to know how talented he is.

[iwritefandomimagines]

NOT GOING ANYWHERE — JOHN HANCOCK

masterlist

pairing: john hancock x reader

description: you couldn’t be happier with the life you’ve built in goodneighbor with john. when a handsome stranger makes your acquaintance at the third rail, though, your beloved mayor needs just a little reminding that you’re all his.

warnings: tooth rottin’ fluff baby !!! bit of swearing as per. of course the handsome stranger is coop !

author’s note: this was a request i HAD to start immediately so thank you so much for it and sorry it took a while. john hancock deserves the world and you, dear reader, wanna give it to him here <3 enjoy!

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“What’s a pretty little smoothie like you doin’ in these parts?”

At the sound of the gruff voice beside you, you had to fight off the deep, frustrated sigh that threatened to escape your lips.

It’s not like you didn’t get asked that same question every time a newbie swung into town, but it was growing increasingly boring of late.

You’d been living here over a year now, and at least nine months of that time had been spent practically attached to the mayor’s hip.

Hancock had been enamoured with you as soon as he met you, and for once you felt that his attentiveness was genuine — not just the usual curiosity about your past or your once evident naivety about the world.

That naivety was gone, now, anyway.

“I live here,” you replied, swirling the bourbon around in your glass as you looked up at the man who’d situated himself at your side, “Home sweet home.”

He was handsome, undoubtedly, a cowboy hat hung on his head and a smirk beset on his face as his dark eyes flashed over your frame.

He chuckled, leaning up onto the bar and signalling to Charlie — who immediately got busy pouring him a drink.

“Surprising, saw a pretty little thing like you as more the Diamond City type,” he took a sip of his fresh drink, “Not slummin’ it here with folks like me.”

You scoffed at that, “New around here then?”

“Just passing through,” he hummed, “Couldn’t waste a chance to talk to ya, could I?”

It was at that moment that you saw Hancock descend the stairs, and you breathed out a sigh of relief.

“Sorry to say it, but your flirting is a little rusty,” you chuckled, “Besides, I’m spoken for.”

He turned around now, a hearty laugh escaping him as his eyes locked with Hancock’s — the latter now just metres in front of him.

“Oh, maybe slummin’ it was underestimating it, heh,” he swirled his drink in his glass, “Here I am forgettin’ my manners and trying it on with Mrs fuckin’ Mayor of Goodneighbor.”

Hancock rolled his eyes, “Like you’ve ever had any manners, Howard.”

“Well I had been hopin’ to ask you about the sweet thing I’ve heard you’d been so taken by, hm,” his eyes scanned over you again, drinking you in, “My mistake for hitting on her first.”

Hancock’s arm swung to hook around your waist protectively, and you looked between the pair, “You know each other?”

“We’ve crossed paths a fair bit,” they didn’t seem as frosty as you’d feared when you asked that question, so you were relieved that the hint of tension appeared to be based on the new ghoul’s advances as opposed to any previous issues.

“Well, it was nice meeting you…” you trailed off, realising that in your short lived conversation you hadn’t learned the ghoul’s name.

“Y’can call me Cooper. Coop if you like,” he side-eyed the mayor with another chuckle, “Though I s’pose your mayor wouldn’t be too fond’a that.”

You shook your head, again leaning close to Hancock to kiss his cheek. His grip on your waist loosened just a smidgen at this action as he seemingly relaxed.

“Hm, well if you don’t mind, we’ve got some stuff to do.”

“Oh, I’ll bet you do. See ya’round.”

You looped your arm through Hancock’s now, smiling at the other Third Rail inhabitants as you made your way back to the Old State House beside a grumbling Hancock.

You could see he looked frustrated, his teeth gritted and his eyes barely leaving the floor as he navigated to your room.

“I leave you alone for two minutes and Cooper fuckin’ Howard is trying to hit on you,” he shook his head, “Lucky I came back when I did.”

You stopped for a moment, just before you were both about to settle down on the couch, “What, y’think his god awful flirting would’ve worked on me if you hadn’t?”

He shrugged, slumping down and pocketing the jet he’d been contemplating taking. He figured now wasn’t the time.

“Hancock, seriously,” you frowned, settling beside him and cuddling into his side, “You don’t need to worry about that kinda thing. Really.”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, “Sweetheart, it ain’t hard to see you’re out of my league. Can’t help worrying you’ll skip out on me sometime.”

It broke your heart to hear him talk like that — Hancock was the best thing that had ever happened to you, and there was no chance in hell you’d give him up if you could help it.

“That’s not gonna happen, like ever,” you cooed, “I’m so happy here, with you. Goodneighbor is home… You’re home, I wouldn’t change a thing.”

He seemed briefly satisfied by this, but the slight pout still remained on his face, “I know, sugar, I know. Just hard to believe I lucked out this much. Howard’s right, you shouldn’t be slumming it here with us.”

You heaved out a deep sigh, “I’m not slumming it here, though. Goodneighbor might be dysfunctional, but I wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else. We got a good thing going here.”

“We do, don’t we,” he leaned into your touch now as you cuddle in close to him, “‘M sorry, sunshine. You’re right.”

You pressed a kiss to the rough skin of his cheek, “I love you. No amount of flirting from some random irradiated cowboy is gonna stop that.”

He chuckled now, “Oh, really?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, reaching up to pull his hat from his head and place it on your own, “I much prefer my men in a tri-corn hat.”

“And I resent that my girl looks so much better in said tri-corn hat than I do,” he licked his lips, eyes scanning over your entire figure.

You’d never get over the way that, as impossibly dark as his eyes were anyway, they always seemed to darken just that little more when he took you in, permanently twinkling in adoration.

“Nuh uh,” you shook your head, immediately replacing the hat on his head, “Not even remotely true. I’m one lucky girl.”

The sing-song lull of your voice made his heart swell, and he found himself almost more dazed than he’d have been after the hit of jet he’d long forgotten about wanting.

He reached to pull you into his lap by the waist, smiling into a kiss as you curled into his lap just as he’d hoped you would.

“You’re somethin’ else, you know that?” his rough hands caressed the curve of your jaw now, “No wonder sons of bitches like Cooper Howard are droolin’ all over you. You’re an absolute dream.”

His touch sent goosebumps across your skin as you smiled so wide your cheeks almost ached, “Hm, you may have told me that once or twice.”

“Just so damn pretty,” he murmured, his insecurities bubbling back up for just a moment, “And stuck up to this ugly mug every day.”

You pulled back briefly, pouting down at him from your position in his lap as you shook your head.

It broke your heart that, even when assured of how you felt, he still worried your feelings were somehow stunted by the way he looked.

“Baby, there’s no face I’d rather wake up to,” you hummed, pressing gentle kisses to every inch of irradiated skin on his face.

You were sure that if he was still capable of doing so, he’d be blushing crimson.

You finally reached his lips again, giving them one gentle kiss before showcasing a big toothy grin again, “If anything, I feel like I’m dreaming. Luckiest girl in the commonwealth.”

“Now you’re just being crazy,” he kissed the corner of your lips as you rolled your eyes, causing him to raise the space where his eyebrows once were, “You been at my stash of chems without telling me again?”

You shoved his arm playfully, “Me? Crazy? Never! Crazy ‘bout you, maybe!”

For a beat you were wordless, just giggling at your own cringeworthy line as you curled in closer to him.

You lived for moments like this — when all the hustle and bustle and danger of his life as mayor fell away for just a moment so that he was all yours to be completely yourselves together.

The giggling soon stopped though, replaced by your attempts to blink away sleep as you nestled closer to him.

It had been a long day, and the couple of bourbons you’d knocked back while waiting for Hancock’s working day to be over (well, not that he ever really took a moment from his duties besides when you were alone) had begun to make you sleepy.

All Hancock could do was smile as he tucked your yawning figure into his chest, kissing the top of your head.

“You get some sleep, sweetheart,” he scooped his arms beneath you to lift you over to your bed, “I love you.”

Your reply came out almost too incoherent to understand, the wave of sleepiness hitting you so suddenly and so hard that you could barely keep your eyes open to smile up at him.

“‘M in love wi- you,” you managed as you curled up, “C’mere ‘n’… cuddle. Need you.”

He laughed, his whole body warming at the sight and sound of you, “I’m not going anywhere, sunshine. Never.”

And as you fell asleep with a Cheshire Cat grin on your face, Hancock was certain he’d never been more in love.

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um john hancock you’re the love of my life fr !!!!!! i hope this was okay, it’s a lil messy but i’ve been ill this weekend so it’s a bit short & written amidst kinda flu-ey delirium (i’ll inevitably come back to edit) but i hope you enjoyed — feel free to request more hancock/other fallout characters while i finish up NMFR pt.3 for u lovely people. and here’s my masterlist <3

[fiendishfables]

Future (short) series idea

pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Fem! Angel! Reader (I’m probably going to make different versions for each, so a Male and GN, as well)

Feedback on the idea is very much appreciated; I would love to hear y'all lovely peoples thoughts on this concept I am stuck on. Its nothing special but still, haha-

Also don’t forget, my requests are always open! Please, request, request, request! I need things to write! :D

Synopsis/General idea: Reader is one of Adam's assistants/part of the exorcist angels and Lucifer comes to visit Heaven with his daughter, Charlie Morningstar, Princess of Hell and owner of the Hazbin Hotel.

Lucifer is instantly entranced by the reader, as he recognizes them from back when he used to reside in Heaven; when he too used to be an angel all that time ago. The reader and Lucifer, when they both had been in Heaven, had snuck around and hooked up a couple times, but it had never gone public and was never intended to.

He is staring at you throughout the whole meeting with Adam and Lute, (when he's not busy glaring and making smug faces at the 'first man' from across the table), oblivious to what his daughter is preaching or trying to. The reader is well on Charlie's side and on-board with her ideas; she tried many times to convince Adam before and now, or to atleast think about it.

The reader ends up coming to hell with Lucifer and Charlie because she wants to ‘check out’ the hotel and this cooperation Charlie is trying to make with Heaven. Lucifer looks about ready to burst from excitement.

(End of part 1?)

Maybe there is a day before she comes down to hell, and not right after the meeting. Lucifer could be standing in his room in front of his mirror, trying to pep-talk himself into making a good impression on you. Charlie is possibly there to reassure her dad that he looks fine and that he won’t mess things up(again); she’s secretly so thrilled that the reader is able to make her dad feel so giddy and happy, especially after Lilith. He needs someone to keep him company and you seem like just the soul to do it. But of course there is the problem with the reader being in Heaven and Luci being in Hell; good ol’ forbidden love

Charlie ends up showing the reader around the hotel when she comes down from Heaven, and Lucifer sort of just stands by awkwardly. The reader is a bit cold towards him, but they are mainly just scared that he might disappear from their life again, and maybe even a tad resentful at him for being so stupid and doing whatever it was that made him fallen in the first place.

But then of course they end up having sex in the hotel after Charlie offered the reader a stay for the night so they didn’t need to go back to Heaven so late in the night. Make-up, angsty, lovey dovey, etc. Reader may also slip up and call him Luci a couple times instead of Lucifer; she only called him Luci back when they were both in Heaven together and good friends

Honestly- I have no fucking idea where this is going, but if anyone would be interested in reading this small series I’m coming up with, please interact/let me know! I plan to start working on it after I get some requests done. Just had to get this spew of word vomit out of my head-

[fandomfics]

The Trouble with Love part 1

Pairings: Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x fem Reader, John Hancock x fem Reader

Description: After a mishap in the wasteland you are left to wonder if the ghouls you care for and have traveled with for years feel anything for you. The answers you find are not what you expected and leave you with more questions than answers.

⚠️ WARNINGS ⚠️

18+ only, MDNI

Unprotected p in v, creampie, oral, restraints, abandonment, drugs, violence

It's a long one, search for the break if you're here just for the good stuff.

Your head lulls back lazily and your eyes close as you sink further into the armchair you chose in the third rail VIP lounge. The jet dulls your senses until you only hear the sweet seductive music of Magnolia. Her crooning washes over you in waves, sending the painful thoughts of life in the wasteland into oblivion, even if only for a short time.

When your high finally starts to fade you hear familiar voices closing in on you. Your eyes shoot open and your head snaps up, you see the two ghouls standing right in front of you. The memory of waking up alone in the wasteland causes your face to warm with anger, "Are you fucking kidding me? You left me out there in that shack to go find your fix, without a word. I don't want to see either of your faces again."

You push through them and briskly make your way to the exit, leaving them dumfounded, their bumbling pleas for you to wait falling on deaf ears. You need to get away. You have a room at the rexford, but you know they will come knocking with an excuse, some charismatic bullshit peppered with pet names that make your heart flutter.

The cool night air rushes you as the door opens and you are grateful for the relief it brings with it. Bobbi's abandoned place is just around the corner, and with her dead you can hide out for the night in peace. They don't immediately follow you out, and you don't hear the door open again as you absent-mindedly you turn into the dark alleyway, mulling over your next move. You have a few jobs to finish, and getting a partner you trust is your first thought, "MacCready's never let me down," you whisper to yourself, expecting only silence in response.

"He ain't got yer back like I do, sugar." Cooper's low growl echoes in the darkness behind you.

"Jesus fucking Christ Cooper," you turn, startled. "Take the hint, leave me alone. At least Hancock had the decency not to follow me." The words leave a stinging feeling in your chest knowing he doesn't care enough to try.

A gloved hand catches your wrist and holds you in place, "please darlin', can't ya just listen ta what I have ta say?"

You hesitate and he pulls you towards him so your face to face. Hes wearing an expression you haven't seen from him before, a mix of sadness and longing. His hand slides from your wrist down to your hand, chuckling softly as confusion furrows your brow.

"No. I'm done with your sweet talk." you pull your hand violently from his and land an uppercut he isn't expecting, without a second thought you leave him in the darkness. Once inside the abandoned building you slide the deadbolt in place, the click of the lock allows your brain to catch up with your emotions and tears well in your eyes. Heaving sobs rack your body as you let loose and exhaustion takes hold, the dirty matress in the corner isn't the best in the Commonwealth but tonight it's the most comfort you have as you cry yourself to sleep.

You wake midday to a cold empty room and stretch stiffly before gathering yourself enough to face the day. You return to the third rail VIP lounge to seek out MacCready, but find his usual spot empty, "Hey Charlie, you seen Mac?" You ask the bot at the bar.

"Took a job he did" it says in a cockney accent.

With your only other option for a companion in goodneighbor gone you decide to go it alone on your next job. A few hours later, with your weapons and armor prepped, and a host of chems and food in your pack, the time comes to leave the safety of goodneighbor. The emotions you feel about what happened and the fact that neither ghoul tried to see you again before you left leaves a pit in your stomach, you thought they cared, but maybe you were wrong.

The long trek northwest to the Cambridge police station is unusually tame, you run into a few stray ferals and roaches, but nothing else until you reach Kendall hospital. You marked this place on your map for a sweep, most hospitals are well picked over but you are determined to check it out anyways. The exterior is eerily quiet with the exception of a rusty chain creaking as the wind picks up and the head attached to the end is caught in the gust. Before moving towards the door you pull Maria from her holster, as you check that the clip is full a memory threatens to bring unwanted feelings to the surface.

4 years earlier you and Cooper sat in a dilapidated building as a radstorm raged on outside. With nothing else to do he taught you a game called caravan and told you about his time in New Vegas as you played. After consistently beating you and taking all the caps you had on you at the time, you wanted one last game, "Last one" you said placing your favorite laser pistol on the table. He let out a hearty laugh that you hadn't heard before and slammed the 9mm on the table to match.

"This is Maria," the engraved surface flickered green in the glow of the storm, "Got 'er off a courier in New Vegas as payment fer a job. Haven't parted with 'er since."

You know he threw the game, you used to think it was his weird way of showing he was sweet on you, but now you feel clueless. You push the memory from your mind as you slam the clip back into place and holster the weapon. In your time since emerging from the cryogenic chamber you've become quite adept at bounty hunting and mercenary work, holding your own against some of the best in the Commonwealth, surpassing even Cooper. You know in this situation Maria is your back up, in close combat the main attraction is a simple knife.

You easily sneak through the encampment inside and take raiders down one by one until you're finally spotted by the few who remain.

"She'll be perfect for the next meal." One says in a weasly voice. Below, as if on cue, you hear the growl of a creature you've encountered many times before, and in your short pause you are distracted enough to be pushed over the edge of the platform by someone you had managed to miss. Instinctively you put your hands out in front of yourself to break your fall and yelp in pain when when you make contact with the ground and hear the sick crunch of your wrist breaking. Before you can stand you hear heavy clawed footsteps coming towards you. You pop up as the deathclaw rounds the corner and you see it's carrying someone in one hand, when it spots you it lets out a massive roar that rumbles you to the core and throws the figure at you. The body narrowly avoids you as it flies by, and when it lands just behind you, you see who it is. Hancock.

You don't have time to think about why or how as the creature charges you, the sweeping motions of its claws extending towards you kicks your ass into gear and you squeeze yourself into a space it can't reach and slam a stim into your arm. Laughter rings out above and it gives you an idea. Maria makes her appearance and a carefully aimed shot at the rickety bridge the raiders stand on causes it to give way and they fall in a cacophony of terrified screams. With the deathclaw distracted you run to Hancock to see if he's alive, and when you find he is you drag him towards the exit of the hospital with your one good hand. You are less surprised when you turn the corner to see Cooper propped up against the doors, slashes in his shirt cross his chest, he's covered in blood but he's already healed. He strains forward towards the inhaler vial he relies so heavily on, just out of his reach. When you finally have Hancock close to the door you kick to vial closer to Cooper, "make yourself useful." The loathing clear in your voice. You try the door as he inhales the chem and find it's locked.

"Switch." He breathes out in relief.

You groan, the deathclaw is still preoccupied with the scum you dropped from the level above giving you just enough time to find the switch and flip it allowing the doors to be opened. Your wrist is finally healed enough to pull John through and you leave Cooper to his own devices. You collapse to the ground to catch your breath. A few minutes pass before Hancock stirs where you dropped him, he turns his head and sees you, "shit."

After shooting him a scathing look you stand and dust yourself off before storming of in the direction of a nearby diner. Cooper exits the building and helps John to his feet before they try and catch up to you. After clearing the diner in silence you are too exhausted to protest their presence in your vicinity and curl up in a booth to play red menace on your pip-boy.

They sit across from you and you try to ignore them, but they start talking over each other trying to explain everything. You sit up and look them in the eye.

"Look, I don't know what you are up to, but you're clearly not going to leave me alone until You've had your say. If I hear you out, will you promise to leave me alone?"

Both ghouls nod solemnly and Hancock starts, "we didn't mean to leave you, sunshine. You'll laugh when you hear what actually happened..." He chuckles nervously, "we were outside talkin' and this trader rolls up lookin like he's got a good stash, if ya know what I mean. Comes over offerin up a free sample. well, one thing leads to another and this cowboy and I wake up tied to his Brahmin, gagged. Turns out he wanted to experiment some new chems on us. He wouldn't have ended up dead if he just told us that. I would have gladly obliged."

"Okay, say I believe you. Why are you here? Just to tell me a bullshit story?"

"Well darlin'," Cooper chimes in, "we wanted to make sure yer safe gettin where yer goin'."

"Have you forgotten that I'm the one that usually saves your asses? I have kept you 2 safe more than you have me." You laugh and their bravado falls. "I never kept you around to keep me safe, more than anything I kept you around because...I enjoyed your company. I thought you enjoyed mine too. Clearly I was mistaken if that bullshit story is any indication." You wipe a tear from your eye as you sniffle. "You don't even respect me enough to tell me the truth."

"I can prove it happened." Hancock chokes out desperately. "I can't speak for this asshole, but I sure as shit don't want to loose you. You're a really good...friend. someone I can rely on. I don't blame you if you're done with me, but if you're willing to give me the chance, meet me at Irma's. Dr. Amari can help me prove it. "

"What he said." Cooper nods at Hancock

"I'll think about it. You 2 can stay here tonight, but in the morning I'm going on this job alone." You say scooting out of the booth to head to your bedroll.

The night passes uneventfully and in the morning you leave before the ghouls stir. You meet up with Paladin Danse of the BOS and spend a couple weeks helping out him and his team. He offers you a position in the brotherhood, and you're tempted to take it, leave behind all these messy feelings you've been consumed with in your time since parting with the ghouls. In the end you decide to return to goodneighbor to at least find closure if you can.

Dr. Amari is talking about the testing she's been doing since you linked up with Valentine to go through Kellogg's memories, but you aren't really listening. The rhythmic tapping of Cooper's boot behind you doesn't help. You're anxiously waiting to get this done so you can move on. When she realizes you aren't paying any attention she stops and waits for you to look up.

"You need to know what Hancock is willing to allow," she turns to the memory lounger that's connected to yours and addresses him, "will you allow her to see your entire mind or only the memories that you present."

"Sister, I'm an open book. She can look anywhere she wants."

With that the loungers close and a message appears on the screen.

Please wait.

After a moment you are pulled into a memory that John presents you first, you can hear his thoughts before you see the images. The trader, the drugs, the kidnapping, every word he said was true...at least according to this.

When the memory is finished playing you probe deeper into his mind, you're looking for the moment in the diner when he was presenting his case. From his eyes you see yourself in the booth playing your game.

"I fucked up, but I've got to try and make this right." His voice echoes from nowhere in particular, and you listen as everything plays out. There is no deception in his words, but when you get up to leave the booth his thoughts leave you in shock. The feeling of a deep sadness leaves your chest feeling empty, he wanted to reach out for your hand, comfort you.

"There she goes. Probably the last time I talk to her and I said she was a friend. A fuckin friend. Can't even confess I love her...not like I deserve her..." His thoughts continue as he finds another booth to lay in for the night.

"She loves Cooper anyway, not like I'd even have a chance."

A knot forms in your stomach and you release his memories, panting as the sound of Dr. Amari's voice brings you out of your thoughts.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah... Uh... guess it's time for Coop." You say looking to John, unable able to decern the expression on his face.

They switch seats and Dr. Amari asks Cooper if he'd allow you to probe, unsurprisingly he answers no, but you know his painful past and don't hold it against him.

The process begins again, but the first memory you're presented isn't the kidnapping. It's the day after you won Maria off of him, someone had told you about a shooting range nearby and you wanted to test out your shiny new toy. You stood side by side shooting into the targets you had spread out, and when you were focused on your shot he glanced over to you, his thoughts were only of you.

It wasn't words, just feelings. He wanted to pull you close, run a hand through your hair and bring your face to his, feel you pressed against him as your lips touched. He wanted to be with you, but he didn't believe you could ever love him like that.

The memory fades away and the next one is what you expected. It corroborates Hancock's story, you're still pissed that they were careless, but you feel better knowing they weren't lying. Now you have an entirely new dilemma.

The lounger opens and Dr. Amari ensures that you're stable before allowing you to leave. When the ghouls begin to speak you hold up a hand to stop them.

"You both gave me a lot to think about. I believe you, but I need to go rest for a bit. Gather myself."

They allow you to leave in peace and you head to your room in the rexford. The jacket and jeans you wear feel hot and constricting, before laying in bed you strip to your underwear to let your skin breathe. Your mind is swimming you've thought of both of them romantically... physically. You remain lost in thought for hours, staring at the ceiling until there's a knock on the door. You open it to see Hancock standing in front of you with an offering of jet.

"I just wanted to give you this," he pushes it into your hands, "to take the edge off." And you set it on the side table.

He turns to walk away but you call him back, "wait, come in...please."

He eyes light up with hope as he steps inside and the door closes behind him.

"I don't know if you were able to see where I went in your mind-"

"Yeah I could sister. " He interjects

"Oh, well, I wish I'd known earlier. I-I mean I felt...feel the same way, I just don't know-"

With your admission he closes the short distance between you, one hand snakes up the back of your neck into your hair and the other goes to your waist. He pulls you close and his lips meet yours, the kiss is deep but gentle. You wrap your arms around his neck and sink into his passionate embrace. After a time you both pull away and he looks into your eyes, "Heh. Moments like this, I know all that karma stuff is bull. Because no one like me should be this lucky."

"John," you say with a furrowed brow, "there's something I need to tell you."

He looks concerned but says nothing in return.

"For the longest time I've fought against all these conflicting emotions, for you...for Coop. In the memory den, He showed me how he feels...I'm more confused than ever, but I know I love you both"

"Oh..." He looks away with disappointment, starting to pull away, but you hold him place.

"Please don't go." You plead

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"I want you more than anything sunshine," he looks deep into your eyes, "but I don't want you to do something you'll regret later"

"I want you too." You're unable to hold yourself back and you kiss him hard.

"Are you sure," he says, pulling away.

"Positive."

He pushes you up against the wall, hungry for your kiss, you moan softly as his hands find your ass and squeeze. You push off his coat and he takes the hint, removing his shirt as well. You guide him towards the couch where you push him down and climb into his lap. When you sit he lets out a groan and you feel his cock hardening beneath you. You snatch the jet from the table and bring it to your lips, inhaling deep before turning it to Hancock. After taking his hit he rests his hands on your hips and guides you to grind against him, feeling your underwear cling to your slit as your need grows. His lips trail kisses along your neck and chest as he removes your bra. He takes a moment to drink in the sight of you before pulling you close for another kiss. The feel of his rough skin against your nipples is electrifying, causing you to writhe on top of him.

You tease him a while longer, and when he can't stand it a second more he picks you up and carries you to the bed. He sits you on the edge and whips the sash off from around his hips. You hold out your wrists as he does so, urging him to bind your hands, "You need a safeword, sunshine?"

"Me? No. But you might." You say with a seductive smile.

"Well I'll be damned...caught myself a lil freak." His gravely voice fueling your desire even more. He takes your hands and pushes them behind your back and ties them securely, but safely while his lips graze your neck.

"In that case, Grognak." You both chuckle.

He pushes you onto your back and straddles you, bringing his face just inches from yours and runs a finger ever so lightly over the curves of your body causing a shiver to run down your spine. His fingers meet the cotton of your underwear and find the wetness between your thighs, "ohhh," he moans softly, "feels like you're ready to get this freakshow on the road."

He forces you to turn over on your stomach and grabs your hips, yanking them up until your ass is in the air and tugs your underwear down. You hear his knees hit the floor and before you can register what he's doing his tongue is running the length of your slit, greedily lapping you up. The pad of his thumb finds your bud and swirls around as his tongue continues to explore you, eliciting gentle moans from you. He brings you to the brink of climax, and you beg for release, but he doesn't allow it.

"Not yet." He gets up and walks away leaving you exposed.

You protest while you hear his footsteps cross the room, turning your head to try and see what he's doing, your face pressed into the matress making it difficult to catch a glimpse. You hear the sound of clothing falling to the floor as he hums, admiring how you look, helpless, completely at his mercy.

"Now this is my kinda art."

"Please John, fuck me!" You whine waiting for him to do something, your dripping cunt aching to take him in.

He takes your plea to heart and is on you in a flash. He teases your entrance with the tip of his dick, "you're so fucking wet" He growls, almost feral, before you slam yourself back causing him to moan loudly. He mercilessly pumps into you, giving you exactly what you wanted. He reaches forward and grabs your tits, kneading them as he pulls you up so you're back is Against his chest. His hot breath on your neck as he pants heavily adds another heavenly sensation that brings you close to the edge.

"I'm gonna cum." You manage to gasp out

"Make a mess sunshine." He whispers in your ear, and you fully obey. Your whole body shudders, constricting around him with each wave of mind numbing pleasure that pulses through you, bringing his climax to meet yours.

He gently releases your restraints lays you only the bed properly before snuffing out the lights and joining you. You lay your head on his chest, ear just above his heart to listen to the slowing rhythm. His arms wrap around you and sleep comes effortlessly.

You wake to an empty room, sure that Hancock has some mayoral duties to attend to and hadn't wanted to disturb your deep sleep. For a moment you lay there in bliss until your thoughts catch up and you realize that you need to talk to Cooper. As if on que you hear a knock on the door and his voice on the other side, "Hey sleepyhead. We need to talk."

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The Country Doctor, Chapter 6: Confessions

Pairing: Dr. Leonard “Bones” McCoy x F!Reader (finally!). Other Characters are the usual suspects: Jim Kirk, Nyota Uhura, Spock, Christine Chapel, Scotty, Guinan. Eleanora McCoy, Miles Cooper, and Jocelyn (Leonard's ex-wife), Charlie (OMC, mentioned)

Word Count: 5618

Warnings: This is a long one, folks, but it's finally happening!! Minor mishap in the kitchen leading to Leonard slipping into "doctor mode", Leonard and the Reader FINALLY confess their feelings for each other, some K-I-S-S-I-N-G, greedy CEO scheming with Leonard's ex-wife, Reader meets Leonard's mother (by phone).

Summary: Fresh off of his divorce, Dr. McCoy receives word that he has inherited a 5,000-acre farm and home in Logan, Montana. Finally, he has an opportunity for a clean slate and to start his own clinic out west and leave his ex-wife behind. Along the way, he'll meet a cast of unique characters, each with a place in his new small-town life. But there could be trouble ahead in the form of a powerful CEO hell-bent on acquiring Leonard's property by any means necessary.

A/N: If you’ve been tagged here, it’s because you’ve interacted one or more times on a McCoy story of mine, or we’re moots. Whether you like or reblog, I am eternally grateful for your support. If anyone else would like to be tagged on any future Karl Urban character postings, or would rather leave the Crazy Train, please let me know. Thank you, and enjoy the show!

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One night you and Leonard were working together in the kitchen to prepare the evening meal. You were chopping vegetables for a tossed salad, while he was stirring the sauce and boiling noodles for spaghetti. This routine had become an almost daily occurrence with the two of you, which allowed you to introduce each other to treasured family recipes. His favorites were your pasta dishes, while yours was his chicken and dumplings. It was a way for you both to showcase your talents, as well as spend some time learning more about each other.

He was in the middle of relating a hilarious story from his med school days when the knife in your hand suddenly slipped. Instead of slicing a cucumber, the blade shifted and sliced into your thumb. You yelped in pain then dropped the offending piece of cutlery onto the counter with a clatter. Quickly you wrapped your hand around a towel and cradled it to your chest.

Leonard swiftly turned the knobs for the burners to the "off" setting and removed the pots from the heat. "Whoa, darlin', what happened?" he exclaimed as he cupped your elbow and guided you to the sink. "Here, let me see it." He carefully peeled back the towel to see a decent-sized yet precision gash across the side and into the pad of your left thumb. He reached over and turned on the cold water to wash away the blood.

"Sorry, if I'd been paying better attention, I would've sliced the vegetable instead of my stupid thumb," you muttered. Leonard pulled it out of the stream of water and blotted it dry with the towel. He studied it for a few moments to see if it would start bleeding again. "So, Doc, will I get to keep my thumb? Am I gonna live?" you asked him with a shaky grin.

He continued to examine the wound, which thankfully had gone from dripping blood to more of a slow seep. "Well, fortunately, your knives are well-sharpened, because that's a damn near surgical cut; therefore, it won't take long to heal. It's not deep enough for stitches, so I'd say you get to keep it. For right now, anyway," he smirked. "Wait here, and I'll be right back with the first aid kit. We'll get you fixed up in no time, sweetheart," he winked.

As he walked away, you shook your head and chuckled to yourself at his attempts at humor to comfort you and lighten up the situation. The pain had mostly subsided, leaving a throbbing sensation while you waited for him to return. What a klutz, slicing my own damn thumb open like that, you mentally face-palmed.

When he reappeared in the kitchen with the first aid supplies, he saw that you were perched on one of the barstools while you waited for him. The late evening sun streamed through the kitchen window, casting a warm, almost angelic glow around you. He watched as you examined your wound and frowned at what you likely perceived as your own clumsiness. In that moment, he realized how special you are to him, just by being yourself.

"Here we are, just what the doctor ordered," he called as he held up the bandages and disinfectant. He pulled over one of the other barstools to sit on and tend to what was more or less a minor injury. He held the alcohol wipe above the wound and cleared his throat to get your attention. "Now, this, uh....this may sting a little," he warned.

Though you expected it, when he swiped the antiseptic pad over the gash, it took 110% of your willpower not to scream and yank your hand away. You sucked in a sharp breath at the initial bite of the alcohol on the open cut and tried to breathe through the pain as you averted your eyes.

All of a sudden you felt relief in the form of a cooling sensation across the surface. When you looked down, Leonard was gently blowing on the affected area. This caused a shudder to run through your body, which did not go unnoticed. "You all right there, darlin'?" he asked.

You cleared your throat in an attempt to get your racing heart under some sort of control. "Yeah, I'm fine," you whispered. He bent his head downward again, to focus on the task at hand, but not before you caught the renewed tinge of pink that dusted his cheeks. He secured the bandage to your thumb and brought it to his lips, then gave you a sly grin.

He started gathering the remnants of the medical supplies used in the patch-up, but you tried to stop him. "Here, let me help with that," you requested as you got down from your barstool. However, your foot got hooked on one of the rungs, definitely making it less than an Olympic-worthy dismount. Without Leonard's quick reflexes, you would've ended up on the floor, but instead, he caught you in his arms.

A wave of warmth washed over him as he cradled you in his embrace. Holding you was a different experience than he'd had before with other women, even his ex-wife. With you, it was the most natural feeling, and he never wanted to let it, or you, go. He heard the hitch in your breathing and saw your pupils grow large at the proximity of his face to yours. The universe was giving him an opportunity, and he was for damned sure not going to waste it.

"Easy there, sweetheart," he murmured. "Don't need you back in the hospital with another serious injury," he teased.

Your heart was beating wildly within your chest and you prayed Leonard couldn't hear it. His face was so close to yours that you could see tiny flecks of gold in his eyes. Though the color was nearly invisible from the dilation of his pupils. His hair was still slightly damp from the shower he took after work and you were itching to drag your fingers through it. Your eyes darted to his lips, away then back again. So close, you thought. If I lean forward just a bit m--

There was no time to finish the thought because Leonard threw caution to the wind and closed the gap between you. The kiss was soft at first, his plump lips moving slowly with yours, searching, nearly begging for reciprocation. He was about to pull away when he felt you kissing him back, almost chasing his lips with a desperation to prove that you were on the same page.

"So beautiful," he whispered, momentarily breaking the kiss. He tilted your head back to dive in, with his head at the right angle to deepen it. Your hands slid up his toned, muscular chest to circle around his neck. When your fingernails gently scratched at the skin, you could feel his lips smiling against yours, producing a grin of your own. "You little minx," he mumbled.

The sound of a throat clearing brought you both out of your blissful trance and you broke apart to see who had entered the room. "I was going to ask what was for dinner, but looks like you two already had your appetizer," Jim smirked. "Please, feel free to continue," he razzed.

Leonard rolled his eyes. "Jim, don't you have something better to do? Dinner will be a bit delayed, we just got a little....sidetracked," he replied.

Jim snorted in amusement. "Sure, yeah, I can see that," he grinned. When you and Leonard refused to elaborate, he gave an exasperated sigh. "Fine, I'll come back later," he groaned.

As soon as he left the room, you and Leonard turned to each other and burst into laughter. "Feels like I just got caught by my ma while making out with the prettiest girl in school," he remarked.

"Oh yeah? Did you have a habit of 'making out' with pretty girls in the kitchen, where your ma could catch you?" you joked.

"Nope, you're the first and only one, darlin'," he admitted, not yet releasing you from his hold. "She would love you, you know. You're kind, smart, and you have a great sense of humor. All that in such a gorgeous package." He reached up to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear, then brushed the back of his knuckles along your jawline.

"Len," you playfully rolled your eyes, as you felt your cheeks grow warm under his touch and words of praise.

"What? Sweetheart, I'm just callin' it like I see it," he countered. "You've bewitched me, woman, but I'm sure as hell not complaining," he declared before swooping in to capture your lips again in a heated kiss.

"You're quite the charmer, Leonard McCoy," you replied softly, trying to catch your breath. "You and my dad probably would've gotten along well, and your charm would definitely have worked on my mom. Just like it did for me," you added with a smile.

"Is that so?" he asked, returning your smile. "Well, I'm sorry I didn't get the chance to meet them, 'cause I know how important they were to you. Speaking of parents, I did tell my ma I'd send her a plane ticket sometime to come out for a visit once I got settled," he recalled. "What do you say, darlin'? Are you up for meeting my ma?"

You thought for a moment, then sent him a beaming smile. "I think that's a great idea, I'd love to meet the woman who's such an important part of your life," you gushed.

"Hey, your ma's coming to visit? That's awesome! When will she be here?" Jim inquired. He poked his head into the kitchen and looked around, only to see that you and Leonard had left the room. "Wait a minute. Where's dinner?" He asked the ceiling as he raised his arms, only to drop them to his sides in exasperation.

***

After what happened in the kitchen, going forward, there was a noticeable shift between you and Leonard. It started with the lingering touches, fond smiles across the dinner table, and arms around shoulders and waists. Then it was followed by hugs that lasted a few seconds longer than they had before and random hand-holding.

Every so often, your lips would meet to express your innermost thoughts. Sometimes it would be for a peck on the lips or cheek in passing. More frequently, though, it hovered between soft, deeply passionate kisses with all the time in the world, and hungry, desperate, can't-live-without-you ones.

The more time you spent with each other, the more you wanted to be in each other's presence. You and Leonard had a standing "date" for the Farmer's Market on Saturdays. Hand in hand, you leisurely strolled from stall to stall and chatted with the vendors, who were always glad to see you. Movie nights were at least once a week, with Mimzy in regular attendance, curled up with one of you on the couch.

Nighttime was lonely, though, because as you lay in bed, your thoughts were nearly always about Leonard. You wondered what it would be like to wake up each day with him beside you, bed head and all, his raspy voice bidding you good morning.

His thoughts were along the same lines, constantly occupied with you. He longed to know the feeling of wrapping his arms around your warm body as you slept, or to hear your soft breathing, and seeing your eyelashes fluttering against your cheek.

For his part, Jim refrained from giving the two of you too much grief about your budding romance. He knew you were meant for each other from that very first day you and Uhura showed up to help them move in. He stopped short of shouting "I-told-you-so" from the highest mountain, smiling while he silently observed you growing closer together. As your mutual friend, he couldn't be happier for you, which he frequently expressed in his regular updates to Uhura.

***

A few weeks later, a large, thick brown envelope was delivered to the clinic. The return address showed Blue Mountain Survey and Mining Corp, which meant it should be the final report. You placed it in your desk drawer until you could inform Leonard that it had arrived.

It was important to him that you review it together, so it would have to wait until after the clinic closed for the day. The pages contained within that envelope represented a potentially significant change in his life. And he wanted to share everything about his life with you, past, present, and hopefully the future.

As if summoned by your thoughts, Leonard returned to the waiting room, with a patient and her daughter following behind him. "You and Bridget are all set, Mrs. Keller," he affirmed. "Drink plenty of fluids and get some rest. If your fever returns, or any new symptoms develop, please give my office a call." He then nodded in your direction. "My lovely assistant will take over from here with the rest of your paperwork," he winked at you.

Your cheeks grew warm from the affectionate smile he sent your way, then you returned your focus on the women before you. "Here you are, Mrs. Keller, your after-care summary, and your prescription has already been called into the pharmacy. Do either of you have any questions?"

"Not at the moment, dearie, thank you," Mrs. Keller answered. "That nice young doctor sure is sweet on you. You're a lucky lady," she remarked.

"Mama, don't tease her like that," Bridget gently admonished. "I'm so sorry," she whispered to you.

"It's okay, she's not telling me something I don't already know," you beamed. "He's a wonderful man, and quite handsome, too. Take care and have a nice evening!"

You smiled as you watched the ladies get into Bridget's car and drive away from the clinic. Before you could return to your chair and finish the daily filing, you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist from behind. "Hey there, sweetheart," Leonard murmured huskily near your ear. "Everything all right?"

"Hello yourself, Len," you giggled as a shiver went down your spine. "And yes, everything's fine. Before I forget, the packet from Blue Mountain came in today. Do you want to take a look at it?"

"Sure, we're done with all the appointments today, and no one's left in the waiting room. We can close up shop and head home," he suggested. "But first, how 'bout some 'sugar', Sugar?" he grinned.

You turned around, still in his arms, with your hands reaching up to cradle his neck. Then you pulled him down so your lips could meet in a slow, lingering kiss. "How's that for a little sweetness?" you asked.

"Like I want some more," he responded, then hungrily captured your lips with his. His tongue teased the seam of your lips, requesting entrance that you so eagerly granted. A small moan escaped from you, further igniting his desire as his hands roamed up and down your back. Your fingertips played with the short hairs at the base of his neck, lightly scratching at his skin. You smiled against his lips as you felt a shudder roll through his body.

"Wow," he whispered when you broke apart. Before he could kiss you yet again, his phone rang in his pocket. He checked the screen, then a wide grin stretched across his face when he noticed who was calling. He put the call on speakerphone, and enthusiastically belted out, "Hello!"

"Leonard, it's your mother. I just got your message, and I would love to fly out to see you, your house, and meet your delightful girlfriend," Eleanora gushed.

Her exuberant but sweet voice was exactly as you imagined it would be, which made you giggle. "Hello, Mrs. McCoy. It's great to finally meet you," you commented, and gave her your name.

She tsked good-naturedly, followed by, "Oh, now, none of that 'Mrs. McCoy' nonsense, my dear, that was my mother-in-law. You can call me 'Eleanora', 'Momma', or just 'Ma' if you want."

"Ma, let me get my office calendar, and then we can talk about dates for your visit, okay?" he told her, then handed you the phone. "Talk to Ma, sweetheart," he winked.

Flabbergasted at first, you nearly dropped his phone. "H-He'll be right back," you explained nervously.

"That's all right, now I have a chance to hear a little more about you," Eleanora replied. "How did you and Leonard meet?" While you waited for him, you explained that you met her son the day he moved in, and that you were currently working with him in the clinic. You told her about where you grew up, a little background on what brought you to the town of Logan.

By the time you'd finished, Leonard had returned, office calendar in hand. You passed his phone back to him so he could chat with his mother and coordinate her visit. He caught your gaze and gave you a heart-stopping smile, then returned to the phone conversation. He nodded when you motioned that you would meet him in the kitchen.

As you left the office, Leonard's eyes lingered on your retreating form long enough that he missed the question his mother asked. "Sorry, sorry, Ma," he mumbled. "What did you ask me?"

Once she realized the reason, Eleanora chuckled at how absent-minded he was. "A bit distracted, are we, Son? By the way, she's lovely, Leonard. A vast improvement over your first go-round, I'll tell you," she muttered.

He sighed deeply in contentment. "I'll say. She's great, Ma. Kind, compassionate, so smart, and she brings such a light to those around her."

She hummed in response to her son. "Is she pretty? Not that it's a deal-breaker, you see, only curious," she hastily added.

"Ma, she's beautiful, and not just on the outside. She has a beautiful soul as well that it....you just can't help but....love her," he replied softly.

"Do you? Do you love her?" she asked. "I know after Jocelyn, you might not know quite yet, or be afraid to--"

"Yes," he whispered.

"Then you should tell her. Soon. And don't give me any of that bull about 'what if she doesn't', because I can hear it in the way she talks about you. She does," Eleanora affirmed.

Leonard gave a faint huff of laughter. "Yes, ma'am. Now when should we have you come out here to meet her?"

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On the other side of the country, a meeting was taking place the following morning in the CEO's office at NorthStar Corp. A fashionably dressed woman, with elegantly styled dark brown hair, and piercing blue eyes approached the receptionist and gave her name.

A call was placed to Mr. Cooper's office, and she was escorted through the double doors then to a chair in front of the large wooden desk. After an offer of beverages was made and accepted, followed by an order from the CEO that they were not to be disturbed. His receptionist acknowledged his command with a quick nod and indicated she would be back when the refreshments were ready. She closed the doors behind her and returned to her desk to place the beverage order with the cafeteria.

"Well, Miles, you called me here, what's going on?" the woman drawled.

"I'm glad you asked, Jocelyn. There have been some new developments regarding your ex-husband that you should be made aware of," Cooper started.

Jocelyn snorted. "You summoned me to your offices to discuss my ex-husband?? I have nothing more to do with Leonard, not since the divorce was finalized. What makes you think I care anything about what he's doing with his life? I have my own life to live, thank you very much," she retorted.

Cooper leaned back in his chair, his steepled fingers resting on his chin. "You should care, Jocelyn. Leonard is living in Montana now, which means he may not be aware that you are married and therefore no longer entitled to spousal support. All it would take is one phone call, and you would be hauled into court and, at the very least, ordered to pay him back. Do I have your attention now?" he snarled.

Jocelyn was taken by surprise at Cooper's knowledge of her second marriage, but she quickly schooled her features to a neutral expression. "You do," she responded coolly.

"Now, he's living in a farmhouse situated on a piece of land that he inherited from a distant uncle. This land happens to contain some of the largest deposits of raw copper and other minerals in this country. He has so far stubbornly refused to sell this property to us or anyone else. He's more interested in being a 'country doctor' than the accumulation of such wealth," he sneered.

"Well, that's Leonard for you. He has no ambition, no vision of the future, or drive to succeed. He was never interested in advancing his career in medicine to hospital administrator or beyond.  Kept plugging away in that clinic of his. So, where exactly do I fit into all of this?" she asked.

"All of that wealth is just sitting below the earth's surface, waiting to be claimed. If we don't intervene and quickly, NorthStar Corp will lose any chance of getting its hands on any of it. There's too much at stake to let just anyone benefit from this situation. I have worked too long on this deal to see it closed with some other entity," he growled. "I will not be bested by some simple doctor, practicing medicine in the middle of nowhere."

Jocelyn considered Cooper's words for a few minutes. Charles will know how to administer the proceeds from the land's resources better than Leonard can, she surmised. He'll probably do something noble with it, like start a backwoods hospital with it or whatever, she internally grimaced. He has no idea how to manage money because he's never had much of it to speak of. I, on the other hand, will have no problem with it, especially with Charles by my side to help me.

"Well?" Cooper asked with a knowing smirk.

"Looks like I'm going to Montana," Jocelyn answered with a matching smirk.

***

The next few weeks leading up to the visit from Leonard's mother were a bit hectic at work. Cold and flu season had yet to make an appearance, but you and the good doctor knew it was just around the corner. Late nights in the clinic were spent restocking supplies and keeping up with the sudden influx of patients.

Fortunately, Leonard trusted you enough to handle the "vaccination only" patients, while he handled the other cases. Occasionally, Uhura stepped in to help with checking people in, printing reports, and filing the paperwork. Jim kept himself busy around the house, with anything from light housekeeping to small repairs and updates.

Somewhere in the chaos of preparing for Eleanora's visit, you and Leonard reviewed the surveyor's final report. It confirmed the existence of the copper and platinum, not silver, veins running beneath the land. In addition to sapphires, the report also mentioned pockets of garnets and agate throughout the property, providing material for the jewelry industry.

After he reviewed the report, Leonard's head began to swim with all of the information contained within it, especially the numbers. He'd never seen so many zeroes before, and had no concept of that much wealth, all at his disposal. What am I going to do with all of this? he wondered silently.

You grew concerned at seeing the furrow of his brow and the way his eyes darted back and forth across the pages. His thoughts were beginning to spiral, and you had to introduce some calm to the situation by shifting his focus. "Len? Honey? You want to let me in on what's going on? You seem a bit preoccupied."

Leonard took a deep breath before answering. "This is....a bit overwhelming, to say the least," he started. He talked for a while about what he thought he should do with the amount of wealth brought in from a mining operation such as this. You listened patiently, interjecting your thoughts and asking questions where appropriate, even coaxing a few laughs out of him.

"Listen, you don't have to decide anything right now. Those minerals have been there for probably thousands of years, and they ain't goin' anywhere," you pointed out. Then you suggested that it may be time to engage the services of an attorney. "We need one who specializes in this area of the law, so your interests are protected." You remembered that one of your friends' fathers was an attorney, so you offered to check with her.

"Thank you, darlin'." A puzzled look crossed your face as you asked why he was thanking you. "For being patient, listening to me, and knowing exactly what I needed without me having to say it."

A fond smile was sent his way in response. "Len, you don't ever have to thank me for that. Of course I'm going to be patient with you, listen to you, help you with whatever you need. I love....that I can be there for you," you remarked. That was close, you thought. Too close.

"And I promise to do the same in return, and to give you a shoulder you can lean on, to hold you when life gets too rough for you. I love....taking care of you, darlin'," he affirmed. Damn, that was close, he silently noted. Almost let the cat out of the bag.

>>>

That evening, the two of you curled up on the couch to watch a movie, after a quick dinner of tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. Mimzy, ever the attention-seeker, settled in next to you for once, instead of Leonard. Her little paws kneaded your thigh muscle before she leaned against you and closed her eyes. You were seated next to Leonard, his arm resting on the back of the couch, behind you.

Around halfway through the movie, your eyes started to droop and your head began to feel very heavy, until finally it fell onto Leonard's shoulder. His eyes flicked over in your direction, and he let out a soft chuckle when he noticed you were asleep. Carefully and without waking you, he draped his arm around your shoulder, which caused you to shift closer to him. Your arm stretched across his midsection and you gave him a gentle squeeze before sighing deeply in contentment.

Leonard delicately turned his head and pressed his lips to the crown of your head. "Darlin', I know you probably can't hear me, but....I love you," he murmured against your hair. "You've stolen my heart, but that's okay, because it belongs to you. Always." He nuzzled your cheek with his scruffy one, then closed his eyes as well.

Jim walked through the living room later that night. When he saw the two of you cozied up together, he snapped a picture with his phone, then chuckled to himself as he walked to his room. Lovebirds, he thought, with a satisfied grin on his face.

***

"So, how many days until you meet your future mother-in-law," Uhura joked as she sipped on her soda. When you told her you had some errands to run in town over your lunch break, she suggested meeting you for lunch. It had been a while since you had spent time together, so you agreed.

"Ha ha, very funny," you muttered. "Just because we've kissed, doesn't mean--"

"Wait, what?!? You never told me that!!" she exclaimed, then demanded for you to give her details. You explained how your first kiss came about, and how you've steadily been growing closer as the days go by. "I'm so happy for you, honey," she gushed. "You deserve a good man, and Dr. McCoy is one of the best."

"Yeah, he sure is," you agreed with a bashful smile, which set off a fit of giggles between you.

>>>

"I see things are progressing nicely with you and our lovely houseguest," Jim smirked. Leonard was making a sandwich for lunch before returning to laundry duties.

"Yeah, well, I don't kiss and tell," Leonard shot back, a smug grin on his face.

Jim's eyes widened at his friend's revelation. He had photographic evidence of them cuddling on the couch, but they've kissed?? "I'm impressed, Bones," he replied. "Definitely moving in the right direction."

"She's....amazing. My ma will be here in a couple of days, and I just know she's gonna love her," he affirmed.

"Of course she will. You deserve a good woman, and she's miles and miles ahead of your ex. One of the best I've ever met," Jim remarked.

"Absolutely."

***

The last patient of the day on Friday dropped off a flyer for the Holiday Festival, which was set to occur between Thanksgiving and Christmas. Among the events was a craft fair, a cookie exchange, and an old-fashioned Barn Dance, to be held at the Community Center. 

You closed the file cabinet after placing the final patient's paperwork within its drawers. As you turned around, you found Leonard perched lazily on the corner of your desk, his hands resting on his knees. "All done, sweetheart?" he asked.

"All finished, Boss," you drawled as you sauntered over to where he was sitting. You stepped between his legs and ran your hands along his arms and up to his shoulders. "Shall we head home? Traffic's always terrible this time of night, you know," you grinned.

"Oh, yeah, we really should get going, then," he chuckled. You stepped back to grab your belongings, by which time he stood waiting for you, his hand outstretched with his palm facing up. You easily slipped your hand into his, intertwining your fingers and giving them a gentle squeeze. "Ready?" to which you nodded.

Dinner passed as usual, filled with lively conversation, including what to do during Eleanora's visit. Cleanup was fairly uneventful, but completed quickly, with you washing and Leonard drying the dishes.

Tonight, though, a slightly awkward silence filled the room after the cleaning was finished. You stood with your back leaning against the counter, eyes trained on the floor and your bottom lip caught between your teeth. This did not escape Leonard's notice, and a concerned look crossed his face.

"Darlin'? Is everything all right? You seem a little worried about something," he gently prodded.

His question broke through your reverie and brought you back to the present. "Hmm? Oh, sorry, Len. I just have something on my mind," you responded.

Leonard stood in front of you and clasped your hands in his then gave you a tender smile. "I'm here for you, if you want to talk about it, sweetheart. Look," he gestured to one ear, then the other. "Two ears, no waiting, ready to listen," he joked.

You giggled a little at his silliness, which was a welcome relief from the thoughts currently swirling in your head. "Okay," you took a deep breath. "In less than two weeks, the Holiday Festival will be going on, and there's a dance. Will you--will you be my date? For the dance?" you asked timidly.

He let the words sink in, then a beaming smile spread across his face. "Of course I will. I would be honored to accompany you to the dance, sugar. Though I'm a little rusty with my two-step, but I'll give it my best shot," he replied.

"Well, whether or not you have two left feet, I love you just the same, Leonard," you responded, then immediately clapped a hand over your mouth.

"What?" he whispered. "What did you just say?"

Your mind raced as it tried to come up with some way, any way to fix this. There were two options: pretend you said something else, or come clean and confess how you felt about him. After a quick, internal debate, you decided he deserved the truth, so you would admit your feelings and let the Fates decide.

"You know, I've said, 'I love you' so many times to you in my head and in my heart," you started. "But, I suppose it doesn't really count unless I say it out loud. So I'm saying it now. I love you, Leonard McCoy."

The silence between you seemed to last an eternity and had you second-guessing your decision, then he finally spoke. "Darlin', you've opened places in my heart that I thought were closed after my divorce. I can't imagine my life without you, because it certainly wouldn't be as happy as it is with you in it. Now it's my turn to say it out loud. I love you," he declared.

Leonard's hands braced themselves on the edge of the counter behind you, caging you in. He slowly leaned forward to close the distance between you. As the gap grew smaller, your heart began to race with the anticipation of feeling his soft lips against yours. The two of you had kissed before, but now with the weight of your shared confessions, this kiss would be different.

When his lips touched yours, it sent a spark of electricity zipping through your body. Leonard moved forward another half-step until your bodies were nearly flush with each other. His hand lifted and hooked around your neck to maintain the connection as your mouths moved together. He smiled when he felt your breath across his skin as you sighed in contentment.

The need for oxygen finally won out, briefly breaking the kiss and also eliciting a quiet giggle out of you. As your emotions calmed a bit, you both became aware of Jim calling your names from the direction of the front door. "Wonder what he wants," Leonard mused.

"Ooh, could it be your mom? Did she maybe get an earlier flight?" you suggested. An excitement rose within you as you walked with Leonard to the door. Your head was practically buzzing at the possibility of meeting his mother sooner than you expected.

Jim stepped back from the entrance to meet you, clearly displeased at this turn of events. Leonard was puzzled, but brought his arm around your waist, then gazed into your questioning eyes. "Don't worry, sweetheart, we'll get this sorted out," he promised before moving to greet the visitor.

It didn't take long for any of your earlier enthusiasm to evaporate, as the person at the door was not Eleanora McCoy. "Jocelyn?" he whispered.

"Hello, Leonard."

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[atombombkaytee]

My Echo, My Shadow and Me

Summary: Hancock and I retire to The Third Rail after a long day to find that it’s particularly busy. Still, we manage to find a quiet spot to indulge in heavy flirting, booze and chems. However, I notice a shadowy figure across the room - somehow, neither Hancock or I recognise the stranger (another ghoul). Hancock is keen to introduce himself but the sheer amount of intoxicants we’ve consumed could have the potential to lead to a very interesting evening.

Pairings: Hancock x Female OC/Reader, Cooper Howard (The Ghoul) x Female OC/Reader

Warnings: (This first part is largely PG but we will see - in future parts - all of the following) Heavy alcohol/drug use, public groping, smut, MMF threesome, anal.

Part 1.

Occasionally, The Third Rail became so lively that you could easily delude yourself into believing that the bombs had never plummeted from the skies all those years ago. It is only when you're completely sober that you can discern that virtually every person in the vicinity disfigured by the enduring effects of radiation.

Nevertheless, the bustling crowds of sweaty bodies (dancing, laughing, and clinking their glasses without a care in the world) were surely reminiscent of what it was like pre-war. I couldn’t be sure. I was born into this shithole of a world. What would I know about living pre-bombs?  

I grunt a sarcastic chuckle into my pint glass, fogging the edges with my breath. I'm sure it was warmer in pre-war bars than it is here. Being underground in an old railway tunnel helps retain some heat, but there's a subtle yet constant breeze coming from somewhere.

Still, the alcohol helps. As do the masses of bodies. Alcohol helps with a lot of things. Even now, many still use it as a respite from the horrors of daily life. A beautiful dissociative escape, where the only thing that matters is the moment.

Unfortunately, I'm the only sober one tonight. Well, almost. I’ve managed to get one mixer deep, tucked in tight against the bar, waiting for Hancock to join me for a celebration. Today ended much later than we anticipated when a large group of Supermutants seeking revolution entered Boston Common. We dealt with them, of course, but it significantly cut into our relaxation time - something both Hancock and I equally hated. 

The dancing crowd swells behind me, swaying in time to Magnolia’s silky voice. Occasionally, someone brushes against my back. I'm desperate to feel more drunk. I tend to get irritable far more quickly when I'm sober, much like Hancock... maybe that's one of the reasons we've always gotten along. Feeling overstimulated, I swill back the ends of my glass and signal Charlie for another.

Lucky for me, no human could possibly serve booze as fast as that robot. It’s mere seconds before another full pint glass is in my hand and I greedily neck it back. I smile to myself, sensing the warmth in my belly spread into a pleasant haziness behind my eyes. These quadruple shots are certainly doing the trick.

An immense wave of gratitude washes over me as I perceive a hand between my shoulder blades. It unmistakably belongs to someone familiar, amidst the numerous inebriated strangers who have been using me as a prop for the last thirty minutes.

“Hey, dollface… how you holding up?”

He angles his head downwards, drawing himself nearer to me, enabling me to still take in his words amongst the competing sounds of music. In response, I offer a smile, albeit tinged with irony, and he promptly detects the subtle distress reflected in my eyes.

“Oh… well, why the hell are you sitting up here then?”  

With a light-hearted chuckle, he shifts his focus from me to locate Charlie. His hand instinctively wraps around the nape of my neck and delivers a playful squeeze, firm enough to hurt, yet, ultimately, conveying a sense of comfort and protection.

“Charlie - do this ol’ ghoul a favor and hand me that great, big bottle of whiskey - oh - and two glasses, if you’d be so kind?”

I can't help but watch him adoringly as he swoops in to solve all of my problems, like always. I've only spent a little over four months working alongside him, but I'm pretty sure that I'm falling for him. He's courageous yet gentle, sweet yet just, violent yet empathetic. I've come to realize that he's a very intricate person... well, ghoul. And, boy, does he know how to make me feel good.

Ignoring our rather large age gap - human/ghoul relationships aren’t uncommon in the wasteland, although they are generally disapproved of in most settlements. Except here. Here, in Goodneighbor, things are different. Here, Hancock and I can openly celebrate our relationship and relax in public without any judgment. As the Mayor, Hancock receives special privileges that he graciously extends to me. Moreover, the majority of the residents in Goodneighbor are ghouls themselves, and those who are human are generally open-minded outcasts who have found a welcoming home here. It's an ideal situation.

“Follow me…” He murmurs intimately next to my ear. With his palm placed reassuringly on the small of my back, he guides me smoothly through the mass of people - most of whom acknowledge their mayor with a rowdy toast of their glasses.

Once we’re out of the thickest part of the crowd, he grabs hold of my hand and leads me to a dimly lit table for two at the very back of the room. Both the noise level and the number of people are much more bearable here. I plonk myself down on the torn couch - enjoying the coolness of the leather seat against the back of my tired thighs.

“Jesus… thanks for rescuing me, yet again…” I snigger, holding my glass in place while Hancock pours a generous serving of whiskey. The liquid fills the vessel with a rich, golden hue.

“Why the hell is it so busy in here tonight!?”

Hancock puts the whiskey bottle back on the metal table between us with a thud, causing several small white flecks of paint to flutter to the ground. He leans back comfortably against the sofa, draping his spare arm around my shoulder while he surveys the room.

“You tell me, sunshine! Could be since we cleared up those raider gangs last week? Could just be a few more people traveling through.”  

His black eyes glisten and gleam like polished onyx under the sporadic beams of the spotlights that intermittently flash across his face. The aura of pride he exudes is palpable, adding even more charm to his demeanor. Seeking refuge in his presence, I nuzzle closer to the comforting warmth emanating from his body, finding solace as I press my cheek against his faded scarlet duster coat. Meanwhile, I continue to take measured sips from my glass of whiskey, relishing its smooth taste.

The mist brought on by alcohol is steadily encroaching upon my senses. I have firm intentions of becoming extremely drunk, and with Hancock already pouring himself another drink, it seems obvious that he shares that inclination.

(Part 2)

(Part 3)

(Part 4)

[lilbabjojo]

Your intro post says you do fanfics, can we see one where Carmilla takes care of Vaggie for the whole day but she's feeling fussy/not cooperative.

Pairing: Caregiver Carmilla and Little Vaggie.

Vaggie is around 2-3 in this fic, as she's more verbal than normal.

Vaggie had just thrown her plate at Carmilla, sobbing at her highchair. Carmilla sighed, trying not to allow her annoyance to show through. It was a week after the extermination, and Charlie had dropped Vaggie off, saying that Vaggie was struggling and refusing to regress. Carmilla had gotten her to regress, but that had been the easiest part.

"Mija..." Carmilla sighed. Vaggie continued to cry, on the verge of hyperventilating. Carmilla gently picked her up, holding her close. She rubbed Vaggie's back as she cried, feeling her calm down slightly. "Can you talk to me, dear?"

Vaggie shook her head, moving her hands into her hair and starting to pull. Carmilla stopped her, moving her hands away from her head. Vaggie flapped her semi-restrained hands.

"I'm sorry, but I can't let your hands go. I can't let you hurt yourself, Vaggie," Carmilla said softly. Vaggie cried into her chest, shaking in the older woman's arms. Carmilla moved to the living room, turning off the light and sitting down on the couch. She rocked Vaggie gently, humming softly.

Slowly, Vaggie started calming down enough to speak. "I-I... 'm sorry Mama."

"What for?" Carmilla asked, letting Vaggie's hands go in favor of running her own hands through the Little's hair.

"Been bad," Vaggie said into her chest softly. Carmilla frowned, her heart feeling as though it was breaking.

"Mija, you weren't being bad. You had a lot of feelings. From what Charlie has told me, you've had a rough week," Carmilla explained. "You need rest."

Vaggie nodded, taking shaky breaths.

"Everyone has bad days, dear. It doesn't make everyone bad people, does it?" Carmilla asked.

"N-No," Vaggie replied.

"That's right. Do you want to try for food again?" Carmilla asked.

"Baba 'nstead?" Vaggie asked.

"Of course. Thanks for using your words, carina," Carmilla praised. "Do you want cartoons while I make it for you?"

Vaggie nods. "Stababy?"

"For the cartoons or your milk?"

"Bof?" Vaggie asked.

"Of course," Carmilla said, turning on the TV that Clara and Odette had eventually convinced her to get and selecting the old Strawberry Shortcake.

Carmilla went into the kitchen, pulling out Vaggie's favorite purple bottle and the ingredient for her milk. She added some adult formula to her strawberry milk, making sure Vaggie would get proper nutrition, before shaking it and heating it up for a minute. She tested the temperature, before returning to the livingroom.

"Hey Mija, your milk is ready. Do you want help?" Carmilla asked. Vaggie pointed to Carmilla, who gently picked her up. Carmilla placed the nipple of the bottle near Vaggie's mouth, who latched on sleepily. Carmilla smiled slightly.

Soon enough, the milk was gone, and Vaggie had fallen asleep. Carmilla turned off the TV. She gently carried Vaggie to her room, laying her in her bed, which had safety rails attached to prevent falling. She tucked her in, making sure she had her special plush, before kissing her on the forehead and leaving the room.

[schlattsdoll]

fuckboi chapter one: in love with the morning light

minors dni

pairing: fratboy! jschlatt x fem!reader

warnings: drinking mentions, nicknames {pipsqueak} enemies to lovers,

notes: based on an actual mixer i went too yay!

word count:

it was another mundane day at the local college, sorority girls chatting away about what fraternities’ parties they planned on going too, football players talking about the upcoming game, and then there’s you. stuck in the middle with your small group of friends discussing party themes. charlie and ted, brothers of kappa beta, but you couldn’t forget their president, johnathan schlatt. the only member of the small kappa crew you didn’t like. he was attractive, sure, but he knew it, which made him all the more arrogant. all the girls fawned over him, instantly dumbing themselves down for a chance to go home with him. not you though, you saw through his façade and saw him for what he really was; an absolute fuckboy.

he sits down at your table in the common area, next to his vice president. "what's up pipsqueak?" jay addresses you as he pops a chip from ted's bag into his mouth. you groan at the nickname, rolling your eyes at the larger man. a signature smirk finds its way across his face while a hand runs through his chestnut locks, he continues to say something about that weekend's party theme, a KB- well any frat really- classic one at that, "beer olympics man! we haven't had a proper one in so long. c'mon everyone'll love it." ted nods in agreement, "schlatt has a point, it's a great classic theme for a reason, but how many other frats are gonna do that this week?" you chime in with a "make it more fun, make it so you pick partners out of a hat, then you're tied together all night. like literally, have string connecting people at the hip." "y/n, this is why we keep you around!" charlie smiled, rushing to make the flyer for saturday. "who knows, maybe she'll actual meet someone." schlatt chuckled as he drank his soda, leading to a swift kick from under the table from you. "i have class see you guys later." and you ran off to your next class.

you weren't in a sorority, and didn't go out much aside from when ted and charlie begged you to go to a party as it's winding down, or your roommate for that matter too. roxanne, or roxy as she liked to be called, had been your partner in crime since freshman year, and your sole confidant, telling her things not even ted and charlie know. she was a true friend, who pushed you to come out of your shell.

texting her about the party and what schlatt said to you, she quickly responded "i know you hate 'em but jay has a point. you might meet someone if you go when people are actually there." you hated to even hear the name "jay" and "right in the same sentence, but sadly he was, and so was roxy. deciding to put yourself out there, you texted her saying "i hate that you’re right. i'm texting teddy that we're going."

saturday night rolled around, you and roxy getting ready for the big night. she curls her hair while you style yours to perfection, thankful it’s cooperating with you. maybe tonight won’t be such a disaster after all, you think to yourself. as you two dig through your respective closets trying to find appropriate outfits for a frat party, you land on a black cropped cami, a pair of mom jeans and some beat up sneakers you didn’t mind getting dirty. “oh wait let’s match! so if we get paired together we look cute.” roxy said, grabbing the same top as you but in white.

as you made your way to the KB house, your stomach turned. you didn’t go out to large parties very much, and really the only people you knew were ted, charlie and roxy and schlatt unfortunately. you secretly hoped that roxy would be with ted so she can get over her crush on him, but also you wanted a chance to hang out more with your best friend in his natural habitat. walking up to the door, charlie is outside setting up a pong table. “hey! y/n, roxy, good to see you guys finally out!” he smiles kindly and hugs you both, then opens the door for you two. inside you’re greeted by a sea of people you don’t recognize. maybe not a sea, more like a large lake, but still your anxiety shot up.

ted is standing at the door, unattached from his partner who ran off with another brother. “ladies, pick your fate tonight!” he tells you with his usual dramatic flair. roxy pulls out the name and you see a j and hope it’s schlatt, but no, it was jack. “jack is uh, a little busy with kerri, my partner right now. i don’t mind taking his place roxy.” he offers to her. he presents a bit of string and ties it to the belt loop of her jeans. “i hope you’re good at pong.” roxy smiles back and secures herself to ted.

you unravel your paper and see a j as well. as you unfold more of it you see a longer name, oh no.

johnathan.

schlatt approaches you and smirks, that signature smirk you wanna slap right off his face.

“guess you’re stuck with me pipsqueak.” he ties himself to your waist. “gotta say, i’m shocked you came out tonight. don’t worry we’ll have fun.” he winked at you as you got ready for the worst night of your life.

oh how wrong you’d be.

[1n-bl0om]

my ghostfaces ranked

+ explanations

a list no one asked for

SCREAMVI SPOILERS

1.) jill roberts

she deceived everyone and used charlie to conduct most of the killing. iconic ghostface and got the closest to ending sidney. her reveal wasn’t big but her being ghostface is what makes the reveal so amazing

2.) roman bridger

scream 3 is overhated. it is iconic and campy. roman is the only ghostface to work by himself. he has the most kills with 9 and has an amazing motive. his fight with sidney in act three is incredibly choreographed and entertaining to watch. he also supplies the evidence to persuade billy into killing maureen. roman started it. 

3.) billy loomis

the og. so suspicious and clever that people thought he was a red herring. quite sadistic and solid motive. so cynical

4.) stu macher

just a silly guy. in it for the shits and giggles. very entertaining and so well put together. him being ghostface was an amazing plot point

5.) mickey altieri & amber freeman

they give off the same energy. if amber was related to mickey, i wouldn’t be surprised. they are both over the top and psychotic. amazing kills and so exciting to watch during act three. amber has an exciting reveal, her character does a whole 180. and mickey is theatrical, playing upon sidney’s fear and trauma from billy to trick her from letting derek go

6.) charlie walker

some of the most brutal and gruesome kills in the franchise. severely underrated because he was paired with jill. when i think of the most brutal kill in the scream franchise i think of olivia and her being gutted in her room. amazing kills.

7.) detective bailey

when he didn’t turn around and just shot kirby, i was gagged. he surprised me and was clever with his kills. the bodega scene was amazing and incredibly suspenseful

8.) ethan landry

jack champion did an amazing job playing him. ethan is the ghostface in the apartment and the one who kills anika. people believe that it was detective bailey because of the econ alibi. the alibi was checked by bailey, which would leave ethan off the hook and out of questioning. jack champion himself is the person playing ghostface in those scenes. in an interview a director said that they say it’s ethan because of jack. ethan kills anika and quinn’s hookup. he also survives a stab to the throat.

9.) quinn bailey

she took out gale’s boyfriend, incapacitated gale, and stabbed mindy. she took out three possible targets that would interfere with the plan, and everyone thought she was dead. an interesting gf but she died fairly quick

10.) mrs loomis / nancy loomis

solid motive but she wasn’t as substancial as mickey. she managed to kill randy (r.i.p.) and cici cooper. had amazing kills but lacked in act three. her being billy’s mom was a surprise

11.) richie kirsch

was amazing at playing the clueless boyfriend, but he is the least entertaining ghostface. he only had a few kills and was a predator. he surprised me by being ghostface but the more i thought about it the less surprising it was. he is the least clever ghostface but still a solid villain

the killers related to sidney >>>

[priceseyes]

I did a thing. basically how I view the relationship of lucy/charlie/cooper. (they all equally love one another btw)

[ala-baguette]

Do you think Aurors are the same as Muggle cops, or do you think it's different?

Ah, I anticipated this follow-up question (and the political undercurrent that comes with it). The Magical Law Enforcement Patrol would be akin to "cops." Aurors are different. And I think canon gives us plenty of evidence for the distinction:

"[Moody's] retired, used to work at the Ministry," said Charlie. "[...] He was an Auror-- one of the best... a Dark wizard catcher," he added, seeing Harry's blank look.

"[...] I only hope we can catch whoever's [charming the regurgitating toilets]." "Will it be Aurors who catch them?" "Oh no, this is too trivial for Aurors, it'll be the ordinary Magical Law Enforcement Patrol."

"Well, it'd be cool to be an Auror," said Ron in an offhand voice. "Yeah, it would," said Harry fervently. "But they're, like, the elite," said Ron. "You've got to be really good."

"Well, I thought of, maybe, being an Auror," Harry mumbled. "You'd need top grades for that," said Professor McGonagall, extracting a small, dark leaflet from under the mass on her desk and opening it. "They ask for a minimum of five NEWTs, and nothing under 'Exceeds Expectations' grade, I see. Then you would be required to undergo a stringent series of character and aptitude tests at the Auror office. It's a difficult career path, Potter; they only take the best. In fact, I don't think anybody has been taken on in the last three years." [...] "What sort of character and aptitude tests do the Ministry do on you, if you get enough NEWTs?" "Well, you'll need to demonstrate the ability to react well to pressure and so forth," said Professor McGonagall, "perseverance and dedication, because Auror training takes a further three years, not to mention very high skills in practical defense. It will mean a lot more study even after you've left school [...]"

"I was born [a Metamorphmagus]. I got top marks in Concealment and Disguise during Auror training without any study at all, it was great." "You're an Auror?" said Harry, impressed. [...] "Yeah," said Tonks, looking proud. "Kingsley is as well; he's a bit higher up than I am, though. I only qualified a year ago. Nearly failed on Stealth and Tracking, I'm dead clumsy [...]"

"Having Aurors on our side is a huge advantage-- Kingsley Shacklebolt's been a real asset too. He's in charge of the hunt for Sirius, so he's been feeding the Ministry information that Sirius is in Tibet."

"I [Voldemort] dared not go where other humans were plentiful, for I knew the Aurors were still abroad and searching for me."

"[Frank and Alice] were Aurors, you know, and very well respected within the Wizarding community," Mrs Longbottom went on. "Highly gifted, the pair of them."

"I'm sure you are an excellent Auror, [Dawlish], I seem to remember that you achieved 'Outstanding' in all your NEWTs [...]"

From the above quotes, we can glean that becoming an Auror requires higher education and training, stringent exams, and is exceedingly competitive and exclusive (none of which is particularly true of a Muggle police officer). We can gather that they are a particularly well respected profession and that these individuals are viewed as smart, magically powerful, and admirable people. We also understand that they are not concerned with petty criminals and your run-of-the-mill misdemeanors, but are pulled in specifically for cases involving individuals accused of Dark Magic on a much larger scale. We know them to be a governmental agency and can see that their jurisdiction is not confined to Magical Britain and Ireland, but that they do work abroad (presumably in cooperation with the government of those nations). The conclusion I reach is that Aurors are more akin to detectives/investigators with institutions more similar to Muggle Interpol, the National Crime Agency, and the Secret Intelligence Service.

And, one can only hope, lack the institutionalized racism.

[sweetness-pop]

My 20 Interspecies Couples In MothZilla Cosplay List! 🦖💗🦋

1) Vegeta x Bulma of Dragon Ball

2) Knuckles the Echidna x Rouge the Bat of Sonic the Hedgehog

3) Sly Cooper x Carmelita Fox of Sly Cooper

4) Legosi x Haru of Beastars

5) Falco Lombardi x Katt Monroe of Star Fox

6) Ratchet x Talwyn Apogee of Ratchet & Clank

7) PaRappa Rappa x Sunny Funny of PaRappa the Rapper

8) BoyFriend x GirlFriend of Friday Night Funkin'

9) Spyro x Elora of Spyro

10) Klonoa x Lolo of Klonoa

11) Blitzø x Stolas of Helluva Boss

12) Silver the Hedgehog x Blaze the Cat of Sonic the Hedgehog

13) Toro Inoue x Jun Mihara of Doko Demo Issyo

14) Charlie Morningstar x Vaggie of Hazbin Hotel

15) Giroro x Natsumi Hinata of Keroro Gunso

16) Hunter x Bianca of Spyro

17) Guntz x Leorina of Klonoa

18) Kirby x Ribbon of Kirby

19) Tomoe x Nanami Momozono of Kamisama Hajimemashita

20) Shinra Kishitani x Celty Sturluson of Durarara!!

& ✨BONUS✨:

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Rocket Raccoon x Lylla the Otter of Marvel Comics

The GODZILLA (King of Kaiju) cosplayers 👑🦖:

1) Vegeta

2) Knuckles

3) Sly

4) Legosi

5) Falco

6) Ratchet

7) PaRappa

8) BF

9) Spyro

10) Klonoa

11) Blitzø

12) Silver

13) Toro

14) Charlie

15) Giroro

16) Hunter

17) Guntz

18) Kirby

19) Tomoe

20) Shinra

✨BONUS✨: Rocket

& The MOTHRA (Queen of Kaiju) cosplayers 👑🦋:

1) Bulma

2) Rouge

3) Carmelita

4) Haru

5) Katt

6) Talwyn

7) Sunny

8) GF

9) Elora

10) Lolo

11) Stolas

12) Blaze

13) Jun

14) Vaggie

15) Natsumi

16) Bianca

17) Leorina

18) Ribbon

19) Nanami

20) Celty

✨BONUS✨: Lylla

Yosh! In your opinion, & out of all of them, pretty please vision in your mind and choose which pair(s) would be the best Interspecies cosplayers as our KING & QUEEN of the MONSTERS! 👑🦖💖🦋👑

[iwritefandomimagines]

REGRET — COOPER HOWARD/JOHN HANCOCK

masterlist

part one | part three [coming soon]

pairing: new bf!cooper howard/the ghoul x reader, ex-bf!john hancock x reader

description: you finally head to goodneighbor for a well earned rest… but hancock’s jealousy (and cooper’s possessiveness) might get in the way of that.

warnings: angst, swearing, jealous!hancock this time as well as jealous coop when you talk to him hehe.

author’s note: ok so i didn’t want hancock to be an ass (like that’s my og ghoul bf🤝) so he’s less of a prick than initially intended while cooper is… well… himself. but i hope u enjoy <3 part one linked above and smutty pt.3 coming soooon

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“Ya sure you’re alright with this, sweetheart?”

Cooper calling you sweetheart had once ignited within you a combination of fear and excitement, never quite knowing whether he was doing so to tease you or with some semblance of affection.

Now, though, it spread warmth throughout your body — a sense of comfort knowing that he cared about you, with sweetheart being just one amongst a myriad other terms of endearment he used for you.

“‘S okay, Coop,” you tightened your grip on his arm where yours curled around it, “I got you, I’ll be fine.”

He hummed, seeming satisfied with your response as he leaned to press a kiss to your forehead, “If he so much as—,”

“He’s not gonna do anything, good or bad,” you shook your head, “He’ll probably just play the hospitable mayor and pretend he don’t know me, if anything.”

Cooper looked down at you now, trying hard to decipher your emotions.

You could tell, even after days of trying to reassure him, that he still had some fear you’d abandon him to return to a life in Goodneighbor once you saw Hancock again.

You leaned in a little closer, head resting on his shoulder as you made your way towards The Third Rail, heaving in a deep sigh at the familiar warmth it brought you.

You fought hard to ignore the stares coming your way, or the mumblings of Hancock’s men as they nodded for you to head on down.

“Alright, darlin’,” Cooper cooed, leading you to the bar, “What’dya want?”

Immediately upon replying (a bourbon, as always) you felt a shadow of a figure appear at your other side, as if he’d had a radar set for your arrival.

Cooper seemed uncharacteristically unaware for a moment as he busied himself ordering from Charlie, all while your former lover’s breath fanned over your neck.

“Well I never,” god, just hearing his voice again made your throat dry up… Even more so when you turned and saw his pained expression, “Didn’t count on ever seeing you here again. Especially not with company.”

The way he spat the last word made you shiver, unused to hearing him speak so harshly to you.

“We’ll be out of here in a few days— we just had a hell of a week,” you swallowed thickly, avoiding catching his intense gaze with yours, “I’m sorry, we shouldn’t have—,”

It was now that your travelling companion noticed the other ghoul at your side, a snide grin on his face, “Well fuck me, didn’t take ya long did it?”

Before you looked at him you’d worried this was directed at you — that he thought somehow Hancock’s presence beside you had been invited.

But one glance saw his steely gaze fixed on the man before him, simultaneously threatening as well as mocking.

“Long time no see, Mayor. My sweet lil Y/N over here told me you’d been oh so hospitable last time she was here,” his hand fell to your waist possessively, watching Hancock’s eyes follow the action, “So we’re crashing at the Rexford for a couple nights if it ain’t no trouble.”

Hancock scratched the back of his neck, contemplating how to respond.

“We can leave if you want, John,” you choked on your words as you realised your error, “Mayor.”

“‘S fine, doll,” he bit, forcing a smile for you as he glared across at Cooper, “Welcome as long as you need. Can I speak to you alone for a minute though? Won’t keep ya long.”

You looked over at Cooper, not to seek permission but just to see how the request had gone down with him.

He was less than impressed.

“Is that a good idea?” you whispered shyly, fiddling with your fingers as you eyed the floor.

“Why wouldn’t it be, sunshine?” Cooper’s teasing seemed to have extended to be at your expense now too, and though you knew it was probably just 200 odd years of loneliness impairing his filter — you had to fight back the urge to roll your eyes, “‘S okay. We’ve got a hotel room to ourselves tonight, can’t keep you to myself the whole evening, can I? Much as I can’t wait to get you alone.”

You watched Hancock kiss his teeth — he knew Cooper was just trying to get a rise out of him, but it was certainly fucking working.

He chose to ignore him.

“C’mon, darlin’. Just a minute’s all I need.”

You sighed, “One minute.”

You followed him out of the room, cautious of the privacy you were being afforded as you turned to send Cooper a shy smile.

“How long’d it take you to find him, huh?” his voice wasn’t accusatory, he just sounded sad, “I ain’t trying to start a fight, I just hoped if I saw you again we might make things right. Didn’t expect you to be with someone else.”

You scoffed, “John, you ended things between us and it really fuckin’ hurt. I’m not sure you really get to be jealous or hopeful or whatever this is.”

“I made a mistake, sunshine,” he stepped towards you, “Been layin’ off the chems a little more since you left and I’ve been seeing straighter. I missed you.”

You gulped, feeling bile rise up your throat at his words.

Months ago, you’d most likely have jumped straight into his arms and forgiven him.

Now, it pricked it your heart in a totally different way. While it comforted you to know he’d made a change since losing you, it hurt that he couldn’t have done it sooner.

Besides, you were finally happy again now — Cooper made you happy.

“It’s a little late for that, don’tcha think?” you pouted, “And I know you’re more mad ‘cause he’s a ghoul when that’s like half the reason you decided we couldn’t be together.”

“I just thought— well, think, you deserve better,” Hancock frowned, “I’m just surprised.”

You sighed, “C’mon, don’t condescend me because you’re jealous.”

“I’m not condescending you,” he suddenly looked irritated more than sad as he had before, “You’re travelling around with a fuckin’ bounty hunter who’s bad news when you were—we were happy.”

“I’m happy with my fuckin’ bounty hunter, too,” your fingers made air-quotes as you snapped at him, “Can I remind you again who ended things here?”

“Alright, you’re right. I’m being jealous, but you can’t blame me,” he sighed defeatedly, closing his eyes for a moment contemplatively, “I’m really struggling since I’ve been cuttin’ down on the chems and—,”

You laughed bitterly, “Oh so you only miss me ‘cause you need something else to fixate on?”

“Low blow, huh,” he huffed, “You were the best thing that ever happened to me, sweetheart. I miss you ‘cause you’re you. Just got a clearer mind so can’t do anything to keep you off it now.”

“John…” he was stood closer to you now, and you were trembling under his close gaze, “I’m sorry—you broke my heart for no real reason and this is just—,”

“I’m sorry for treatin’ you like you can’t make your own decisions and— well, I fucked up. I regret it more than I’ve ever regretted anything,” he chuckled at his own words, “And I’ve done a whooole lot worth regretting.”

He drew in a sharp breath as you stayed silent for a moment, waiting for some kind of response that he never received.

You stood silently, biting your lip as you tried to calm your unsteady heartbeat with deep breaths.

He unfolded his arms, raising goosebumps on your skin as his hand rested on your forearm, “Look, Y/N, I ain’t gonna do anything you don’t want, I just had to see if there was any hope—he ain’t just any ghoul, I just don’t wanna see you with the wrong people.”

Before you could reply, you heard a kerfuffle outside, low grumblings of “you can’t go in there” and “wait outside” punctuated by the door swinging open to reveal Cooper.

“The only wrong person for Y/N right now is you, Mayor, so if I were you I’d watch where your hand’s going damn carefully.”

If looks could kill, Goodneighbor would’ve been mayorless in that moment.

Hancock didn’t retract his hand though, only raising his other one to dismiss his men, “Heh, you’ve made a lapdog out of the big bad bounty huntin’ ghoul I see, sweetheart.”

You watched Cooper’s hand rest on his gun at his side, staring at him a wide-eyed.

You knew he wasn’t stupid enough to shoot the mayor and that he was merely trying to threaten him, but it panicked you all the same.

“This here might be your town, but that there is my girl,” okay, his possessiveness could be really hot, “And if ya think I’m gonna let you sweet talk her after breakin’ her pretty little heart? Well, them chems really done fucked up your brain.”

The mayor shook his head, “Oh you’ve made that quite clear, but Y/N’s a big girl and can make her own damn decisions,” he glanced over at you now, “Me and you were happy before I went ‘n’ screwed things up, you can’t blame a man for trying.”

“Well, your mission failed,” Cooper pouted teasingly as he sauntered to your side and hooked your waist to pull you in close to him.

“Oh, ‘m sure you’ve had plenty of them, cowboy,” Hancock laughed through gritted teeth, sad eyes watching you lean into your new partner’s side, “Well, we had some good times sunshine, but I can see you‘ve moved on ‘n’ it looks like I can’t do anything about that.”

You sent him a small smile, looking up at Cooper for a moment to find him watching carefully for your response.

“I’m sorry, John,” you frowned, contemplating reaching out to hug him in a tactile show of forgiveness, “You’re right, things have changed. But that don’t mean our time together meant nothing to me.”

He smiled sadly at you, eyes briefly flickering to send daggers in Cooper’s direction.

You continued, “And I hope us being here don’t cause any trouble now. I’m happy, ‘nd I want you to be as well. We’ll, uh, see you around?”

“I’m glad you’re happy, really,” Hancock cooed, “Even if it’s with him. So yeah, I’ll see you around, gorgeous. Stay safe.”

“You don’t think I can keep her safe?” Cooper challenged, hand on his hip again as he snarled at him.

Hancock scoffed, “For someone so certain she doesn’t want me anymore, you sure are determined to make this a pissing contest, aren’t you?”

“C’mon, this is ridiculous,” you huffed, “I’m right here, for fucks sake. Right now I just need a drink, so if you guys are gonna carry on like this I’ll just go get one on my own, I guess.”

Hancock heaved in a deep sigh, itching for a hit of Jet given all the tension this conversation had left lingering in the room.

He didn’t want to fight over you like a possession, and he knew that really Cooper didn’t either.

“‘M sorry, Y/N,” he stepped back, turning to walk away, “Go on. I’ll see you soon.”

“Wouldn’t count on it,” Cooper hummed, and you nudged his side at the continued warpath he seemed to be on, “Now c’mon sweetheart, we got a hotel room to get to.”

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ok so this ended with cooper pissing you off in order to make way for makeup sex in part 3 basically hehe. im not sure how i feel so will probs come back to edit but i hope you enjoyed!!! feel free to request more… ive got a fluffy hancock fic almost finished too <3 in the meantime here’s my masterlist. x

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I am Pearly_Pairings on AO3—typically I write fic for Stranger Things with the occasional dive into Twin Peaks for shits and gigs! I adore reading/writing tropes like opposites attract, tooth-rotting fluff, and tons of comfort. I've compiled most of of my fics, drabbles, and moodboards here :)

Updated 8/30/24 ✍️

Stranger Things- Eddie x Chrissy

✨so much (for) stardust stardust-inspired || mild angst to fluffy ending || 5.5k one-shot 💐 In the Shade of Aurelias  chrissy-centric || fantasy/nobility au || WIP 9/? || updated 2/2/24 ⚰️ all good dates at the cemetery chrissy POV || heavy angst, happy ending || inspired by that smallville cemetery scene || 3k one-shot 🍃 not a sound, but the wind  hurt/comfort || no vecna/upside down au || completed- 19k wc 🎨 painting (a masterpiece):  established relationship || fluff/comfort; first apartment || 4k one-shot 📜 Dear Donna,  chrissy POV || penpal letter format || canon divergent/fix-it|| completed- 8.5k wc 🧮 Meet Me at Our Spot  library meet-cute || no vecna-upside down, fast-burn || 10k one-shot 🌧️Open the Sky and Let Her Come Down  sleepover/crush confessional || pining, friends to lovers || completed- 10k wc 🤘 Do or Die  S4 fix-it || slow-burn, hurt/comfort || completed- 61k wc 

Stranger Things- Jonathan x Chrissy

📸 there is a light that never goes out  jonathan-centric || no upside-down au, slow burn || completed- 51k wc

active wip!💡 Let the Light In (sequel to TIAL ^^) chrissy-centric || still a slow burn baby, angsty, happy ending || wip ch 3/?|| 8/29/24

photocheer moodboards and blurbs:)

Stranger Things- Steve x Chrissy

🍸 The Coast is Clear - inspired by this post country club shenanigans || friends to lovers, mutual pining, fluffy first kiss || 5.5k one-shot

Stranger Things- Patrick x Chrissy

active wip!burnin' through the darkest night patrick-centric || next door neighbors, angst & a whole lot of pining babes || wip ch3/? || 6/25/24 patrick x chrissy moodboard

Stranger Things Series 🧮

Letters from Max Mayfield : collection of letters written by Max to her family & the Party based on canon S4 hellcheer word prompt series: drabbles and ficlets in response to monthly word/phrase prompts, like party crashing, tattoo, sewing

Coming Soon✨: charlie's angels au for Nancy, Chrissy and Robin 🔫💋🔊

☕Coffee and Contemplation ST x Twin Peaks || Agent Cooper POV || supernatural mystery || on hiatus; last updated 2.5.23 🔥🔥 Twin Flames Divided laura & audrey || canon compliant, complicated friendship, angst || 2.5k one-shot

Masterlist of 2024 Birthday Prompts tumblr event

various ST pairings: hellcheer, photocheer, clarkelley, stali, platonic stobin

12 days of birthday-themed prompts

drabbles, ficlets, and fics depending on the prompt :)

*will be updated as more is added!*