Aliens reacting to human children losing their baby teeth and then their permanent teeth coming in. Maybe also being introduced to the concept of the Tooth Fairy and trying to figure out how that whole thing works?!
Most days Kadew could deal with human weirdness. He could handle the high levels of emotion, the contradicting traits of extreme survival skills and a complete lack of self preservation that many of the species had. So when his crew mate, Human-Tom, invited him to visit earth and experience his culture, Kadew had thought he could handle it and agreed.
It wasn’t the dangerous flora or fauna that sent him screaming from the planets surface.
Human-Tom had introduced Kadew to his son, Tiny-Human-Jon, who was no more than an infant. Kadew found the tiny pink creature repulsive, but he’d smiled and cooed about how cute the infant was for the sake of their interpersonal relationship. The baby took one look at the bright pink skin and luminous antennae, and erupted into a delighted fit of laughter. Everyone around grinned fondly, but Kadew’s pink skin shifted to a pale green.
Human-Tom cast a concerned glance to his crew mate. “You don’t look so good mate, what’s up?”
Kadew could barely bring himself to speak, but through no small amount of effort, he choked out, “someone appears to have removed your childs teeth, who would torture an infant?”
Kadew nearly fainted as Human-Tom started laughing.
He placed a comforting hand on Kadew’s shoulder hinge. “Jon is fine. There was no torture, he just hasn’t grown his baby teeth yet.”
Kadew blinked twice. “Baby…teeth?”
Human-Tom nodded easily. “Yeah, he’s just started teething.” Kadew offered only a blank stare in repsonse. Human-Tom ran a hand along the back of his neck. “Ok, well, humans are born with teeth. They first form when we’re babies, then when we’re prepubsescent they fall out and a re replaced with a permanent set.”
Kadew squealed in alarm. “Your teeth fall out??”
Another easy nod, as if it was the natural thing in the univrse. “For sure, we– hold on, Kelly just lost one, she’ll show you.”
Human-Tom’s daughter came at her fathers call, watching Kadew curiously. Human-Tom gestured her forward. “Wanna show him your gap?” Kadew’s skin pulsed blue in fear as the young female opened her mouth. A set of normal, gleaming white teeth occupied her mouth, just as others of her species and–
Kadew screeched at the gaping black hole where her two front teeth should have been, the gum bright red and inflammed.
Human-Kelly grinned. “I got six bucks from the tooth fairy for ‘em!” Her words were shapeless, her consonants drawn out and lispy.
“Tooth fairy?” Kadew was almost afraid to ask.
Human-kelly grinned again, clearly enjoying this. “The tiny winged being that gives us money for teeth while we sleep.”
Alex with a sleeve of tattoos is really a thing for me. Like imagine he started it on accident. He got one done when he was 16 in the foster system of three birds on his shoulder to honor his brother, mom, and dad (even though his dad was a dead beat; he couldn’t quite bring himself to hate him). He got one when he joined the military of his service number on his arm. He got a King’s College tat on his bicep when he got a scholarship there. The pride flag on his forearm when he came out. He added another bird when Phillip was born because now the tattoo reminded him less about losing family and more about gaining it. Little by little it all added up to two sleeves of tattoos that basically told his life story.
Prompt: Harry has always been cold towards Y/N, and one day she just breaks.
Word Count: 1581
Y/N wasn’t exactly sure why Harry was always so…cold towards
her. She wasn’t sure how to describe it, he never called her anything rude,
never swore at her, never yelled, but the tension always seemed to be in the
room. He always seemed to hate being around her, in her eyes he hated her. She
felt the negative vibes, he always rolled her eyes when she entered a room, he
always ignored her, and if answered her it was with a harsh and cold tone. It made
her want to shrink in her spot.
She didn’t understand. Harry was always so happy and warm
around others, he was always so quick to help them, but when it came to Y/n she
might as well have been invisible. It reached the point where she felt uncomfortable
being in the same room as him. She felt weak and small compared to him and she
didn’t like the idea of the two being alone.
It was the way he treated her, the small remarks her made
every time. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could take it, she had never
done anything to him. She took each blow extra hard, always having a crush on
Harry and having him treat her like this made her want to lock herself in a
room and cry. She couldn’t believe how mean he was.
Summary: There’s always been a spark between you and the guy next door; when life takes a rough turn, things between you accelerate. Pairing: Jensen x Reader Word Count: 4450 (without lyrics) Warnings: Trigger warning: Short assault scene; language, drinking. Mostly fluff-type stuff, despite the warnings. Challenge: Kari’s Favorites Challenge with the trope of “Neighbors AU” and Bronwyn’s Double Birthday Challenge where my prompt was Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift. (I can’t be the only one who thinks of certain green eyes when you hear that song!) @thing-you-do-with-that-thing@jpadjackles
“That was one time, Ackles, and that
spider was huge!”
Your neighbor flashed you an adorable
smile, and you managed to keep the blush off your cheeks this time. His smile
always reached his to-die-for green eyes, making you go weak at the knees.
Jensen was nearly eight years your senior, the owner of a very successful
brewery in town, and, even with the banter that had begun when you moved into
the house next door after your grandmother passed away, you knew there was
nothing more than friendship between the two of you.
With a soft laugh that made your
stomach flip, he stepped out onto the porch and asked what he could help you
“My friend Kari brought her car over –
needed the oil changed and whatnot. I’m trying to change out the oil filter
now, but it won’t budge.”
Kari was leaning against the hood of
the car, but straightened up quick when she saw you coming back to the driveway
“Hi, I’m Kari,” she introduced. You
envied her confidence sometimes; it had taken Jensen coming to offer help to
you and your brother on move-in day for you to even think about approaching
him. “Thanks for coming to help.”
“Jensen, nice to meet you. Happy to
He took the oil filter wrench from you
and got to work. You and Kari sat on the porch while he worked, talking about
hair and makeup, and before you knew it, the tune up job was done.
“You didn’t have to finish the job,”
you said, “I really appreciate that!”
“Not a problem, sunshine,” Jensen
assured, wiping the sweat from his face with a greasy rag. “Anytime. How’d you
get roped into doing this anyway?”
Before you could answer, Kari
interjected. “She’s got a hot date tonight, and I told her I would help her get
ready if she would help fix up my car. It pays to have a friend whose dad and
brothers taught her a thing or two.”
Your friend headed inside then, and you
walked Jensen back over to his house. He asked about your date, and you told
him about the guy from work you’d had your eye on for a while.
“He finally noticed me, I guess,” you
shrugged. “I’m trying not to get my hopes up about it too much. I’m a hopeless
romantic, and my head runs away with my heart sometimes. Or is it the other way
around? Well, whatever it is – just keeping things low-key tonight.”
Jensen agreed that was a good plan.
“Just make sure he treats you right, Y/N.”
“I’m sure he will,” you assured.
“Thanks again for your help with the car!”
“No problem. I’ll be at the brewery
tonight. Bring Mr. Wonderful in, I’ll get you guys a round on the house.”
With a thank you and a playful
wink in Jensen’s direction, you headed back to your place to shower and get
ready for your date.
Bryan was handsome, tall, successful –
and apparently was well aware of the fact. Once the two of you got to dinner,
he was no longer the nice guy from work you chatted and joked with every now
and then. He was down right full of himself, and you couldn’t wait for dinner
and the movie to be over so you could get home and never think about him again.
He had other plans, apparently. Once
the two of you got back in his car, he immediately leaned over the console and
pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was rough and sloppy, and not a gesture you
wanted to be a part of in the first place. The whole night was turning out to
be a disappointment, but now you were borderline disgusted.
“Look, I just want to go home, all
right?” you told Bryan when you were finally able to push him away.
He snorted. “Oh, please. The other
girls have told me how hot you’ve been for me. This is your only chance, Y/N.
Sure you want to pass on it?”
Who the hell did he think he was? God’s
gift, clearly. With a roll of your eyes, you got out of the car. You didn’t
need him. You could call a friend or one of your brothers or even a cab to get
You were just a few feet down the
sidewalk when Bryan caught up to you and gripped your arm so tightly, you
yelped. Of course, the two of you were parked so far out in the lot, there was
no one around to help you. You’d have to make a break for it if he was going to
be this crazy.
“Let me go!” you demanded.
Bryan squeezed tighter. “You’re nothing
special, you know that? Girls like you are a dime a dozen. But if you think I’m
gonna let you go back to work and tell them anything about tonight, you’ve got
another thing coming.”
“I don’t want to tell anyone anything,
I just want to go home!”
“After you give me what I took you out
He started to drag you back towards the
car, but you dug your heels in and refused to move your feet. Bryan’s open hand
came down hard across your face, shocking you momentarily, until you saw red.
He was facing you now, and one hard, swift kick to the family jewels loosed his
hold on you and brought Bryan to the ground, writhing in pain.
Your cheek stung like a bitch, and your
feet was sore by the time you walked the five blocks to Jensen’s brewery.
Constantly looking over your shoulder, expecting Bryan to be right behind you
at any moment, got you to your destination in record time.
It would have been easier, you
supposed, to go back into the theater and call a friend or your brothers or a
cab. Your brothers would have gone to jail after hunting Bryan down, though,
and any of your friends would have made it into far more drama than you wanted
to deal with just then. That left the cab, but you didn’t want to go home and
be alone, either.
So here you were, standing at the bar
of the brewery with bruises forming on your arm and face. Tear stains formed
streaks from your eyes to your jaw. You found an open spot at the corner of the
bar against the wall; you didn’t see Jensen immediately, so you sent him a
text. If he didn’t answer in a few minutes, you’d ask someone to track him down
Are you still at work? I’m sitting at
You wanted to somehow warn him of your
current state, but you didn’t know how to word it. A minute after you sent the
text, Jensen appeared from the back. He spotted you instantly. His smile turned
to a look of concern, and he made a beeline for where you were sitting.
“What the hell happened?” Jensen asked,
his voice laced with the same concern in his expression, plus a touch of anger.
Your chin quivered and your eyes watered
all over again. Being here, with someone familiar, was the relief of safety;
for that reason, you couldn’t stop yourself from crying. Jensen took your hand
and told you to follow him to the back. He led you to his office, sat you in
his comfy desk chair, and told you he would be right back.
By the time Jensen returned, you had
composed yourself. He handed you an opened bottle of your favorite beer, then
carefully set an ice pack against your face.
“Wanna tell me what happened?” Jensen
asked, this time much more calm than his initial inquiry.
You bit your bottom lip. “Mr. Wonderful
turned out to be Mr. Not-So-Wonderful.”
Jensen nodded as though he had figured
as much. “Just your face?”
“He slapped my face,” you explained.
“And he grabbed my arm.”
Jensen gently rolled up your sleeve to
inspect your arm. It was already bruising, but there wasn’t much ice could do
for you there. At least on your face, it kept the swelling down.
“What do you wanna do?” Jensen asked.
“I just want to go home, but I don’t
want to be alone. And I don’t want to make a crazy big deal out of this.”
Jensen caressed the uninjured side of
your face before leaning back on the desk. He must have been considering
whether or not to go with what you wanted, or make you call the police.
“All right. Stay here. Give me ten
minutes, then I’ll take you home.”
You nodded and kept the ice on your
face. The stinging had turned to a burn, so the ice was soothing. It had
started to melt and you were dropping the bag into the trash can when Jensen
“Sorry,” he said sheepishly. “Had to
rearrange some things.”
You were suddenly self-conscious.
“Jensen, you didn’t have to do that for me …”
“I did,” he replied quickly. “I mean,
you’re my friend and you came to me for help. C’mon, sunshine. Let’s get you
As you followed Jensen out to his
truck, you thought about what he had said. It had never occurred to you that
the two of you were more than neighbors and acquaintances, but Jensen saying
the two of you were friends certainly made you feel less regretful about going
to him for help. That didn’t mean, of course, that you didn’t try to explain
yourself the moment you were seated in the passenger seat.
“It’s just that my brothers would have
been way pissed, and Kari would have made it a bigger deal than it needed to
be. I just wanted to go home and be safe.”
“I can understand that. We’ll handle
this your way, but for the record, that doesn’t mean this isn’t a big deal or
that I’m not pissed. You don’t deserve to be treated that way – nobody does.”
The rest of the ride home was silent.
Jensen parked his truck in his driveway, then asked for your house key.
“I’ll go in first. Can’t be too
You had no problem with that. Never in
your life had you been treated the way Bryan had treated you, and it scared you
shitless, quite frankly. Having Jensen there was a welcome comfort.
“I think you’re good,” he said, handing
back the key. You placed it in your purse, which you went to put in your room.
When you came back, Jensen was still
standing near the doorway, looking somewhat nervous. You cleared your throat.
“I don’t think I’ll sleep tonight. Have
you eaten? I’ll cook for you,” you offered.
“I ate.” He finally pulled his hands
from his pocket. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable with what you’ve been
through tonight, but I don’t really want you to be alone. Somehow next door
doesn’t seem close enough.” He chuckled, nervously. “If you want me to crash on
the couch or stay up with you, I will. Or we can go to my place. Whatever will
make you feel safe.”
You breathed a sigh of relief. “I
wasn’t sure how to bring that up, so thanks for doing it for me. I’m gonna take
a shower, then maybe we can watch a movie or something?”
Jensen nodded. “Sounds good.”
You disappeared into the bathroom with
your favorite fluffy towel, and started the water as hot as you could stand it.
You cried a little again, just from the emotions of what had happened, when
washing your tender face brought everything rushing back as though it had
happened just a few minutes ago, and not an hour or so. You wrapped up your
shower pretty quick, dressed in sweats and a tank top, and went back out to the
Jensen was sitting on the couch,
playing on his phone. He looked up at you and smiled. “Feeling a little
“A little,” you nodded. “You changed?”
“Yeah, ran home real quick while you
showered. Grabbed a six pack of locals, too.”
You smirked when he handed you a
longneck of beer from his brewery. It was pretty delicious, so you took a good
long drink after that initial sip to taste.
You answered Kari’s text message about
how the date had went while Jensen debated between a couple of funny movies for
the two of you to watch. You kept your answer relatively vague, but promised to
tell her the whole story at work the next day.
Thanks to half the six-pack and the
shock wearing off, you were asleep before the movie was over. Without realizing
it, you dozed off against Jensen’s shoulder. He covered you with the comforter
you had dragged out from your bedroom, switched from the DVD player to the TV,
and fell asleep with an arm around placed protectively around you.
When the two of you woke the next
morning, stretched out on the couch together, your cheek against Jensen’s
chest, you were only a little embarrassed. A potentially
anxiety-and-paranoia-filled night had turned into a quiet, comforting evening.
You got up and made a pot of coffee before dressing for work. As you got ready,
you were quiet as you could be so you didn’t wake Jensen until you needed to
“Hey,” you said softly, sitting next to
him. “I’m leaving for work. You can stay as long as you want, just lock the
door on your way out.”
Jensen nodded and made you promise to
be careful before falling asleep again. It was strange in a very pleasant way
to leave a man you didn’t know extremely well but felt so safe and familiar
with asleep on your couch.
When you got to work and told Kari the
whole story, she made about as big of a deal out of it as you expected, but you
quickly shushed her.
“I don’t want a lot of people to know,
all right? I’m not embarrassed I just – I don’t want to talk about it. And
other people are liable to talk anyway.”
Kari didn’t like it, but she promised
to keep quiet. Your workday went on as usual, until Bryan found you sometime
“Hey Y/N,” he greeted, as though
nothing had happened. “I really enjoyed last night.”
You rolled your eyes and otherwise
ignored him. He made himself comfortable; you used all of your willpower not to
make eye contact. Your heart was racing. Not even twenty-four hours ago, this
same smiling, pleasant man had slapped you across the face and would have
likely done far worse if you hadn’t gotten away.
“I will have you, you know,” Bryan said,
leaning forward so that anyone passing by wouldn’t be able to hear him. “I
always get what I want. I’m sure you still want me – no one lets go that
Thanks God for Kari, who had been
checking on you periodically throughout the day as it was. She frowned when she
saw Bryan talking to you, but the moment he spotted her, he simply winked at
you and left.
“What was that about?” Kari asked.
Attempting not to have a panic attack,
you went ahead and told her what Bryan had said.
“You can’t keep on with this, Y/N,” she
said sternly. “Sounds like last night was just the start. If he isn’t taking a
kick to the junk as a hint, Lord knows what he is capable of.”
You ran a hand through your hair. “I
“Please, at least go talk to the boss.
Get yourself or Bryan re-assigned so you don’t have to see him.”
You hated the idea of being a victim –
that was part of the humiliation of all of this. Kari was right though. With
her encouragement, you went right to the boss’s office and spilled the whole
Your boss sighed. “I’m sympathetic with
you, Y/N, really. Unfortunately, as the incident happened away from company
property, our policy is not to get involved.”
She leaned forward on her desk.
“Without a restraining order of some kind, my hands are tied.”
You nodded, feeling full confidence for
the first time that day. “Fine. Then I am officially handing in my resignation.
I’m sorry, but I can’t work in an unsafe environment.”
She didn’t bother calling you back to
her office or anything; for that reason, you were even more comfortable with
your decision. Another job would come along and until then, well, you would
figure things out.
You weren’t going to be a victim of
this thing that had happened to you.
Kari offered to cancel her date that
night to hang out with you, but you assured her you would be fine. It was
clearly all for the best, and you had some things to figure out, anyway.
It didn’t help that the easiest
distraction from your problems was your neighbor’s green eyes and devastating
smile. When you thought about the way he had cared for you the night before,
how protective he had been, you got butterflies in your stomach. The idea
embarrassed you only a little; surely he wasn’t into younger women. Whatever
had gone on last night had been because you were friends, like Jensen said.
That didn’t stop you from putting on
your most casually adorable outfit and driving over to the brewery. Jensen had
texted you earlier in the day that he would be working the bar if you needed
anything, and that planted the seed in your mind. Even if you didn’t expect
anything to happen, it wouldn’t hurt to have a couple drinks while you ogled
your crush. You know, to cheer yourself up.
The smile he gave you when you took a
seat at the bar erupted even more butterflies in your stomach. You gave a
little wave and smiled bigger when he came over to see you.
“Your face looks better,” Jensen
“Wow, thanks,” you teased him.
Jensen laughed. “You know what I mean.
“Same we had last night, please. I really
“Ah, my favorite.” He filled a pint
glass and set it in front of you. “Not too much. You’ve got to work in the
You shook your head as you drank down a
good portion of the beer. “I quit.”
Jensen’s eyes went wide, but you explained
about Bryan’s remarks and your boss’s reaction. When you were done telling the
whole thing, he said he was proud of you.
“I’m glad you stood up for yourself.”
“Even if your friend is an unemployed
loser now?” you snorted. It had been meant as a joke, but fell just shy of
Jensen chucked you under the chin.
“You’re not a loser, Y/N. I don’t care that you’re unemployed, but if
you want, you can work here for a while, till you find something else.”
“Jensen, you don’t have to do that.
You’ve helped me enough – more than enough.”
He shook his head. “I told you when you
moved in next door that I was here to help with whatever you need, and I meant
that. Now, you’ve already been drinking so you can’t start tonight. How about
You could have hugged him across the
counter, you were so excited. You agreed to meet him there Monday morning to
“I find it interesting that he is so
quick to help you all of the sudden,” Kari commented when she came over the
next day. “Like after he found out you were dating someone.”
“I wasn’t dating someone, I went on a
date with somebody and it turned out awful,” you corrected.
Kari rolled her eyes. “Not the point,
“Your point is invalid. Jensen had
helped with a lot of things since I moved in.”
Kari nodded. “How many times before all
of this did you two fall asleep on your couch together before all of this?”
You didn’t want to answer her. You knew
what she was getting at, but if you allowed yourself to go there, even just in
your mind, you were setting yourself up for disappointment. Just like that
hadn’t stopped you from dressing cute and going to the brewery to see him when
you needed cheering up, it didn’t stop you from dressing to impress to meet him
Monday morning, either,
After giving you a full tour of the
place, Jensen went through the office duties that would now be your
responsibility. You had expected to be waiting tables or washing dishes; Jensen
warned you there would be some of that but mostly you would be working as his
You sat on the counter of the bar while
he put away glasses, teasing him about taking advantage of the new help, when
he looked at you with an expression that fell somewhere between amused and
“What if I did take advantage?” he
Your smile quickly faded. “Seriously?
Jensen set down the glass in his and
moved closer to where you were sitting. He settled himself between your knees;
you weren’t offended but … well, you weren’t exactly sure what you were feeling
at that moment.
“I mean, not really take advantage of
course,” Jensen clarified. That wasn’t something you were worried about, but
you appreciated the effort. His fingers pushed your hair behind your ear. “But
I was already thinking about you probably way more than I should. Then
everything went down with that guy, and you came to me. It got me thinking
about more things I probably shouldn’t be thinking about.”
The uncertainty fell away and you knew
exactly what you felt and exactly what you wanted. When Jensen’s hand carded
into your hair before gently guiding your mouth towards his, a daydream you had
indulged in time and time again became a reality.
When Jensen parted from you, he did so
slowly; somehow, he must have known that you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself
upright immediately after he broke that perfect kiss. A million things were
running through your head. When you were able to form a coherent sentence
again, you decided to just be honest with him.
“A few days ago, I had a date with a
guy I’ve ha d my eye on for a while. It didn’t turn out so well.”
“I know,” he said softly, not moving
from where he stood. His hands ran up and down your thighs, and the movement
sent shivers up and down your spine.
Deep breath. “I’ve had a thing for you
since I met you pretty much. With you being older than me, and my neighbor who
helped me every now and then, I never expected anything to come of it. Then all
of that happened, and now we’re sleeping on couches together and you’re telling
me things and we’re kissing on your bar.”
“I know,” Jensen said again.
“Say something besides ‘I know’.”
He kissed you, a soft, chaste peck this
time. “I don’t want to rush this. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. I know
it didn’t work out for you so well last time, getting the guy you wanted. But I
want you too, Y/N. I want to get to know you better and be your best friend and
take care of you. Maybe though, we can start with dinner tomorrow night? You
know, a proper one. Kari can come over to help you get ready, I’ll put on some
expensive cologne. That kind of thing.”
“I’d like that,” you said with a light
laugh. “Thank you for understanding.”
Jensen nodded and helped you off the
bar. “I’ve got you, sunshine.”
Monday and Tuesday were usually the
days the brewery was closed, so that everyone could recover from the weekend.
You and Jensen had gone in the day before so he could finish up the paperwork
from the weekend and show you how things worked. With all of your nerves over
your date that night, you appreciated that you had the day off.
With all of that nervous energy, you
decided it would be a good day to deep clean the house before you had to get
ready to go out with Jensen later that night. You opened the windows and let
the early summer breeze air out the place.
Always careful about bothering the
neighbors, you had your music quietly playing as you moved about the house. A
lawn mower revved up outside in the early afternoon, so you turned up the
volume on your music.
You were in a pair of jean cutoffs and
a thin, loose tank top. No shoes on your feet, and your hair in a messy bun on
your head. You’d washed your face that morning, but the glow of the sweat
build-up from working in the house had added a sheen to your exposed skin.
Drop everything now
Meet me in the pouring rain
Kiss me on the sidewalk
Take away the pain
‘Cause I see, sparks fly, whenever you smile
Get me with those green eyes, baby
As the lights go down
Gimme something that’ll haunt me whenever you’re not around
‘Cause I see, sparks fly, whenever you smile
You didn’t care one bit about that when
one of your guilty pleasure songs came on and you immediately thought of
It didn’t matter that you were a mess
or that you were going to see him later. You had something to tell Jensen, and
you needed to tell him now.
You jogged out the front door, the
screen slamming behind you. You looked over towards Jensen’s house and saw that
he was the one mowing. He was shirtless, sweat dripping down his face and
chest, and that only made your heart quicken. Summoning up the courage, you stood
in front of the mower.
Jensen came to an abrupt stop and took
the headphones from his ears. “Y/N, you all right?”
You nodded. “I know this must sound
crazy, but I couldn’t wait until tonight to tell you. I want to get to know you
better and be your best friend and take care of you, too. I don’t want to do
this slow dating thing. I want us to do this, for real.”
He stood to the side of the mower. “You
“As sure as I’ve ever been of anything.
I’ve spent way too long just being the girl next door. I want to be your girl.”
Jensen grinned. The connection between
the two of you became magnetic; you met in the middle of the distance between
you. Jensen pulled you up into his arms, and your legs wrapped around his hips.
You pressed your mouth hard against Jensen’s, but forming that pucker to kiss
him was difficult.
It’s not necessary but you may want to read the original story here: X
•After the threesome of the century both men held you as you panted and shivered. Two pairs of lips pressed sweet, gentle kisses all along your quivering body, until you had calmed down enough that you could finally breathe normally.
•They’d probably tell you how they didn’t want this to be a one time thing, how they actually cared for you and wanted to be with you.
•You’d smile sleepily as you laid peacefully between them, listening intently as they told you just how much they loved you.
•The next morning you wake up to only one pair of arms wrapped around you; Steve’s. you begin to think that maybe you had dreamt the Bucky part but then the soldier comes meandering into the room, some food in hand. “I’ve got a warm bath waiting for you,” He’d smile as he gestured to his bathroom.
•speaking of baths/showers it wasn’t exactly easy to fit two super soldiers plus another human being into your small tub. Showers weren’t much better, the amount of times Bucky nearly fell and busted his ass open were innumerable (he was surprisingly clumsy)
•The three of you immediately start a relationship, a secret one of course. After all what would the press think if they saw America’s two wonder boys dating each other and another person as well?
•No one finds out for a long time, no one even knew about the whole thing until the three of you directly came out and stated that you were dating.
•The team didn’t know what to think but eventually they realized you guys were a pretty damn cute couple (Fewple?)
•Eventually the three of you come out to the rest of the world, huge mistake on your guys’ part.
•dealing with the press was always hard, they were always so judgemental and snide about the fact that three of you were dating.
•The fans were even worse. The amount of times the three of you had been victims of unprecedented crimes were innumerable but as you laid in Steve and Bucky’s embrace, both of them sleepily kissing you you realized that it was all worth it.
•The three of you had to have sex at least once every day. Turns out the two super soldiers can actually be horny beasts.
•The boys could easily recover within minutes after their orgasm but you weren’t a Supersoldier and you needed time. The boys would always hold you and kiss you, pet your hair and skin as you recovered. They always were very gentle with you, they knew how tiring it was to take both of them so they sure as hell made up for it. They’d probably tell you how good you did, how amazing you felt, praising you and kissing you softly until you were ready for a round 2.
•Neither one of them is kinky, other than the threesome every day thing. In fact they were rather vanilla but you didn’t mind in the slightest. After all, who could complain when you had two men buried to the hilt inside of you.
•Both men were extremely affectionate too, they loved to curl up with you and simply lay there for hours on end. They always had to be touching you too, holding hands, an arm around your waist, a soft kiss here and there. It was almost funny to think that such two strong, dark, intimidating men were actually just giant sweethearts.
•Steve always loved to cook for the three of you and you two loved it as well. Steve was a damn good cook, everything he made was simply delicious.
•The three of you try to bake together sometimes but it
Usually ends in food fights between the three of you (Tony doesn’t appreciate having flour caked into the walls) so instead you just let Steve do all the work.
•The three of you often spend hours watching movies, reading, listening to music, just getting caught up with the times.
•Honestly the Supersoldier sandwich is probably the greatest cuddle position you’ve ever experienced. Being wedged between two of the warmest, comfiest men on the face of the earth was absolutely heavenly.
•Bucky was most definitely the most protective one of the group. Steve could be at times but usually Bucky was the one always guarding the two of you like a hawk. If someone even looked at you differently there sure as hell was going to be hell to pay.
•Steve and Bucky often tell you stories about the war. They’d always get this reminiscent twinkle in their eyes and this soft little smile on their lips, it always warmed your heart to see them regard their past so fondly.
•THESE TWO WOULD SERIOUSLY LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND THEY’D DO ANYTHING FOR YOU AND JUST SWEET, ADORING, DOMESTIC SUPERSOLDIERS THAT IS ALL.
FP Jones/Andrews Family/Riverdale imagines - Oh Dear Part 1
AN: It’s so awkward when nearly the whole fandom is in love with the teenage boys on the show and I’m over here obsessing over the DILFs and the girls of the show. So I wrote this to see who else adores the daddies of Riverdale. This will be a series so stick around for more if you love this serpent as much as I.
Summary: You’re Archie’s old sister and you have a thing for a certain serpent
Pairing: Reader x FP Jones, Sister!Reader x Archie Andrews, Daughter!Reader x Fred Andrews
Word count: 1,967
Warnings: Well, FP is clearly older than the reader in this fic, none really
It all started when you were younger. Jughead’s Dad came over one night to talk to Jughead. Jughead was round for a sleepover with your younger brother Archie and FP came round because he had some news, about what, you didn’t know. But what you did know was in that moment you realised you were utterly attracted to your younger brother’s best friend’s Dad. That was the moment you knew you were screwed.
Mark Tuan. Known around campus as the resident heartbreaker. It was obvious why. He was devastatingly handsome and charming. Once he set his sights on a girl, she was a goner. He would wine and dine them, get them into bed and then come up with some lame excuse as to why anything more serious just wouldn’t work.
Mark Tuan, the same one who had been assigned to be the subject of your behavioral analysis study for the last month, had his eyes on you now.
AND ANOTHER THING: netflix can get out of here with the tried everything bullshit. they haven’t tried since day one when sense8 came out. shit promotions. shit advertising. shit support system. and they tried even less with season 2. the promo for sense8 season 2 didnt came out til weeks before it aired and i saw oitnb promos MONTHS before the season ever started. tumblr gifs did a whole lot more promotion than they ever did.
fans deserved better, the show deserved better and i am sorry
Hey, I was thinking maybe you could write about Harry and Y/N being celebrities and having to do a PR stunt. They both hate PR stunts because they are in love with their current girlfriend/boyfriend (which r okay with the PR stunt). Harry and Y/N end up falling for each other.
Word Count: 2973
A/M: This idea was
amazing anon! I might have tweaked it a little bit, but thank you so much for
sending it to me! I’m sorry it took forever for me to get this up. There will be a part two. Hope you enjoy! Tell me if you do! :)
You insisted on putting the last touches of your makeup
yourself, now finishing your look with the right shade of red.
“What do you think?” You asked turning to your
boyfriend as you did a little spin to show off your dress.
“You look great. Always do.” He said barely looking
You crossed your arms and gave him an annoyed look.
“What?” He asked half annoyed, “You ask the same
thing every time, and ever since you started "going out” with him it’s
"Not going to wish me luck?"
"Luck on what? It’s another date with him isn’t it?”
“It’s a premier. I’m kind of nervous actually. It’s my
“I’m sure you’ll do fine. You’ve gone through this kind of
You rolled your eyes, "Whatever. I’ll see you
tomorrow.” You said waving him off
It had been the routine for the last 6 months. You had become a
rising star within the last two year; a star that came to the level of
popularity that your agent had decided that it’d be good for you if you were to
have a “fake boyfriend.” But never in your wildest dreams did you
think that this fake boyfriend would be Harry Styles.
—7 months ago—
“What on earth would he get out of "dating”
"Well,” your agent started, “He’s obviously very
famous and popular around the world, and you need the publicity. You're this close,”
he said giving a hand gesture that showed the small distance he was referring
to, “This close to being the next huge thing. If you do this
with Harry, it will prolong your career."
You sighed, "Again, that wasn’t my question. What does
Harry get out of it? I’m not that famous. What benefit does he get?”
Your agent frowned, “I thought you liked him. I thought
you’d be thrilled to "go out” with him.“
"I am! He’s great, he’s cute. But more importantly he’s a
genuine guy. I have met him before. I just want to know why. I don’t want
to completely take advantage of him."
He heaved a deep sigh, "You attract a certain audience and
style and it’s something that his agent seems to like as well to broaden his
own audience like he will for you.”
You were able to breathe a little easier, now knowing more about
this seemingly odd situation. Even if it was something that’s been done since
the very beginning of Hollywood and the fame industry.
“Alright. I’ll agree to it if he agrees to it. But you
know, we have to talk to [Y/BF/N] about this. I don’t know how he’ll react to
something like this.” And you started to feel anxious at the
“Don’t worry. I’ll talk to him about it.” Your agent
said, “Also we’ll have to meet with Harry and his agent to discuss the
ground rules. You said you’ve met him before right?”
You nodded, “At a party about 2 months ago."
"Good. I’ll call you when we’ll be meeting with him. It’s
also when we’ll discuss how we’ll bring you two into the public eye.”
“Whoa. Hold on, shouldn’t we wait until he agrees to being
He gave a look, "Wait I didn’t mention it? He already
"What? Oh. Well alright.”
Everything had be sorted out beforehand, and you and Harry had
met to see what you would both agree upon. The terms for the relationship were
both simple and basic.
No spontaneous PDA
And no spontaneous trips away.
Everything had to have been planned and known beforehand.
You didn’t have a doubt in your mind. The rules were too easy.
You both were already taken. This was simply work.
The first few times a month after the idea and rules were laid
out, you had both made it look easy. But it wasn’t quite the “young
love” that people thought it would be.
But your agents and the managing teams had an idea to make the
relationship seem more believable.
So this time the scene was set- a table near a window of a very
public restaurant. The lighting was very dim just enough to enhance the
candlelight that was at every table, but the focus on you and Harry was very
The place wasn’t busy… yet; but with the whispers of people
nearby, including the staff, you knew that the plan was working and that by the
time you were to both walk out, the paparazzi would be everywhere.
Hello! If you're still doing headcanons, do you mind showing us what it would be like for RFA running into MC's ex? I know a lot of people probably did this one but imagine that MC's ex was like perfect like the most perfect soulmate to have with numerous skills, perfect looks, does donations and charities him/herself. And they question why they broke up?
Interesting one! Hope you like what we came up with. ;)
The fish bun truck was in town and Zen decided to grab some
A young man was standing by a nearby booth for some charity organization
Thinking he might be a potential party guest, he went to strike up a conversation
The man talks about the organization he recently took ownership of that helps several orphanages raise funds
The name sounded familiar and Zen realized it was the place you volunteered at before the RFA
He asked the man if he knew you
Turns out he dated you years ago
When he asks Zen how he knows you, well…this is awkward
He’s not jealous, but….Zen doesn’t extend an invitation to the next RFA party
When he sees you next time, he mentions it
He’s confused because the guy seemed nice and successful
He thought something went very wrong, and was ready to get protective
You explained that nothing went wrong, but you grew distant cuz of work so it was a mutual break up
Zen takes note and makes sure he always has time in his schedule for you
You both were playing a round of LOLOL and one of the player’s names sounded familiar
You realized from the profile was from your ex
You laugh and tell Yoosung casually before logging off to cook some dinner
He’s curious, so he starts chatting with the guy
He’s surprised to find the guy is really nice
He doesn’t mention you, but asks a bit about the guy
Turns out the guy graduated college early and was settled into a good job
He just played games occasionally for fun
After Yoosung was done chatting with him, he told you what happened
He asked why you would’ve left someone who seemed so capable and well matched to you
You explained that your ex’s mom didn’t like you since she didn’t think you were well-off
Your ex broke it off to please his mother
Yoosung felt so bad, he pulled you into a hug
“Just to let you know…my mom really likes you.”
You smile, wondering how you got so lucky
A customer came to the cafe and ordered coffee
Nothing was off about it, but Jaehee recognized it from the picture of your ex that you showed her before
You didn’t say much more about him, so Jaehee always respected your privacy
You never talked about him poorly and it seemed like he was an amazing person
She always wondered what happened
But when you asked to be excused from your shift early as soon as you saw him, she went into overprotective friend mode
He came to the counter to pay and asked, “Sorry, does someone by the name of MC work here?”
Jaehee replied, “Why do you ask?”
Apparently, your ex wanted to contact you again
He explained to Jaehee that you had dated a few years ago, but he broke it off because he needed space and to find himself
He wanted to get in touch with you again, but your old number didn’t work
Jaehee off-handedly dismissed him saying you didn’t work there
Later, she doesn’t say anything about it, but just makes your favorite dish and brings home chocolate
He had recently hired a few new employees
He was making some rounds to meet them and talk to them a little bit
He didn’t know when he had hired him, but you recognized one of the names as your ex
When he came face-to-face with him, he thought he was going to be arrogant or rude
It was quite the opposite
Your ex was skilled and very kind–similar to you
Jumin wanted to be mean to him, but really couldn’t because the guy was so nice
He asks you at home why things had been broken off
You said your ex was a workaholic that always put work above her when it came down to it
After awhile, you lost the spark
Jumin understood, but became slightly self-conscious of his own work habits
You reassured him that he never made you feel anything but loved
Still, he took your past relationship to heart and always made sure his work came second
Work has been stressful, so he wants to start customizing another one of his cars
He knows a parts vendor in town that he’s bought from before so he goes for a visit
The co-owner comes by to check out the car model and make
He sees one of Seven’s keychains which holds a picture of you two together
He chuckles and says that you’re his ex
Seven remember you mentioning him before…but didn’t realize it was this guy
There’s some awkward silence before your ex asks how you’re doing
As Seven’s leaving, your ex tells him to say hi to you
Seven knew the co-owner before, so he knew how kind he was and successful and normal for someone so young
He wonders why you even left him in the first place
When he asks you what happened, you explain that you and your ex never connected really
He was a good guy, but he was too serious for you after awhile
You say that relationship changed you, and it’s why you saw life differently
He smiled when you say you’re so thankful for him as he and you click so well
was almost 11 pm when the vehicle finally came to a halt. You guys have been
jamming to different songs from The
Neighbourhood along the way, you getting surprised with how well Jimin knew
the lyrics. And of course you got
surprised at his amazing voice.
I didn’t know you could sing! Damn fine,’’ you complimented him and you gave
him a shove against his arm. He sheepishly started to grin and looked out of
his car window.
I wouldn’t be so sure of that. I think there are better singers out there,’’ he
replied and a silence fell upon you two. Only the soft rain, ticking on the
windows and roof, but later on thunder and lightning was added to it.
first lightning made Jimin look up and he unbuckled his seatbelt. You started
to struggle with yours, eyes and mind not that clear anymore, because you may
have drank a bit too much wine. You didn’t recall Jimin drinking that much, but
at the date one of the things you talked about, was how he wasn’t planning on
drinking too much. He had to drive to his home in the end of course.
let me help you,’’ you heard Jimin say and his hands came in sight, touching
yours as he unbuckled your seatbelt. Your eyes widened a bit and you coughed,
climbing out of the car quickly and closing the door behind you. Jimin stepped
out too and at that very moment, another lightning lit up the sky.
Summary: You and Spencer are kidnapped and you are tortured.
Warnings: Explicit torturing and angst.
Pairings: Spencer x Reader and a bit Platonic Derek x Reader.
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“You can kill me. You can torture me. You can rip me apart limb from limb. But for the love of God please don’t touch her.” Spencer’s voice echoed through the empty room. The man standing between you and him merely chuckling.
You screamed out as another lash landed on your bare back. Your body arched forward, trying to pull as much away from it as possible, but your restraints kept you firmly in the same place. Your arms were tied above your head and your feet just touched the ground.
Fifth day of hell.
Spencer stiffened and pulled violently on the restraints that kept him station to a pole.
“Please! Stop!” he screamed out. “Please. Please!”
that post you just reblogged with the “person carrying an absurd and improbable number of weapons must remove them all" trope but with Coran👀
“Shed your weapons before entering the conference room.”
Keith glared at the placid-faced attendant, but at a responding look from Shiro, he sighed and put the wrapped knife on the tray.
Pidge pulled some kind of God-only-knew-what out of her pockets.
Allura took off the bands under her gloves, which was a surprise to them all.
Coran took off his particle shield generator.
And the pistol holstered to his hip -”How long has he had that?” Lance hissed to Hunk, who could only shrug, because he certainly hadn’t seen it.
And a knife sheathed in the small of his back.
And a set of small needle-looking things hidden in his glove.
“Are you seeing this?” Keith whispered to Allura.
Out came some sort of miniature drone from under his collar. And either the controller or another one from his waistband.
“Oh, come on,” Pidge muttered when he crouched to start removing his boot.
Then they all except for Shiro gaped outright when his leg opened up to reveal two small blasters. “I’m afraid these two are attached,” Coran told the attendant.
“Do you have a shutdown capability?”
“This little blue button here acts as a temporary disable,” Coran replied, and the attendant reached down with one of its six long appendages to press it, causing the panels to re-seal.
“Is that everything?” It asked as he put his boot back on and stood up.
“Oh, one more,” Coran said, and Lance could only shake his head in awe as he reached into his pocket and produced the tiniest blaster any of them had ever seen. “I’m not even sure this one is functional, but it was a gift from a
“Very well, you may pass,” the attendant said, completely unfazed.
“You are never allowed to carp at us about unarmed practice again,” Lance hissed as they headed down the tunnel to the diplomatic rotunda.
“Hm? I don’t recall ever saying I brought those with me to spars.”
“Oh, you just happen to load up every time we leave the ship?”
The smiles both Coran and Allura gave them were a little disconcerting.
Summary:Sons of Anarchy meets Supernatural. In this AU, the Winchesters run the most notorious biker gang in Lawrence. They traffic illegal drugs, weapons, and anything else that makes them money and keeps them on top. Characters in this chapter: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Crowley, Jo Harvelle, Mary Winchester,Balthazar, Michael, Gabriel Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader Word Count: 2,104 Warnings: Language, casual drug use, angst, someone gets stabbed. Author’s Note:This series isn’t going to be light and fluffy. It will include explicit language, explicit sexual content, casual use of illegal drugs, explicit canon typical violence.Miss the beginning?
With the tension thick in the air, everyone took their seats at the table quickly. Dean sat in John’s chair and started the meeting in the same manner as his father; skull ring tapping on the table.
There was no point in beating around the bush. “Dad’s been put into a medically-induced coma,” Dean admitted, his voice weary from keeping his emotions under control. There were murmurs of confusion, so you elaborated further.
“With the bullet’s location, placing him in the coma was the only choice they had. It sounds like a death sentence, but believe me when I say that it’s John’s only chance of survival,” you added quickly, hoping to keep the gang from getting riled up.
Several men turned and glared at you darkly. “Where were you when he got shot?” demanded Balthazar, his accented-voice dangerously low.
Prompt: a hoarse whisper “Kiss me”. Here you go, Luna! I know you probably wanted smut (I know I wanted smut lol) but this is what happened. I hope you like it anyway! AO3 link
From afar, she looks perfectly fine. Everything always does.
Cassian stares at Nesta from the doorway, unsure of whether
she might have heard him or not. She is standing in front of the
floor-to-ceiling window, staring out beyond the Sidra, the warm glow of the
sunset illuminating her silhouette. Cassian thinks she looks ethereal – an
angel who found its way from Elysium into this grievous world. Her posture is perfectly erect, as always. Her
hair is flawlessly plaited into a crown. Her dress is impeccable and fit for a
Yet as he moves towards her, it’s as if the image shifts
before his eyes. He notices the slight curve of her spine, as if her shoulders
are weighed down and the ground is waiting for her to crumple. He notices the
tremor in her fingers, even as she keeps them wrapped around her slender arms,
hugging herself as if to keep herself together. And when he’s next to her, he
sees the wet trails on her cheeks, the teardrops clumping her eyelashes together
and making her eyes an impossibly light shade of blue – like a flash of
lightning in the middle of a storm. Despite all this, he can’t help but think
she looks achingly beautiful.
He’s not surprised that she’s been crying, though, he was
expecting it. It was the reason he came to find her – the string tied to his
ribs wrenching him in her direction so forcefully that his breath caught in his
throat. It had subdued now that he was next to her, and Nesta’s crying seems to
have subdued as well, long past the stage of choked sobs and gasping breaths –
if it had ever even got to that. He doesn’t know if perhaps violent crying
would be better than this quiet anguish but either way, he feels her pain and
sorrow as if it was his own: murky water drowning his heart, a heavy blanket
smothering his lungs, a frozen chill numbing his bones.
He stands silently next to her, wordlessly offering his
strength to her and she doesn’t say anything either – another thing he
expected. Nesta had never been one of many words, especially when it came to
her feelings and vulnerabilities, and their bond, the profound understanding
between them, was deeper than words could convey anyway.
They stand next to each other in silence until the sun
starts to dip behind the horizon, Nesta staring out the window, fresh tears
which she makes no move to dry rolling down her cheeks every once in a while,
and Cassian staring blankly at the tranquillity of Velaris before him.
“It’s all just too much,” Nesta says at last, without
turning to face him and her voice is a hoarse whisper. It’s more than Cassian
thought she would offer so he takes her hand in his without taking his eyes off
the city ahead. He doesn’t say anything. He knows she doesn’t want him to and
he knows there’s nothing that could help. And he understands. He feels too much every day since the war ended
and he doesn’t know if he will ever be back to who he used to be before. Not
when every time he closes his eyes, he sees the faces of soldiers – his or
Hybern’s; it’s all the same now – seconds or minutes, if the killing blow
wasn’t a clean one, before the light left their eyes forever. Not when every
time he sees his family, his High Lord and Lady and his closest and oldest
friends around him he says a little thank you to the Mother that they’re all
safe. Not when he had been ready to give up his life for the woman next to him,
for Nesta, his mate, and she had been ready to die next to him, and then they
both got to live after that.
She turns to face him and she sees the tears flowing freely
on her face now, he sees her woeful stare and he rubs soothing circles with his
thumb over her knuckles wishing he could take all her pain away with the
motion. His eyes flicker across her face, taking in the furrowing of her brow,
the twitch of her mouth, the blinks meant to stop the sadness from pouring out
of her body in rivulets of water and salt and he feels utterly helpless. His
strength and presence is all he can offer and he knows she is grateful for that
but he wishes he could do more.
‘Kiss me,’ she whispers, her hands grabbing at the front of
his shirt but making no further move. ‘Please,’ she sobs and she closes her
eyes, her face crumpled in sorrow and tilts her face up to his.
He knows the kind of comfort she seeks all too well. He’s
sought it too before in pretty eyes, and flirty smiles and fevered touches. But
he also knows the bitter taste it leaves in your mouth afterwards, and he knows
it doesn’t help at all and he knows it would only complicate things between
them even more.
So he cups her face gently, lowers his head and presses his
lips with incredible tenderness to her forehead. He stays like that for a
couple of seconds, neither of them moving, before he draws back to look at her.
Her eyes are still closed, her expression still one of grief and he carefully runs
his thumb across one cheek and then the other, wiping away the spilled tears.
When she looks up and blue grey eyes which hide a nearly
broken soul behind them finally meet his, he says the thing she had always needed
to hear, his words more of a promise for the future than a simple statement:
So I just lost my job. Our entire company just went bankrupt. I found out the same day as the general public. In fact my manger told us even when she was supposed to let us find out from the news. Our store was the number one store in the U.S. and we had no idea what was happening. It was a devastating shock for everyone who works there. Were all really close, and I’m really close with our store manager who called me bawling. Not even 24 hours after the announcement that we’re going out everyone and their mother called the store asking about what our sales would be. And everyone who came in was glad to see our prices drop. No one gave a shit or though twice that every conversation our staff has had started with tears and hugs. I got a phone call from a woman asking me to connect her to another store that I don’t believe even exists. She got angry with me and said that she should have been notified that the store was closing because she had things to return. Like wtf I literally just found out myself. I’m sorry no one personally called you to tell that we’re shutting down. There isn’t even a customer service office left for me to call. There’s only one person for 140 stores for register support! So she starts talking over me and getting louder and louder, it had been a rough day and I was tired of being screamed at by customers for doing my job. So I just yelled, “lady do you even realize I lost my job!?!” She hung up immediately. I told my boss and she said,“well what are they going to do fire us?” Then I laughed and cried for a good 10 minutes.
-sorry it’s so long but it feels good to vent.
Request: Can you write about Shawn getting angry/ upset in
public (a party or something) bc of someone said something rude to his gf?? And
she tries to make him leave but ends up in a fight with the other person???
Word Count: 2,354
“You want another beer?” Brian
asked me, well, yelled at me. The music was very loud and people were laughing
and talking vociferously.
“Yeah, sure” I smiled. I turned
around and patted Shawn on the shoulder. He looked at me.
❝paint me, sculpt me, make me yours❞
→ kim taehyung (ft. jeon jungkook)
He was a painter, and I was his muse. He was silent, yet his heart was loud. I met him one day in a art gallery, then I met him in the park, then I met him at the art room of our university. A few conversations, a few heart beats missed, a few calls to him, a few texts returned, then my heart was his.
He painted me the night sky on our ceiling, promising our love was as infinite as the universe above. If only I knew that some infinities were smaller than others.
If only he had painted me better, if only he had held me longer, if only he had stayed with me forever, then I could have been happy.
Intro: I know I just posted one for Spock Week, but this one kinda just started to flow out of me (getting my mojo back, yay!) so here is another fic for you! This one is for Bones week for Trek Fest 2017! Hosted by the always lovely @outside-the-government - I was late on the Spock fic but not for this one yay!
Hi, I have a request, McCoy x plus size reader, she thinks he’s not interested in her because of the words he said on the first Star Trek movie of Dr. Marcus, she’s the opposite of her, dark short hair, tall, curvy and strong, she could be the combat trainer of the Enterprise maybe? It would be great! Thanks!! Fluff or smut or whatever.
I know I messaged you about going in a darker, more angsty route, and I wrote most of that, but it didn’t feel right, and I felt like I needed to write something fluffy. So I did.
Pairing: Bones x plus size!reader
Word Count: 3,456 (damnit can I not keep anything short anymore!!!)
Warnings: A little self-deprication, some swearing, mention of a past emotionally abusive relationship, used the word “darlin’” way too many times.
Summary: You have been transferred to the Enterprise to work as a combat trainer, and are quickly introduced to Dr. McCoy when he is in one of your classes. Quickly developing a crush on the handsome doctor (who wouldn’t?), you feel like the flirting is going well until you see him flirting with Dr. Marcus. Were you wrong about him? Could he ever love somebody like you?
A/N: Not a big fan of writing specifically for a plus-size reader, but I thought this one turned out pretty well - didn’t want to go too deep into insecurities or anything, but they are in there.
“Hey dude? Can you hear me?” You nearly shouted as you knelt over a dark-haired man that had just taken a hard hit in your combat training class.
“Wha-?” The man’s eyes slowly flickered open, and he brought his hand up to rub at his eye, groaning, “What happened?”
“That idiot back there didn’t know how to properly throw an elbow strike and knocked you flat.” You jerked your thumb at the covering curly-haired blonde, who gave a sheepish finger-wave.
“Damnit, Chekov.” The man grunted and moved to sit up, emitting a series of groans and a string of curses, including “too old for this shit”.
“How long was I out?” He asked.
“Maybe 30 seconds? Do you want ice or something?”
He touched his cheekbone gingerly, then the back of his head, “Maybe. Probably should just head back to the medbay.”