You don’t know how it started. But from the moment you met Fionn, you wanted to know him. He was sweet, mysterious and there was something about him that made him different, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. You had, what you called, a “friend crush” on Fionn. He was cute, sure. But he had also become one of Harrys best friends. You had never liked one of Harrys friends as more than a friend, and you sure as hell weren’t going to start now. But as Fionn slowly inserted himself into Harrys life outside of Dunkirk, the more time you spent time with him. And the more you spent time with him, the more you were able to look into his pretty hazel eyes and bright smile. And this lead to you developing more than a “friend crush” on him. But Fionn was good at hiding his emotions, so you had no idea that the feeling was mutual. He had let it slip after one too many beers sitting poolside with Harry.
“She’s hot mate.” He slurred looking over at Harry.
“(y/n)” he said shamelessly.
“Oy, that’s me girl your crackin’ on.” Harry said sitting up from his slouching position in his chair.
“But you’ve got to admit, she’s hot.” Harry let a sly smirk grace his lips as his drunken thoughts drifted to his beautiful girl. As much as he wanted to be, he couldn’t be mad at Fionn. You were hot. Now that Harry thinks about it, he had noticed Fionn looking at you the way only he was supposed to. Just then, a thought drifted into Harrys head that probably shouldn’t have. Harry would normally never suggest such a thing, but the alcohol running through his veins and the image of you in his head made his better judgement lapse.
“If…” Harry starts.
“Get on with it, Harry.” Fionn said to him
“If she agrees to a threesome, would you do it?”
“You mean… you, me and her?” Fionn asks.
Harry nods and takes another swig of his beer, which is probably the last thing on earth he needs more of right now.
When Harry gets home from his morning workout, he finds you curled up in your favorite corner of your shared home. He decides to pop in, kiss your forehead and take a shower before he speaks to you. When he comes back downstairs, he now finds you sitting at the kitchen island with a cup of coffee in your hands, held out for him.
“I made your coffee, baby. Just the way you like it.” You said smiling up at him and placing a kiss to his jaw.
“Thank you love. Um…can we talk?” he nervously asked you taking a seat.
“What’s on your mind, bub?”
“You like Fionn, don’t you?” he said keeping his eyes trained on his coffee mug.
“He’s sweet. Yea I like him.”
“Do you find him attractive? Like, sexually?”
“He’s cute…Harry, where are you going with this?” you asked him confused.
It was then Harry realized that the worst you could do was laugh in his face and tell him no, which he could handle, so he just spit it out,
“Do you want to have a threesome with Fionn and I?” he said finally looking up at you.
You hesitated for a moment. Harry had always been very protective of you and very private with your sex life. So why now all of a sudden, he wants to open it up for Fionn, of all people. How did this even come about? You can’t imagine it being Fionn’s idea, he always seems so innocent and respectful. But all these questions aside, Harry wouldn’t have asked if he didn’t trust Fionn. And you did think he was attractive; beyond, actually. So, before you could talk yourself out of it, you blurted out a “Sure. Why not?”
Harrys face lit up, and he got up from the table and placed a burning kiss to your lips. “I’ll go call Fionn!” he said running down the hall, leaving you to wonder what the hell you’ve gotten yourself into.
A few nights later, there you were, in black and red lace, a silk sheer robe covering your body, waiting for Fionn to arrive at yours and Harrys home. You paced back and forth wondering how all this would play out.
“Relax, love. It’ll be fun. And if you want it to stop, just say the word.” And before you could respond to Harry, who was sitting on the end of the bed in a pair of bright red Calvin Klein boxers, the doorbell rang and it nearly made you jump out of your skin.
“I’ll get it!” you said running down the marble staircase and to the front door.
You opened the door to be greeted by a smiling Fionn, with a bottle of Rosé.
“Hi, come on in.” you said and stepped aside, letting him into your home.
“Thank you. You look stunning. I can’t believe this is actually happening.” He said nervously.
You laughed as Fionn took off his shoes at the door.
“Well believe it. Head on up to the bedroom. Go up the stairs and to the right; big white double doors, can’t miss it. Harrys waiting. I’ll get some glasses for the wine.” You said smiling at him. The wine would be helpful in loosening you up.
When you get to the bedroom, Fionn has already stripped down to his black boxers, toned arms and abs on display as well as broad shoulders. It was strange, it had been years since you’d been with anyone other than Harry. You placed the glasses down on the bedside table.
“Anyone want any wine?” you asked as you poured a glass for yourself. You were met with two “No, thank you” and you drank the whole glass in one go.
“Alright.” You said and dropped your robe revealing your lacy outfit. You didn’t know what to do, so you looked at Harry for guidance, which Fionn was already doing.
“What are you looking at me for? Have at it. My only rules are, if (y/n) says stop, stop. And Fionn- wear this.”
Harry said tossing a condom Fionns way. He nodded and you made your way over to stand between his legs, figuring Harry would join in when he was ready. You leaned down and let your lips ghost over Fionn’s, before pressing them together. The kiss was sweet, Fionn obviously testing the waters. As your tongue ran over his bottom lip to deepen the kiss, your hands pressed onto his shoulders to push him back onto the bed. You climbed on top of him, lining your aching core up with his hard cock, grinding on him like you would Harry. He let out a moan in your mouth, and gripped your hips hard. His hips bucked up to get more from you and this caused you to bite down on his full bottom lip and whimper out his name. It felt so strange, saying a name in bed that wasn’t Harry. You disconnected your lips from the beautiful boys, to leave a trail of kisses down his solid body, with no tattoos in your wake. Pulling his hard cock from his tight boxers, you couldn’t help but compare him to Harry. He was slightly smaller and not as thick, and had a little more of a curve to him than Harry did. You took the plunge and wrapped your lips around him. Fionns eyes rolled back into his head and his fingers made their way to your hair as you swirled your tongue around his swollen, raspberry head.
“Fuck, you feel like velvet.” He said pulling tighter on your hair as your lips slid up and down his cock, covering him in your saliva. You licked all the way up the vein on his underside, and sucked hard on his tip causing him to let out a deep moan.
“Shit. Fuck don’t stop beautiful. Look at you, taking my cock so well.” He said. You let your tongue feel out every vein bump and ridge on him as you took him as far as you could go, your lips touching the base of his cock, his tip hitting the back of your throat. He let out a whimper and bucked up his hips harder, causing you to choke around his thick length and pull back. He was covered in your spit and you could tell he was close. But you wanted him inside you. So, you made your way back up his body pressing your lips to his mouth in a breathless, hard kiss.
“I want you inside me Fionn. Want your big cock inside my tight pussy. It’s so wet for you baby.”
Fionn let out a breath you didn’t know he was holding, and before you knew it, you were on your back, looking up at the pretty boy. It was now his turn to cover you in kisses. He took off your bra, and his lips wrapped around your nipple and sucked on the hard nub. He did the same for the other as one of his long slender fingers made its way into your soaked panties and slipped itself inside you. It was your hips that were now bucking up into him, his finger pumping in and out of you and his lips pressing hot, open mouthed kisses to your neck.
“Your pussy is so fucking tight baby. Shit and you’re so wet for me. I’ve got to taste you.” And with that, his fingers left your body, only to pull your panties down your shaking legs. He threw them over his shoulder, and leaned down to press open mouthed kisses to the inside of your thighs. You took this moment to look over at Harry, who you’d forgotten about until now. His boxers were off his body and on the floor next to his feet, as his hand dragged slowly up his hard, red cock. The sight alone, made you let out a whimper as Fionns soft, warm, wet tongue ran itself up your dripping center.
“Enjoying yourself there, love?” Harry asked you.
And before you could even respond, Fionns lips wrapped around your clit and gave it a hard suck.
“Fuck, Fionn!” you moaned as you bucked your hips up to get more of his mouth. He kissed all the way down you, before his tongue slipped inside you, fucking you expertly. That, mixed with the slow circles he was rubbing on your clit, and the sight of Harry tugging on his oozing cock made your orgasm rip through you. Your toes curled, your back arched and your hips bucked. Fionns tongue was still fucking you, as your vision went white.
“Oh, my god, Fionn fuck baby.” You had a frim grip on his hair as you enjoyed the aftershocks of your high, his thumb still on your clit, his tongue still feeling your velvety, throbbing walls.
When you opened your eyes, you were met with a smiling Fionn, with a mix of his spit and your juices covering the bottom half of his face. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and then said,
“I think someone else wants some of your attention as well.” And he nodded towards Harry who was standing on the side of the bed. You smiled up at your beautiful boy, and for the first time tonight, you kissed a familiar pair of warm, plump lips. You and Harry got lost in your passionate kiss, and you only broke it because of the sound of Fionn tearing a condom open and rolling it on.
“C’mere baby girl.” Fionn said and he pulled you away from Harry and pushed a hand on your back to make you kneel down, your ass touching the tip of Fionns cock, your nose nearly touching Harrys. Fionn wasted no time pushing inside you, you both letting out a loud moan at the feeling. You felt full, to the brim actually. And you knew it wouldn’t take long for Fionn to make you cum, your pussy feeling like silk against his thick cock. Your lips wasted no time wrapping around Harry, him almost doubling over at the feeling of your lips. You couldn’t hold Harrys hips like you normally would, having to keep yourself up, due to Fionn basically pounding you from behind.
“Fuck my mouth baby.” You said looking up at Harry. He nodded and guided his cock inside your mouth, fucking your mouth at the same pace Fionn was fucking your pussy. The three of you were moaning messes, getting turned on by not only the feeling but also by the atmosphere. You moaned around Harrys cock when Fionn hit that little spot inside you that made you squirm. You squeezed around him as he let out an animalistic growl, driving his length into you hard, causing you to take all of Harrys length into your mouth. Spit was dripping down your chin and onto the bed, your arousal dripping down your thighs. You could feel both Harry and Fionn twitch inside you, just as Fionns fingers began to rub harshly at your clit. This caused your second orgasm of the evening, your jaw going slack and moaning around Harrys cock. He pulled his cock from your mouth and let his hand harshly jerk himself off, his cum painting your face as your name and a string of profanities falling from his lips. You got so caught up in Harry that you didn’t realize Fionn was also cumming inside the condom that covered him. Fionn moaned your name and collapsed onto the bed behind you, and you laid down beside him as he caught his breath.
You moved over to make room for Harry, and as soon as he was in reach, you pressed your lips to his in a hot kiss. He pulled away, admiring the sight of you fucked out, his cum dripping all over your face. He brought a finger up to your cheek, swiping a thick drop of cum off your skin, holding it up to your lips to suck at. You did, sucking on his fingers, just as you did his cock moments ago. You giggled, pressing another kiss to Harrys lips, before he wiped the rest of his cum off your face with a tissue.
Summary: Bucky accidentally punches you in the face during a training session, which somehow leads to your first kiss and the promise of a date.
Words: 1 328
A/N: Very boring drabble that is kinda similar to Lift in terms of the layout. Tell me what you think and please request!
She ducked under his punch, getting back up just as quickly and trying to elbow his chest. He grabbed hold of her joint and pushed her back. As she came rushing back in for a straight punch to his face, his metal hand flew right to her jaw.
She staggered back before falling to her knees. Her hair fell in front of her face and a few strands stuck to her glistening forehead, a long groan escaping her.
“Oh fuck, Y/N. I’m so sorry!” Bucky panicked, surprised as he thought she would have been able to see through his techniques as always and dodged his incoming attack.
He rushed to her side and knelt beside her, wrapping his arm around her back and using his free hand to remove the hair from her face. She whined in pain, trying to force a smile to not make him feel so bad but not being able to. “Okay, that one hurts… I’m not gonna lie.”
“Shit, I’m so sorry.” He carefully tilted her head to get better lightning on her jaw which was red, bruising and already swollen. “Fuck. That’s bad.”
“I don’t know if it’s anything serious, but I can taste blood?” She looked up at him. “Maybe that’s just normal. Also, my left ear is ringing, or it might be my entire head actually, I can’t tell the difference right now.”
Bucky kept repeatedly mumbling curses as he softly placed his bionic hand over the bruise. She winced in pain at first but the cooling of the metal was better than not having it there at all.
“Remind me to wear a hockey helmet for our next training session or something…” She began to push herself up from the floor. Bucky tried to help her by continuing to hold his arm around her back, which turned out to be very helpful.
“Woah!” He exclaimed as she almost fell forward, his grip of her tightening and keeping her on her feet. “You okay?”
“I just got punched in the face with a hand that’s literally made out of metal. Pardon me if I’m a little dizzy.” She chuckled, her voice strained from the pain radiating up her jaw and numbing the area around it. She turned to face Bucky, her hand carefully touching the swollen bump. “Does it look bad?”
“No.” He lied. “It looks alright.”
“Liar.” She could see straight through him, of course. She always could. “Oh man, and Tony’s birthday party is this weekend.”
“That’s five days away.” Bucky tried to remain hopeful.
She looked over at him, her eyes hooded and her eyebrows raised high, circulating the area where he had punched her. “By the sheer agony I’m in right now, I can tell this isn’t going to go away in five days.”
“I’m sorry…” He pleaded and she dropped her sarcastic attitude, feeling bad for the poor guy.
“I know you are. It’s okay. I’ve had worse. Remember when I got shot in the damn hand in Serbia? When I had to drive the car to the hospital with that hand, the gear lever nearly went through the bullet hole.”
He chuckled after seeing her smile at the brutal recall of a mission two years prior.
“Or when you went two weeks in pain because you thought your body was “healing slowly”, when in reality you had a completely broken arm?” He remembered and she nodded, quietly chuckling before suddenly closing her eyes, grabbing his hand. She pulled it towards her jaw and held it still over, leaning into it whilst still not looking.
Bucky watched in admiration as she dozed off for a few seconds in the comfort of his touch.
“Alright. I’m gonna call this a day. It’s getting late, I think. You must have punched my sense of time out of me.” She smiled and broke loose from him, heading for the gym door slowly.
“Maybe sleeping isn’t that good of an idea? You could have a concussion!” He warned, worried about her health truthfully.
“Don’t think so highly of yourself.” She joked, making it seem as if giving her a concussion had been something Bucky had strived for. He wanted to oblige and take her to Bruce, or anyone else that might be awake at two in the morning and have the skill to properly help her. “So goodnight, or good morning, or whatever.”
The door slammed shut behind her, leaving Bucky alone in the gym, feeling more guilty than ever.
He was sat at the kitchen table, eating the scrambled eggs which surprisingly enough, Vision had cooked. Steve sat across Bucky, Peter beside Steve, and Tony and Natasha on both short ends when Y/N came sulking down.
“Good morning- Jesus Christ.” Steve gasped as he got a look of her. “What happened to your face?”
The entire left side of her jaw was covered in a rich, purple bruise. As she smiled, she clearly did so more on the right side than the other. “Why don’t you ask Mr. I-Have-A-Metal-Arm?” She said, pointing to a Bucky.
“I’m so sorry.” Bucky repeated and she tried to smile wider but winced, letting it fall back.
“I know, Buck. Heard you the first, hundred, times.” She attempted to reassure him although it had little effect. “You better buy me something amazing to cover this up tho.”
“I don’t think anything can cover that up. That’s brutal.” Natasha said, her nose scrunching up in slight disgust at the vicious color of Y/N’s jaw.
“Thanks.” Y/N sighed, rolling her eyes, and taking a seat by the table. Vision left the stove and came to her aid with a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon. “And an honest thank you to you, Vis.”
“You want some ice for that?” Tony tried to help as Y/N grabbed the chilled glass of orange juice in front of her and held it against her jaw. She shook her head subtly and shut her tired eyes, propping her elbows on the table and leaning her head against her free hand.
“I’m good.” She said and pulled herself together, opening her eyes widely to wake up and taking a sip of the orange juice already by her mouth. “I’ll avoid training sessions with Bucky for awhile though.”
“Cut it. I’m alive, aren’t I? Still breathing. Heart’s still pumping.” She said and shoved a fork full of bacon in her mouth. The breakfast carried on, following up with an overly large glass of chocolate milk on Y/N’s part. They all chatted, bickering as usual, before everyone retreated to their own corner of the Tower to continue their days separately.
As Y/N made it to her room, there were two knocks on the door. She didn’t have to guess who it was. She knew it was Bucky and she knew he would try to apologize once more.
She pulled the door open and barely had time to confirm it was him before a pair of soft lips crashed upon hers. She staggered backwards and Bucky broke loose, eyes blown wide. “Let me take you out to dinner, as an apology for punching you.”
“And you had to kiss me to ask me out!?” She questioned, out of breath. Bucky shrugged.“
“No, I just wanted to.” He said like it was the most normal thing in the world to walk around kissing.
“Well damn…” She closed the space again and savored another kiss, sighing in relief. She tried to not cause herself too much pain, letting him do most of the moving.
“Don’t you dare say that word one more time or I swear to god I’ll punch your jaw.” She threatened and he chuckled, lips hovering in front of hers.
“It wouldn’t leave as much as a scratch.” His lips curled around hers, tasting the sweetness lingering to them.
Summary: Sharing a sleeping bag with Shawn because Mother Nature isn’t too friendly.
A/N: This took me so long to finish for some odd reason, but it’s super cute. Feedback would be amazinggg:)
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It was so cold. The kind of cold where no amount of layers could help and the more you thought about it, the more you could feel the goosebumps that covered every inch of your body, but there was nothing else that you could do. Clothes clung to you from head to toe and the fire out in the pit was long gone, leaving you in the dark.
Sure, you could have turned on a lantern, but Shawn was right next to you, thanks to Brian’s sneaky matchmaking skills, and waking him up seemed like a crime in your eyes.
You didn’t have the slightest idea of how he was able to even sleep, but you weren’t complaining. The awkward tension that would have filled the air if he was awake was enough to make you want to dig yourself a hole to hide in. His body laying right next to yours was already making you jittery enough.
The last time you had seen him like this was underneath the make shift fort that the both of you had built in the middle of your living room, but that was in fifth grade. He was still sporting braces and that stupid haircut that all the boys had at the time. You didn’t know what was going through your little eleven year old’s mind, but here you were, in the same position several years later.
But the braces were long gone and the hair was now left alone in curls, effortlessly resembling something like a goddamn Disney prince, but the feelings you had remained the same. It always had and you definitely don’t see it changing anytime soon when he looks like that now. He had gotten taller and it was obvious that his time at the gym had been paying off well with his broad shoulders and thick arms. He looked so different, yet still the same.
It didn’t matter how many blind dates Megan had tried to set you up on or how many people you saw from time to time that could have been something that never was. You couldn’t bare to give it a shot because Shawn was always your first and you didn’t even know if your feelings went both ways. It was pitiful really.
Your eyes eventually started to feel heavier and you could feel yourself finally becoming drowsy until you felt a nudge on your leg. Figuring it was just Shawn moving around in his sleep again, you ignored it, but then you felt it once more. It was more direct, making your eyes snap back open.
Immediately, you could distinguish the warm brown of Shawn’s eyes looking around, scanning the surroundings.
“Hey,” he had whispered while reaching over to turn on the lantern above your head, filling the tent with a yellow glow. “Are you cold?” Concern was laced into his voice.
“N-no,” you said too quickly for it to be true. What kind of person wouldn’t be freezing?
He repositioned himself so his head was on top of his elbow, giving you a smug smile. “Are you sure? Because I’ve been feeling you shivering all night.”
There was a short pause. “Okay…maybe a little.”
Shawn’s smile never left his face as he licked his lips, making your head go crazy. If the next three nights were going to be like this, you didn’t know how you were going to keep yourself under control and it was all Brian’s fault. He was probably feeling content with himself, putting you and Shawn in the same tent, and you just wanted to murder him in his sleep for it.
You were too distracted to even notice that Shawn had undone the zipper of your sleeping bag until you felt your body become colder. “W-what are you doing?” you seethed, rubbing your arms. Instead of replying, Shawn un-zipped his as well and scooted back to put more room between you guys.
He then invitingly lifted the top cover before saying, “C’mere.”
“What?” The shock had slapped you across the face. That was the last thing you thought he was going to say.
“Come share my sleeping bag with me. I don’t want you getting sick,” Shawn said with worried eyes. You were about to open your mouth to say some kind of lame excuse, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say the words. You really did want to and he seemed to feel the same way. Well, you hoped at least.
So here you were: slipping into the same sleeping bag as your best friend while trying not to make a fool out of yourself.
The warmth that seemed to radiate off of him immediately enveloped you, causing a hum of content to come out of your lips as you closed your eyes. You heard the closing of the zipper, encasing the both of you, and the little chuckle that came out of the insanely cute boy next to you, and that’s when it clicked.
The space between you and Shawn was barely even there. Not even a sheet of paper could slide its way in between you two. You didn’t know how you had even managed to fit in with his huge body, but that was the last thing on your mind.
All you really focused on was the sound of the wind hitting the tent, but you weren’t freezing cold anymore and it felt better than you thought it would, making you smile as you opened your eyes.
Shawn was already looking at you, his face emotionless. A twinge of panic flared up inside of you and you couldn’t help but feel like a burden the longer you laid there next to him, but then you felt it.
His hand was slowly making its way up your body, squeezing your waist, until it appeared above the blanket, stopping at your neck. He gently cupped it, running his thumb along your jaw. The both of you didn’t tear your eyes away from each other, even when you had started to lean in, but stopped right before your lips could touch. The both of you were starting to breathe more heavily.
You moved your own hand as well, mimicking his movements, but you kept going so your fingers snaked through his hair. It was softer than you had imagined, making your lips part just a smidge in delight as you felt him pull you closer to him as if being squished inside a sleeping bag wasn’t enough.
“Your heart is beating really fast,” he whispered.
“And I wonder whose fault that is,” you smiled, greatly surprised with your sudden kick of courage in your veins as you leaned in to close the inch of space between your lips.
As much as you’d hate to admit it, you had spent lots of time imagining how kissing Shawn would feel, but the real deal could never compare. Everything that you had dreamed of; from the way his plump lips would fit with yours and the way he held your body against his felt ten times more intense now that it was actually happening outside of your head. You might as well have died and risen to heaven when you had slowly pulled away, too scared that you were just having an unbelievably realistic dream.
Shawn placed a chaste kiss under your jaw. “Thank God I asked Brian to put us together,” he had mused, not even aware of how your whole body tensed in shock.
You looked down at him, not believing his words. “Wait, this was all you?” He was the nervous one now as he suddenly looked everywhere but your eyes.
He sheepishly shook his head into your neck, trying to hide his blushing cheeks. “Yeah, I was—uh—too nervous to ask you. And I know that it sounds stupid because we’re best friends and all, but I couldn’t really think straight when—”
“God, you’re so fucking cute,” you had interrupted. A grin grew onto your face while you raised your hand to run it through his curls again.
Shawn then lifted his head, smiling as wildly as you were before leaning down to pull you into another sweet kiss.
Summay: A sort of domestic life with Jimin that’s a mix of fluff and smut. (warning: contains Asphyxiation and a little Dirty Talk)
Rating: M (Smut)
You pouted as you stared outside the window, it was completely white outside. You used a sweater covered palm to swipe at the thick condensation that coated your view. But it was no use, you still couldn’t see anything. No cars, no people just the faint street lights in the distance but even they seemed a bit dim and blurry compared to normal nights. You sighed quietly to yourself, already dreading all the snow you’d have to tread through on your morning commute to work the next day.
You tore yourself away from the window, watching as your boyfriend quirk an eyebrow at you. You smiled to him sheepishly, sliding down from your seat on the windowsill perch to the floor. You scooted your way closer to him, picking up the discarded papers you left all over the floor.
“You were the one who called me over to help…” he began mumbling, a cute small pout forming on his lips. “But you’re making me do all the work!” he whined throwing his arms up in exasperation before crossing them over his chest.
Sam’s leg was brushing up against yours again. You met his gaze across the table, arching your eyebrow at him when he tried to throw an innocent smile your way. Don’t tease, you mouthed to him. You‘d been working this case all week, sharing a room with Dean, which had grown old by day two.
The three of you were sitting in one of those high-backed booths that created dividers between each table. You loved these kinds of booths, even if the privacy was a sham, you appreciated it anyway. Dean was, blah, blah, blah-ing to the waitress and you were about to cut in with your order, when a voice broke through the din of the diner.
“Ghosts, I said ghosts. Who has any strong opinions on goats, Ed?”
The waitress stopped writing, her mouth dropping open.
“Uh, Dean? Does that voice sound familiar to you?” Sam asked.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Dean slid out of the booth, stepping over to the one just beyond yours, with you and Sam right behind him. “What the hell are you two doing here?”
“Oh, if it isn’t Dean and Sam,” Ed said, looking at each of them. “We’re working a case, obviously.” He rolled his eyes at Harry and you had to stifle a laugh.
“Working a case?” Dean’s agitation was growing with each breath and he looked more and more like he was going to pull out his gun.
Sam moved in front of his brother. “Hey guys, you know, we’ve got this one covered. Maybe you could hit the next town over?”
“No, no way, you’re not chasing us off this-.”
“Wait, Ed and Harry?” you broke in. “The Ed and Harry? The one’s you guys were telling me about?” you gushed, hoping it sounded believable. The two men sat up straighter. They’re buying it.
“What did they say?” Ed asked.
“Well,” you said, scooting in next to him. “They wouldn’t want me telling you this,” you dropped your voice to a whisper, leaning across the table toward Harry, Ed mimicking you, “but they said that the last time they saw you, they wouldn’t have solved the case without you. And it just so happens that there’s a case a few towns over. If you guys could head over there and start the groundwork, I would be so, thankful.” You dropped your hand on Harry’s, he looked down at it then back up at you.
In other news support your friends in the things they do. Even if it’s not what you’re interested in. Go to their shows. Go to that fundraiser they organised. Buy their art. Go to their sports games. Support your friends because they’re your friends. Be proud of them. BE PROUD OF YOUR FRIENDS.
“Hold me tighter.” Clarke mumbled, burrowing back into Lexa’s arms.
Lexa chuckled, complying with her wife’s demand. It wasn’t often that she was the big spoon, but she thoroughly enjoyed holding Clarke all night.
“It…almost feels like we’re in high school.” Clarke rasped, her voice still heavy with sleep.
Lexa smirked, squeezing Clarke’s hip. “You look like you’re still in college.” She complimented.
“You feel like you are.” Clarke replied, fingers reaching back to graze Lexa’s abs.
“Perks of being a young mom.” Lexa replied, grateful that they went with their gut instinct to have Alex at 25.
“And being an NFL superstar.” Clarke gloated, turning around in Lexa’s arms to face her.
“Hey.” Lexa murmured, kissing Clarke’s lips almost instantly.
“Hey yourself, pretty girl.” Clarke pressed herself against Lexa’s warmth.
“ZOO!” The warcry of their toddler shook clexa from their post sex bliss.
“Oh fuck.” Clarke mumbled, and Lexa grinned.
“ZOO! ZOO! ZOO!” Alex’s excited shrieks echoed in the hallways of their home.
“Gee, I wonder where we’re going today.” Lexa teased.
“God, I love her little toddler voice.” Clarke murmured. “Have you noticed she has a little lisp sometimes?”
“I have.” Lexa smiled, leaning against the headboard as she put an arm around Clarke, pulling her in and pressing a kiss to her forehead.
“Three, two, one..” Lexa murmured, and like clockwork, Alex ran into the room, a blur. She was wearing her underwear, her shirt nowhere to be found. Her hair was in a soft braid Clarke had done for her the night before. She ran into the room and nearly barrelled into Fish, who was peacefully sleeping in his corner. She rolled to a stop and glanced up, giving Clarke and Lexa a baby-toothed grin.
“Zoo!” She shrieked. And then, as an afterthought, “Hello mommas.”
“Good morning, baby girl.” Lexa grinned. “Where is your shirt?”
Alex’s eyes widened. “Shirt?” She repeated. Then, she blinked. “I dunno.”
Clarke chuckled. “Who needs em, right?” She sneakily slid her hands up Lexa’s abs, grazing them approvingly.
Alex nodded, scrambling over to the edge of the bed. “I come.” She announced, grappling with the sheets as she struggled to hoist herself up.
“Help her.” Clarke pouted, and Lexa laughed, easily scooping Alex up with a well muscled arm.
“Thank you momma.” Alex dutifully chirped, moving to wiggle her butt into the nonexistent space between them.
“You’re very welcome.” Lexa laughed, kissing her head.
“So, why do you want to go to the zoo?” Clarke questioned. She knew it was a basic question, but she also knew that it was important to help Alex articulate her ideas, to develop her speech.
Plus, it was fucking cute to hear her talk.
“Amimals.” Alex squeaked.
“What was that?” Clarke grinned.
“Animals?” Lexa offered.
“Amimals.” Alex nodded.
“….Alright.” Clarke chuckled. “What kind of animals do you think we’re gonna see, baby girl?”
“…Raccoons!” Alex almost yelled in excitement.
“…Alex we could just hang around the trash bins at night if you’re so excited to see Raccoons.” Lexa smirked.
Alex blinked. “Raccoon lives in my trash?”
Lexa shook her head. “Why do you love raccoons so much anyway?”
Alex’s gaze softened and she placed a little hand on Lexa’s cheek. “They you momma.”
Lexa’s heart skipped a beat, and she kissed Alex’s hand, smiling uncontrollably.
Clarke couldn’t help her grin either, her heart warmed at the sight of their baby being so affectionate to her mother. Little Lexa indeed.
“What animal is your mommy, then?” Lexa asked softly.
“Lion!” Alex replied readily.
“A lion?” Clarke quipped. “Why?”
“Brave.” Alex nodded wisely. “And pretty.”
It was Clarke’s turn to blush like a fool, kissing Alex’s chubby cheeks, already wide for a smile.
“…We go?” Alex huffed.
“We will! What about breakfast, first?” Clarke reminded.
“…Hot dogs?” Alex cited her favorite food.
Lexa made a face. “What about a kale smoothie?”
Alex shushed Lexa, putting an index finger against her lips. “Shhh, momma.” Alex whispered.
Clarke grinned. “That’s my girl. But she’s right, you can’t eat hotdogs for breakfast.”
Alex frowned. “But….Smurphy…”
Clarke raised a brow. “Uncle Murphy gives you hotdogs for breakfast?”
Alex’s eyes went wide, and she knew she was in trouble. She wriggled free from Clarke’s grip and dove off the bed, running as fast her her little legs would carry her, back to the safety of her room.
Lexa snorted, watching in amusement. “Very nutritious.” She quipped.
Clarke shrugged, wiggling back into Lexa’s arms. “Gives us more cuddle time.”
Lexa smiled, kissing Clarke’s forehead. “I don’t know why she wants to go to the zoo so badly. If she wants to see a bunch of unruly animals, she can visit the delinquents for free.”
Clarke gasped, shoving Lexa. “Jerk.” She moved to get out of bed, but Lexa laughed, effortlessly pulling Clarke back into her arms.
“Fuck your insanely hot tattooed super strong biceps.” Clarke grumbled, but her true mood was revealed when she kissed Lexa’s arm instead. She turned to Lexa, kissing her jaw. “Thank you.” She murmured.
“For what?” Lexa quirked a brow, pulling Clarke flush against her.
“For Alex.” Clarke sighed in adoration.
Lexa grinned. “That’s half of your doing, my love.”
“I’m pretty sure she gets her sweetness from you, though.” Clarke whispered, her heart melting for Lexa’s kind eyes.
The two met in a soft kiss, sighing against one another’s lips, enjoying the blissful existence they’d created for themselves.
“Do you think we can get away with hats and sunglasses?” Lexa asked, after a moment of brief silence.
“I don’t think it’ll be that hot.”
“Clarke, I meant for privacy, so we don’t get swarmed for photos and followed around all day. Remember Saturday at the mall?”
Clarke smirked. “Babe, you’re kind of drop dead gorgeous. People recognize you from your lips alone.”
Lexa blushed. “And I’m guessing if I bring my wife and daughter along, we’ll be unmistakable.”
Clarke nodded. “But don’t worry, I don’t mind.”
“I just want to give Alex a normal time.” Lexa sighed, running her fingers through her hair.
“Baby, Alex is fine. She just gets jealous, so hold her.” Clarke laughed. “Now, we have to get dressed.”
“And leave the warmth of our bed?” Lexa teased, tightening her hold on Clarke.
“The sooner we leave, the sooner we can come back, and Alex will be burnt out and exhausted.”
“Clarke Woods, you minx.” Lexa smirked.
It was several hours before the family arrived at the zoo, mainly because Alex had insisted on wearing a raccoon onesie.
Clarke had to explain to her that she’d have a heatstroke in them, and she trudged off grumpily, only to return in a limited edition Lexa Woods jersey.
Lexa had to explain to her that they would get noticed a lot more quickly if she wore that, and Alex trudged off once again, cursing her mothers under her breath.
In the end, Alex matched her outfit to Lexa’s, and while it was no less conspicuous than wearing Lexa’s jersey, she couldn’t find the heart to say no.
Both wore crop tops and jean shorts, looking positively fashionable for the summer. (Alex’s tummy stuck out a little, and she was proud of her self-proclaimed abs, like Lexa’s.)
Alex got her hair done in two little braids, and she was the spitting image of Lexa, sunglasses on her head, down to the same exact hat.
Clarke found it so adorable that she took nearly fifty photos of the two, saving one to tweet at the end of the day, when they weren’t recognizable in the public eye.
From there, it was a decent drive to the zoo, and they were off past the main gate, maps in hand.
Alex vehemently protested against her stroller, and when Clarke mentioned that she’d get tired, Lexa won both their hearts by murmuring, “I’ll carry her when she’s tired.”
This was Alex’s first time at the zoo, and she was positively bursting with excitement.
“Okay, Alex, where do you want to- Alex?” Lexa glanced up from the map, watching her toddler make a beeline for the crocodile tank on the side of the entrance, the crocodile pressed right up against the glass, looking lethargic as ever.
“There she goes.” Clarke whistled, Lexa hastening to follow after Alex.
“I’m not sure how I feel about taking our child to see so many depressed animals in captivity.” Lexa murmured, as they caught up to Alex, who looked a little scared.
“But the zoo is making changes.” Clarke reminded. “They’re helping to save endangered species and educate people.”
“I will put aside my inner protester for the sake of our child.” Lexa quipped.
“Mommies.” Alex whispered, turning to Clarke and Lexa with a low voice.
Lexa quirked a brow amusedly, sliding her arm around Clarke, squeezing her hip, as if to wordlessly say God, that’s adorable.
“What’s up baby?” Clarke asked, encouraging her to talk, knowing how beneficial it was for her development. She’d read somewhere that it wasn’t good to baby-talk a toddler, rather, to speak to them as an adult, but sometimes they couldn’t help it. They settled for a healthy balance of both, encouraging conversation and provoking thought.
“…Scary.” Alex gulped.
Well, that wasn’t quite the speech she’d hoped for, but Alex looked a little too frightened to form proper sentences at the moment.
Lexa eyed Alex thoughtfully. “Yeah? What kind of animal is it?”
“Alligator.” Alex whispered.
Lexa clicked her tongue. “Nope.” She replied, pointing to the sign. “That’s a crocodile, baby. You know the difference?”
Alex blinked. “Alligators are boys and Crocodiles are girls.”
“…No. What?” Lexa blinked, equally as confused.
Clarke grinned, chuckling amusedly. “No, baby. They’re different species. They’re not the same.”
“Ohhhh.” Alex nodded, pretending to be deep in thought.
“Why are we whispering?” Lexa questioned.
“Because it’s sleeping!” Alex whisper-yelled, ironically.
Lexa laughed. “Alex, it’s enclosed. It can’t get to you. But thank you for being polite, and not screaming. You don’t have to whisper, you can talk lowly.”
Alex looked tentative, “…Wake up?” She half asked, half mumbled.
“I don’t think he will. He looks pretty comfy.” Clarke replied with a smile.
Alex looked deep in thought with a furrowed brow. “Momma?”
“Yeah, pretty girl?”
“Can you…win a crocodile?”
“Win?” Lexa smiled. “What do you mean?”
Alex looked lost in thought, trying to piece together the words. “Um, you fight crocodile?”
Clarke snorted a laugh. Some nearby visitors looked appalled at the suggestion of animal cruelty.
Lexa blushed. “Alex I don’t need to fight it-”
“I think it’d be a tie.” Clarke lied easily, taking Alex’s hand. “Why don’t we move on?”
Alex nodded excitedly. “Raccoons?”
Lexa smiled, taking her other hand. “Maybe. But I hear they have some pretty neat giraffes.”
“Ooooooh.” Alex drawled. “Like Smurphy.”
“That’s right.” Clarke laughed. “Just like Uncle Murphy’s favorite animal.”
“Zebras…’n…lions…’n tigers…’n giraffes, and….monkeys! And birdies! And piggies, n’ owls, snakies, ugly lizards-”
“How long has this been going on?” Clarke questioned as she approached with a bag of popcorn and a soft pretzel for Alex.
“…A while. She’s trying to list every animal we’ve seen so far.” Lexa explained, balancing Alex on her hip, strong arms holding their tiny daughter.
Clarke wore an amused look. “And you let her go on like this?”
Lexa clutched her heart with her free hand. “I love her so much, Clarke. I love watching her talk, even if it’s nonsense. She reminds me of you.”
Clarke scowled. “Are you saying I talk nonsense?” She smacked Lexa’s arm playfully.
Lexa smiled. “No, I meant…the way she gets excited when she talks about things she’s passionate about. I see so much of you in her.”
Clarke swooned. “Funny, I see her as mini you.” She turned to Alex, who was gazing at the pretzel longingly, the same way Clarke and Lexa looked at each other.
Clarke laughed. “Here, baby.” She handed Alex the pretzel as they sat down at a table, watching Alex happily munch on it with her baby teeth, making little excited squeals like a hungry kitten.
Clarke was content with popping a piece of popcorn past Lexa’s lips, feeding her with a wry smile.
“What?” Lexa blinked.
“Isn’t this too unhealthy for you?” Clarke smirked. “Too buttery?”
Lexa rolled her eyes. “I have cheat days, Clarke.”
“Oh? Do your cheat days allow for dessert?” Clarke drawled in a low voice.
Lexa grinned. “You’re playful today.”
“Seeing you being a doting mother turns me on.” Clarke shrugged innocently, sliding a hand on Lexa’s thigh.
“Clarke.” Lexa whined. “Not here.”
“People aren’t even look-”
“Oh my god.” A third, younger voice interrupted them, followed by giggles. Clarke and Lexa glanced up, noting the overly excited teenager regarding them with a huge smile. “You’re Lexa Woods! And Clarke Griffin!”
Alex turned around from her seat, scowling with her pretzel in hand, cinnamon dusting her mouth. She looked instantly grumpy, seemingly aware of what was next.
“Oh boy.” Alex mumbled and rolled her eyes.
“And baby Alex!” The girl gushed, her grin widening. “You’re so adorable!”
At that, Alex’s frown slowly spread into a smirk as she nodded, smiling a cheshire toddler grin. “Piture?” She asked in her toddler accent, and Clarke and Lexa exchanged surprised glances.
“That would be amazing, thanks!” The girl nodded, and Lexa noticed that she was wearing a Grounders shirt with her number on it. She smiled at that.
“You take.” Alex instructed, moving to pose between Clarke and Lexa.
Clarke snorted a laugh. “Baby, she wants a picture with you, not of you.”
Lexa chuckled, scooping Alex up into her arms.
“Ohhhhh.” Alex chorused. “Sure, honey.”
“Honey?” Lexa mouthed to Clarke with a surprised look.
“She’s been spending too much time with my mom.” Clarke sighed apologetically, as their fan laughed. “Come on over, Lex has long arms. She can take a selfie.”
The girl was absolutely thrilled as she came to sit beside them, smiling broadly for the picture, shaking a little in her excitement.
“Thank you!” She gushed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt your lunch. I’m just…I’m such a huge fan. Of both of you. My girlfriend and I…well, we didn’t really have a role model couple to look up to until you guys.”
Clarke smiled brightly, clearly touched by the words, sharing a loving glance with Lexa. “Thank you, that’s so sweet. You aren’t bothering us at all, don’t worry.”
Lexa nodded. “That’s very sweet, thank you.” She added, noticing the girl digging into her bag, likely for a pen. “Can I…sign that jersey for you?” Lexa offered with an amused smile.
The girl flushed, looking thrilled. “I was going to ask you! If it’s not too much!”
“Pretzel?” Alex offered like a puppy, tilting her head to the side as she offered the girl her half eaten pretzel.
Clarke rushed to grab the pretzel, laughing it off. “Alex, you can’t offer people food you’ve eaten.”
Alex blinked. “Yummy.” She insisted.
The girl grinned. “Thanks anyway Alex. I’m a huge fan.”
“Me too.” Alex answered cluelessly, watching as Lexa moved to sign the back of the shirt she was wearing.
“Thank you so much!” The girl beamed. “Enjoy the rest of your day! Bye, Alex!”
“Buh-bye.” Alex waved enthusiastically.
As soon as the girl bounded back to her group of friends, Alex turned to her moms, eyeing them wryly.
“Someone’s getting used to the attention.” Clarke quipped.
“It helps that she wasn’t flirtatious.” Lexa replied, kissing Alex’s head.
Lexa stole a bite of Alex’s pretzel, and Alex squealed.
“Hey!” She whined.
“I’m your mom, I can finish your food.” Lexa replied with a wink.
“Ohhhhh.” Alex nodded, patting Lexa’s cheek. “Okay.”
Lexa grinned, kissing a chubby cheek. “Did you have fun, baby girl?”
Alex nodded, and then paused, quizzical.
“I know that look.” Clarke grimaced. “What’s wrong, baby?”
Alex sighed, dramatically clutching her heart. “No Raccoons?” She asked, her lower lip quivering.
“Not here.” Clarke sighed, rubbing her back. “But…do you really want to see them?”
“Yes!” Alex leapt up. “Yes yes yes mommies.”
Lexa exchanged a surprised look with Clarke, but remained silent.
“Lexa, cheer up.”
“Clarke.” Lexa rolled her eyes good naturedly. “It’s eleven PM, I’m out by the dumpsters, I’m cold, you promised me sex, and why-”
“LOOK!” Alex, who’d been staring patiently, waiting for almost an hour, shrieked when she saw what she was looking for. A family of raccoons had come out, digging their way into the trash, scurrying back and forth with containers in their grasp, a safe distance away.
“MOMMA!” Alex nearly roared, shaking with excitement like the girl who’d asked for an autograph earlier that day. “IT’S YOU! IT’S YOU!”
As a thank you for 100 followers - here a list of (hopefully) helpful illnesses/ injuries that could be used to create the perfect fic - you might even find that you can have up to 5 of these tropes for the ultimate whump/ sickfic:
-If it’s in italics that means it’s an idea that has been submitted in after the original post went up by an anon - I’ll tag who I can
Abdominal Pain (could be caused by food poisoning)
Allergies (the Star Trek fandom love to torture Kirk with this)
Acne - this can be painful for some and could be used to write a fluffy fic about someone feeling self-conscious of their acne then someone does something nice to make them feel better. (thank you @adrianasl )
Cyclical Vomiting Syndrome (thank you @dinochickennugget for this suggestion! - dinochickennugget has told me that they are open to questions about this disorder as they are unfortunately a sufferer of CVS)
COPD - Chronic obstructive pulmonary disease makes breathing increasingly more difficult. (thank you @adrianasl )
CHF - congestive heart failure(thank you @adrianasl )
Diseases (mystery diseases are the best kind)
Delirium (bonus points for this being drug/ fever induced)
Deafness (this could be temporary or permanent)
Deaf blindness (this could be deemed as temporary, but still, imagine the panic in your character after a mission gone bad)
Trapped (whether this is after an explosion, car accident, natural disaster…)
UTI (Urinary Tract Infection)
Wisdom Tooth Removal (added purely because of all the funny fics that could be written as the person rides out the anesthetics - or the character could wake up in pain the next morning feeling like absolute trash so the second character looks after them by bringing soup and ice packs for their jaw)
I LOVE your prompts!! 💜 💜 💜 💜 I'm trying to figure out how to write a piece where the villain is in conflict because deep down, he loves the hero. He has had the hero captive for some time, and it's his (hero's) birthday. Any ideas?
1) “If you want to give me a gift,” the hero said. “Then give me my freedom back.”
“Anything but that.”
“That’s all I want.”
“The less ungrateful response,” the villain’s voice had began to edge dangerous again, “is thank you.”
The hero’s jaw clenched and they looked down. “It’s beautiful,” they bit out. “Very fitting for a canary in a cage, so thoughtful. Thank you.”
2) The hero tensed as they felt a cool breeze on their skin, for what felt the first time in forever. Presently, the blindfold was slipped away too. Outside. They were outside - it wasn’t just an open window or a fan, they were actually outside. The villain uncuffed them. By all rights, it was the world. Brimming with life and scent and sound. “What is this?” They managed.
“I cannot offer you your freedom, but…happy birthday. Do as you please.”
On closer glance, the world seemed some snow globe shook on the villain’s whim, every random passer by and shop keeper under their employ. But, after everything,they craved even the illusion of freedom too much to spit on it. The hero’s throat thickened.
3) “Pick someone to spare.”
“What?” Their heart dropped out.
“It hurts you to feel like you’re standing idly by - pick someone you want spared. Any name. The one you love perhaps.”
The hero stilled, because they didn’t make a habit of talking about them.
“How do I know you won’t kill whoever I pick?”
“I don’t need you to give me a name for that.”
4) “The best gift I can give you,” the villain’s eyes were alight with mania. “Is to take your hope away once and for all. It’s only hurting you more.”