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Sunshine [4] - Ray of Light

AN: My loves, thank you so so much for your wonderful support and lovely comments and HCs! ❤️ You’re amazing! ❤️

I hope you like this as well, and please don’t forget to tell me what you think, thank you! 🥰

Pairing: Logan Howlett x Female!Reader

Summary: A ray of light shines through the clouds.

Word Count: 4242 (to everyone who might be wondering why every chapter is turning 4k+... it's the martini I mean it baby)

CW: Smoking cigars, explicit language, mentions of sex

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Logan was no stranger to the feeling of restlessness.

For him, it was around every corner; impossible to get away from. Even now, having just returned from the latest mission Charles had sent him on, he couldn’t help but feel like a caged animal, desperate to get out.

He gritted his teeth, slamming the door open to enter his room before he unzipped his suit and took it off, tossing it to the corner of the room. After putting his jeans and white shirt on, he ran a hand through his hair and made his way downstairs to the kitchen. Scott and Jean were already there, perched on the stools while Storm sat on the kitchen island, busy with a file. Rogue was rummaging through the fridge and Bobby was making a sandwich on the counter, still in his suit.

“Do we still not have beer in this place?” Logan asked to no one in particular and Storm looked over her shoulder.

“This place hasn’t stopped being a school since the last time you asked, so no.”

“Great,” he murmured. “Soda it is.”

petitemouse

A chapter from Logan's POV - sign me up baby! You seriously know how to spoil us. A fantastic chapter, but no surprise there as everything you write is amazing.

"Even now, having just returned from the latest mission Charles had sent him on, he couldn’t help but feel like a caged animal, desperate to get out."

The allusions you make to Logan's animalistic nature have me weak at the knees. Before this chapter we had only seen things through Sunshine's eyes and currently Sunshine sees Logan as this cool and calm individual, confident and always in control, completely different to her rambling self. It's nice to see that perhaps Logan isn't as cool as he seems to be and that maybe he struggles to act normal around Sunshine too - which is more than evidenced in his reaction to Sunshine being called a MILF.

“Oh she’s such a babe...the things I’d do, seriously, the milf of my—”

He didn’t get to finish his sentence when Logan grabbed his arm and slammed it to the counter...

“Caleb, right?” he growled. “Listen Caleb, the next time I hear you talk about her, or even look at her in any way,” He unsheathed his claws, causing Caleb to let out a whine. “I will rip your fucking tongue out. Do you understand?”

He's this protective already! Glob only knows what he's going to be like once they start dating!

I'm guess it's probably not the first time Sunshine has been called a MILF. Creeps have probably even called her it to her face, perhaps even in front of oblivious Theo if they're being extra gross; so if she was to know how Logan defended her and stopped her from being objectified, I think she would be overwhelmed. Any and everytime Logan defends her I think Sunshine will shower him with affection afterwards (not that he wouldn't be constantly showered in affection anyway).

Afterwards the incident in the kitchen, I imagine a shaken Caleb warned his friends never to refer to Theo's mum as a MILF or sexualise her in any other way in front of Wolverine, not if they valued their lives.

Yes! Logan has finally met Uncle Jamie!

Was it Uncle Jamie that gave Sunshine her nickname?

I loved the fact that Jamie isn't scared of Logan at all. I mean there is this big, rough-looking man who he knows is a superhero, who is basically telling him to f***k off and Jamie doesn't even flinch. The man has balls of steel or really cares about Sunshine and Theo...or both, definitely both.

Jamie must be hyperaware of Sunshine's vulnerability - a beautiful, young single mum - and after hearing that Logan gave Sunshine a lift home is probably worried that Logan is one of those creeps who like to take advantage. Although after meeting him he probably already knows Logan isn't like that. Doesn’t stop him from complaining to his boyfriend about Logan. When Logan muttered "asshole" when Jamie walked away, I think Jamie said that same thing when he walked away from Logan.

"Who the hell are you?” Logan asked the brunette, making him frown at the apparent hostility in his voice, but he didn’t dwell on it.

“Hello,” he said. “I’m Jamie. I’m picking up the little guy today.”

“No you’re not,” Logan scoffed. “Do we even know who you are?"

ProtectiveLoganProtectiveLoganProtectiveLogan. Oh what will he be like if he was to ever meet Theo's dad. I can't imagine it going well for that spermdonor. Just like Logan I'm so curious about Theo's dad. Will he make an appearance or will we just hear about him...or is it going to be a surprise? I'm so excited.

"The strange thing wasn’t that he smelled her the minute she arrived.

It was what her scent did to him.

As soon as the familiar sweetness tickled his nostrils, his head snapped up and he looked around...painfully aware of his heartbeat getting faster...

...There she was.

He didn’t know how she managed to look everyone and everything else in shadows where she herself was the only thing illuminated as if she had her own ray of sunlight falling over her..."

Are you trying to kill me?! His own heart speeds up whenever he sees her. He is so whipped for her already and it's wonderful.

"...Logan had seen wild animals in captivity before. How they would be straining at their leash, how they would be slamming against their cage, nearly blind with the desire to be let loose and lately, whenever she was around, she had the same effect on him.

If only Sunshine knew how difficult it is for Logan to keep control around her and how this desire he has for her just keeps building up inside of him. He wants her, everything about her, and he wants to be hers too. He really is struggling to hold himself back, from stopping himself from bringing her into his arms and showing her the affect she has on him. Again, I love how you compared Logan to an animal; again, I love how you are trying to kill me here.

“Unlike—you know, unlike me who’s not in a relationship at all, totally single. Not that you asked but it’s like…it’s like general trivia about me, and—whoa, today is a hot day isn’t it? Because honestly, it wasn’t this hot when I left the car—”

That's our Sunshine. Isn't she subtle. And Theo also let it slip to Logan that Sunshine had told her friend about him. I imagine that he will be grinning ear to ear when he realises what Theo said.

Oh sweetie, I am simply obsessed with this series. I love every instalment and the headcanons everyone is sharing.

dreamwritesimagines

OMG OMG OMG-

Rachel honeeeey! 😱😍 I'M SO GONNA FANGIRL OVER YOU UNDER THE CUT-

aryaarathornson

My grown ass is up squeeling and kicking up my feet in the air like an high schooler ♥️

athoughtfox

HALLOWED GROUND

’“I would like to have done it on the Stone Table itself,” said the Witch. “That is the proper place. That is where it has always been done before.”’ - in which Caspian learns about the Deep Magic and its hunger.

Here, cupped in the hushed earth, is the secret arterial chamber in the heart of Narnia.

In the short frantic months of his rebellion against his uncle, when every day passed through him as swiftly as panted breath, Caspian walked it more times than he could recall. All through the hot blur of war, the Table hunched in the centre of that chamber like a slumbering beast, whose dreams were long, cold and deep as the bed of the ocean.

The banners of victory whip in a bright wind outside the How. The horses are being saddled and the troops lined up for the merry march to Caspian’s own coronation in a castle far from here. Now, come to this chamber for the final time, Caspian realises that he has never before stood in it alone.

The walls of sweating stone have a clammy glisten, gripped in a perpetual fever. In that empty room, blank ancient eyes seem to rest on him like fingertips. The chamber is a living thing, and Caspian can hear the heaving depth of each slow, loamy breath.

At the centre, the Table stands in the animal shiver of the firelight. The torches shy from the shadowed runes which even flames are afraid to touch.

Magic is not good or evil, my prince, Doctor Cornelius had told him once. It is only hungry.

If it is true, Caspian stands now in the mouth of a Magic so ravenous that the Lion himself could do nothing but feed it.

“There you are.”

Shock pinches his chest sharply and he turns to see Lucy standing in the cavern entrance. She has brought the sunlight in with her, clinging to her hair and cheeks and eyelashes like a sheen of oil, its secret gleam, its uncertain shimmer over her childish face. She smiles, and her eyes are a blue so bright she might have stolen it from the noon sky.

“We’re nearly ready to leave, you know,” she tells him.

“It did not seem right to depart without coming to…”

He trails off, gesturing loosely at the Table. Lucy walks around it, and her small hand drifts softly over its surface of weathered flinty grey. Something with a cruel copper glint runs down her little fingers. The moment he blinks, they are clean again. Perhaps it was only a trick of the ruddy firelight.

“Doctor Cornelius told me it was here they used to come. Traitors, transgressors. To pay their debt of blood to the Deep Magic, until the Lion broke it.”

Lucy’s shadow has not followed her around the room. It stands pinned on the eastern wall, much taller than she, the regal dusty silhouette of something not quite a woman, with long wild hair and long fingers. The thought hits him like an arrow: the Table has four sacred sides.

With a casual ease he cannot imagine daring, Lucy hoists herself up to sit on the Table’s edge. In the shade of her skirts, the runes twitch. At the corner of his eye, they glimmer, twisting like the quicksilver surface of a river.

“They-they are moving -”

“No,” she says. Something more catches behind her teeth.

“They are!”

“They’d like to. That’s why they’re carved in stone. To make them stay put.”

“What do they say?” he asks, hesitant. “Do you know?”

Lucy grins a hidden fox’s grin.

“Would you like to hear it?”

“I would be honoured,” he tells her, with trembling eagerness.

She opens her mouth and speaks.

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aryaarathornson

That fic was amazing

It just give a whole new perspective

And the inhuman voice that come out of my throat at the mention of the snake grrrr

collectionofcherries

Hi! I saw that you had Daryl on that list of yours! Have you by any chance heard of BakedCrispss??? Maybe you could do an imagine or headcanons based on her like little quotes?? I think it could be so funny!!! Maybe you could slot this in that window in alexandria of golden time??? Like when everything is calm before shit hits the fan and carl runs away and they meet Negan if you know what I mean??? I havent gone to the season Negan is in because I dont wanna *see you know what*

I do know @bakedcrispss, I follow them on my own blog, they are absolutely hilarious and I sincerely recommend anyone who hasn't checked them out but is into The Walking Dead check em out. Absolutely hysterical. There's so many funny quotes to choose from but I decided to choose this one. I'm not entirely sure how to source things but here is a link to their blog and of course this quote comes from them.

daryl: [ hands y/n a water bottle ]

y/n, drinking: thanks, but what's it for?

daryl: i heard from tara that you get thirsty around me.

y/n: [ chokes on the water ]

And yeah I know what time you’re talking about and I get not wanting to see *you know what* It’s very sad but I do suggest you try and go past it, the series continues to be good. But if that’s where you decide to end it, hopefully I can help pad out that little golden time with an imagine. ---

Man, these beet root cookies were good, damn Carol knew how to bake and they were even pink and cute. Baking had never been your strong suit even before the world started eating itself. “You got more than one?” Was whined. You looked over and smiled at Tara. “Perks of being one of the originals, extra cookies.” You teasingly sang, sticking the tip of your tongue out in glee of your cookie horde. “I'll trade you some oatmeal mix that Denise made?” She pitches and you wrinkle up your nose as your answer and she sighs as she plops down beside you. “I know.” She agrees with your wrinkled face. “Tobin is drowning in these, he's the guy you should try and corner. Dude's getting nothing besides cookies and kisses.” You remark. “The dream.” She sighs. “You've got oatmeal and...” You struggle to think of a word, you can practically feel your brain strain. “Optimism.” You settle offering a smile, she barks out a small laugh and looks at you with a raised brow. “You come up with something that starts with O.” You insist. “Also you are optimistic, you came over here hoping to trade oatmeal for a full fledged cookie.” You pointed out. “I was hoping the love you have for me would get me a cookie.” She said looking at you with big eyes and you squint at her with yours. “You know silence hurts.” She teases making you giggle a little and shake your head. “Guess I'm not your type though.” She dramatically sighs. “I don't even know my type, Tara.” You scoff. It was her turn to squint at you. “I think everyone knows your type.” “Enlighten me, maybe you'll get a cookie for it.” “Brown hair, blue eyes, kinda brooding, incredibly greasy, handles a crossbow--don't--do not give me that confused look.” She insisted at the end. “Daryl.” She said exasperated. “Yeah, you don't get a cookie.” You brushed off trying to hide your face. “I most certainly do get a cookie, anyone here could get a cookie by answering that question.” “We're friends and Daryl doesn't like me like that.” “One, the question wasn't who likes you back it was who you like and commonly drool over and two, yes he does.” She scoffed at the end. “I don't drool!” You gasped hitting her shoulder. “Right, no drool cause you're too thirsty.” She teases back shoving her shoulder to yours. You roll your eyes. “Yeah, I am thirsty, why don't you go get me a bottle of water to trade for a cookie?” You pitch trying to get off this subject and actually get some water, these cookies were great but a little dry. “Fine.” She says getting up. “No Dasani, get me the good stuff if you want an entire cookie.” You remind as she walks away. She waves you off as she keeps walking and you continue to munch on your tiny dragons hoard of cookies, an entire three of them, Carol was quiet these days but this amount of cookies? Definitely a sign of love. Daryl brought you stuff too, since the beginning he's always brought you stuff...you sigh as you think about him, about all the time you've spent together over what are years now, how much you've been through together, how much you've both changed for the better...could your relationship ever change? So much in your lives had changed and just the thought made your nerves seize with a horrific mixture of excitement and fear. Excitement because who doesn't wanna be with the person they love? At the idea of going to bed together and waking up to them and than the horrifying fear that the wrong words could cause him to pull away from you, that would be the worst, you didn't even wanna think about that, no, no, no-- “You gonna take it or not?” You almost jumped out of your skin as you came back from your thoughts to face the man they'd been about. “What?” Was all you managed. “The water.” He said squinting at you in confusion as he once again shook it this time closer to your face. “Oh, thanks, but what's it for?” You asked as you took it and took a sip. “I heard from Tara you get thirsty 'round me.” You immediately choked out the water you were drinking. Fuck. Fuck. HE HEARD WHAT FROM TARA?! “Whoa, whoa you alrigh'?!” He asked patting your back until your coughing stopped and you nodded in his direction. “You forget how'ta drink?” He teasingly scoffed. “You leave me breathless.” You tease back as you try to get rid of the stinging in your throat with another sip of water. “Stop.” He says as he sits down beside you and elbows you. It's the exact same action Tara had done not five minutes ago but it makes you warm when he does it, it fills your heart and rouses a giggle from you. “Cookie?” You offer breaking it in half and offering it out to him. “Thanks.” He says taking it from your hand and taking a bite. “How many did you get? I got three, so far it seems to be a record and I appear to be the favourite.” You tease. “I had four.” “Fuck.” He chuckles a little. “This's the first one I've had.” He lets you know. “What're you throwing them away?” “Carl asked for 'em, somethin' 'bout a date or somethin' with Enid.” He shrugged. “Awe, Daryl that's cute.” You coo. “Stop” He scoffs but you see the smile playing at the corner of his lips. “Playing match-maker is giving a new meaning to those wings on your back, Cupid.” You can't help yourself. He rolls his eyes and looks at you annoyed but his corners give him away, you know you've got the wiggle room to keep bugging him. “Don't worry, I won't tell anyone your secret day job.” Once again the tip of your tongue finds it's way out between your teeth in glee of your own teasing. If only you knew how far that smile got you, how that stupid cheeky smile of yours allowed you to tease him like no other. “So...why're you thirsty 'round me?” You have to try with everything in your power not to cough up your cookie. “Oh-I-uh-I-I was trading a cookie for water with Tara, these are great but a little dry, I didn't know she was gonna get you to bring it over.” You stumble out. Sure, that's convincing enough, as long as you don't look at Daryl you can't know that he doesn't buy a single word out of your mouth. Solid plan. “I actually think this means she forfeits her cookie since you brought it and not her.” You point out trying to get off the subject. “You know she tried to trade that oatmeal mix Denise makes for one of these?” Even your laugh is a little tight. He knows something's up, you're a decent liar so what was that? That was horrible, he'd never seen you lie so bad. “You think I bought one ounce of that bullshit?” He asked his face partially scrunching up in skepticism. “Yeah I couldn't believe Tara thought I'd trade one of these for that oatmeal either. Real bullshit.” You avoid. It clearly doesn't work as the skepticism on his face doesn't change until he grumbles out something with a shrug and takes another bite of the half of cookie you've given him. “Denise's oatmeal mix ain't that bad, looks like dog shit but it ain't half bad.” He points out. “It's not bad but is it worth a cookie?” You point right back. “Nah.” He agrees. “Why'd she wanna trade anyway? She not get one?” “Tara got one, she's just jealous Carol loves me more and gave me three.” You say a little pridefully. He chuckles a little and shakes his head at your delight, if that's one thing he's always liked it's how happy the little things have always made you. Whether it's him bringing you back a pen that happened to be your favourite colour or Carol giving you a cookie more than everyone else it always made you smile and over the years some days it felt like the only good in the world came from that smile. Not that he'd ever breathe a word about that. No, he'd make an ass outta himself trying to phrase that. “You gonna give it to her?” The only thing you were planning on giving Tara was a deck over the head for telling Daryl 'you get thirsty around him.' “Maybe.” You settle on. Things are quiet for a moment as you sit on the steps of your home, taking in the community that's around you, Daryl still feels out of place but having friends around helps him settle in enough to enjoy something as simple as this. “You gonna tell me what she meant or am I gonna hav'ta out trade you with cookies?” He prods looking over at you. Fuck. “That's cheating. That's abuse of power--no, no worse that is abuse of cookies.” You rush out shaking your head. An amused breath makes it way out of him. “So you gonna or what?” “How would Carol react if she knew you were using her cookies for evil?” You gasp. “Probably laugh.” Damn him, you know he's right, she'd probably arm him with more cookies. “It's just a dumb pun. You and me work up a sweat when we go out hunting together that's all she meant. Just a stupid pun, you know her jokes aren't that great.” You bluff. That sounds like it makes sense but Daryl just doesn't buy the way you're selling this. “Why didn'tcha just say that?” He asks confused. What the Hell was going on with this 'thirsty' shit? “I just realized it, it's such a bad joke it took me a minute.” Could you worm your way out of this? Maybe, there was a small light at the end of this tunnel that let you get through this without telling Daryl you were thirsting for him like a dehydrated fish. “I'm gonna go give her the cookie before she tries another terrible joke to get it.” The lights getting closer as you get up and he nods a little. “See you tomorrow? See if you can teach me to ride your bike?” You don't want to give Daryl the idea you're running from him you just need to run away from this situation and it seems to work as he looks up at you and smiles a little. “I just got done tunin' it up and you wanna go and wreck it?” He teases. “Words hurt Daryl, I only fell off once.” You gasp putting your hand over your heart. “Yeah, sure, tell that to the dents I hammered out.” He scoffs. “See you tomorrow.” You brush off as you turn around. He grumbles under his breath but it's all lighthearted and you know it as you give a wave in his direction. He watches you leave and gives a small shake of his head, at least his bike is tuned up to run as good as it can so you're less likely to wipe out again. He finishes off the last bit of cookie before brushing off the crumbs on his pants. “Hey, Daryl.” He looks over and gives a nod at Glenn who's also got a bottle of water and it gets him thinking again. “Hey, Glenn lemme ask you somethin'.” “Yeah, sure man, what's up?” He asks as he takes a sip of water. “Do I make you thirsty?” Glenn coughs up his water the same way you had. “What?!” It's partial shock but mostly laughter. “Ne'er mind.” Daryl grumbles as he gets up. He doesn't need to feel stupid for not getting this 'thirsty' bullshit. “Wait, wait, wait.” Glenn says getting ahold of himself and reaching out to him. “Where'd you hear that phrase? I-I just need to be clued in.” He asks trying to keep his giggles in at Daryl using the word 'thirsty'. But God, that was funny. “Tara said to get Y/N some water cause she gets thirsty 'round me, Y/N said it was just a bad joke, sure as Hell sounds like one.” Daryl explains bringing his thumb nail up to his mouth to chew on, something about this subject was starting to make him nervous. “Ooooh.” Glenn nods as it all slides into place and again he has to desperately try not to laugh but a small chuckle makes it way out of him. “Man, Tara is dead.” He scoffs under his breath. “Just tell me what the Hell is means.” Daryl says letting his hand drop from his mouth. “It's uh-it's slang.” Glenn tries to explain keeping his giggle fit at bay the best he can with a deep breath. “It's when you find someone so hot they make you 'thirsty' like uh I'm thirsty for Maggie.” He explains as plainly as he can. The annoyance is clear on Daryl's face, that slang is fuckin' stupid as far as he's concerned. “Wait.” He says as it dawns on him. “Yeah.” Glenn confirms what Daryl's catching on too. “Nah, that don't make sense.” Daryl denies. “It makes sense dude.” Glenn scoffs. “You two could die of thirst beside the ocean.” He teases. “Shut up.” Daryl barks. Glenn knows Daryl's bark is worse than his bite when it comes to friends, the most danger he's in is being shoved. “You asked to know.” He points out. “That ain't how it is.” Daryl brushes off shaking his head. “Yeah, sure. I'm gonna go quench my thirst and go see my wife.” Glenn nods with a wave as he starts to walk away. “I suggest you also quench your thirst.” He adds with a little too much glee for Daryl right now. If he had a water bottle right now he'd quench Glenn's thirst by pegging him with it. Quench his thirst--quench his thirst?! Dumb ass, no good, fucking bullshit. That's all that was. Didn't make any Goddamn sense, he refused to have it make sense. No, no, no, no, no way in Hell. He went for a walk to clear his head of this junk but no matter how much he walked his head just kept going back to it...there was just no way you had feelings like that for him...right? His pacing was stopped by a loud. “Ow!” He looked over to see you and Tara who was rubbing her head. “Your girlfriend is a doctor, you'll be fine.” You scoffed before walking off. “Y/N wait up! Don't be mad please, come on.” Tara said chasing after you 'Man, Tara is dead.' Rang through his head...could it be true? ---

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aryaarathornson

Damn that was sooooo funny 🤣🤣🤣🤣 i can see it happened

diyarlight

High on Love

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairings: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Prompt: Based on this video. I tried to make it as fluff as possible! Hope you enjoy it!

“I love you sooo much!” Y/N giggled with a huge smile. “You should love me too”

“Y/N I am your boss.”

“I know but we are getting married! You’ll be my husband!”

“We are? Okay where are we going to get married?”

“We are going to get married in the chapel!”

“At the chapel I see.”

“Yup.”

“I don’t think Hotch will like the chapel that much,” Morgan interrupted, pressing his lips together so that he doesn’t burst out laughing. The team had caught their unsub but unfortunately, Y/N broke her arm. Hotch had gone in the ambulance with her while the rest of the team stayed behind and cleaned up. Y/N was clearly out of it, giggling and smiling so much while Hotch was blushing slightly.

Y/N turns to Morgan with wide eyes and open mouth. “Why not?”

“Morgan,” Hotch immediately said, glaring at Derek. He turns back to her and lets out a smile when she happily giggles.

“I think we should get marrriiiiieeeddd!” Y/N sings, and everyone bursts out into laughter as Hotch blushed with a smile. “We’ll be the cutest couple ever,” she continues, giggling with the team.

“I see.”

“Aaron I love you. I love your smile. I love your eyes. I love your ass.” She blows him a kiss with a giddy smile, and JJ has to wipe the tears from her face.

“She is so gonna regret this,” JJ whispered to Prentiss, who was recording the entire thing.

“Thank you Y/N,” Hotch said, trying to regain some composure but Y/N was too adorable.

“You are so adorable. Aaaarooooon I looooovvee yooouuuu soooooo muuuuchh.” She reaches out and grabs his face, her fingers stroking his chin and hair. Suddenly there are tears in her eyes and her lips pouted adorably.

“Aaron I am scared.”

“It’s okay Y/N.”

“Where are my clothes?”

“There is nothing to be afraid of. You are in the hospital.”

“WHY AM I IN THE HOSPITAL?”

“You broke your arm. Remember?”

“WHY DID I BREAK MY ARM? I CAN’T SEE ANYTHING I AM SO DRIZZY.”

“Don’t worry,” Hotch calmly said, holding her hand. “It’s the medication, just keep on squeezing my hand okay?”

“Okay Aaron. I love you,” she said with a dreamy smile.

“Why don’t you say it back?” Rossi teased the unit chief, who blushed at everyone’s glee.

“Everything will fine okay?” Hotch said to Y/N, ignoring the cracking from his team.

“Coz we are going to get married tomorrow! At a chapel!” Y/N exclaimed, a dreamy smile still on her face. “In Las Vegas!”

“Oh really?” Everyone could tell that Rossi was really enjoying this. Who wasn’t? It was sad that Garcia wasn’t here to tease Y/N mercilessly.

“Yes!” Y/N turned to him with a wide smile. “We will be the cutest couple ever!”

“Are you still feeling dizzy?” Hotch tried to distract her, but now it seemed like nothing could stop her now.

“I’ll be the most beautiful bride you’ll ever see,” Y/N said. There was a sudden noise and Reid walked in to see Hotch’s blushing and embarrassed face the rest of the team biting their lips to hold in something. He saw JJ physically turned away, hanging on to Prentiss who was recording everything along with Morgan. The three of them had their shoulders shaking and wide smiles on their faces, while Rossi had a smirk directed at his boss.

‘What’s going on?” he was super confused.

“Me and Aaron are going get married!” Y/N giggled at him, her eyes slightly glazed and a wide smile stretched across her ears. “In Las Vegas! You will give me away coz you’re my brother!”

Spencer openly gaped at that while the rest except for Hotch and Y/N laughed out loud. “I am serious,” Y/N pouted. “JJ and Emily and Penelope will be my bridesmaids. Rossi will be the best man and Morgan will be the priest.”

“Why am I the priest mama?” Morgan could barely talk through his laughter.

“Coz you’re an annnnngeeeel!”

JJ snorted loudly, and even Hotch couldn’t hold in his laughter anymore. “And Jack will be the ring bearer and Henry will be the flower boy! Aaarooon you’ll wear a red suit coz it’ll bring out your ass!!”

“And what will you wear my dear?” Rossi sweetly asked her.

“A blue gown! With sparkles!”

A knock interrupts their light moment and a nurse walks in with a smile. “How’s everything going on here?”

“Aaron and I are going to get maaaaaarreeiiiidd!” Y/N sings with a bright smile to the nurse. The people burst into laughter again, and the nurse smile’s got bigger. “I see that the anesthesia is still doing its work,” she tells them. “It’ll be not too long before she falls asleep,” and with that, she left the team again.

Y/N turns to Hotch with a soft look in her eyes. “We are going to get marrieeed. And you will give me a blue ring okay?”

“Okay,” Hotch relents with a smile that is usually unseen.

“It will be awesome. You’ll love it. I’ll loooove it,” She is now whispering, and it is clear that she is falling asleep.

“I will.”

“Aaron I love y….” And with that Y/N goes to her dreamland, and the team excluding Hotch has to leave the room to not let their laughter wake her up.

But Hotch stays with a smile and continues to hold her hand. “And I love you too Y/N,” He whispers to her.

aryaarathornson

I never want to lose that one 🤣🤣🤣

sourwolf-32

Learn the alphabet with Daryl Dixon-

I saw a Mickey Milkovich version on YouTube and had to make this. Sorry not sorry.

aryaarathornson

Asshole 😂

Judith 😍

Little asskicker 😍😍💔

arofili

You know them, you love them, but which one of these disaster boys are you most like? [Most of these questions are asked as if you are a character; if they are not they will be marked "OOC" for "Out Of Character."]

What’s up everyone, I jumped on the uQuiz bandwagon! Take my incredibly scientific quiz to find out which Feanorian you are!! (I’m Maedhros!)

queerasbuck

if you’re surprised by me getting this result then you’re clearly new here

cataclysmofstars

Welp, he is my favorite feanorian so I’m not complaining

sindar-princeling

THIS IS SO ME AND I’M MAD AJAJSJJDJDJDJ

aryaarathornson

Alright guys, who spy on me

I wont do anything to them *in public*

🏆 This is the Amazing Person Award 🏆 ✨💛 Once you are given this award you are supposed to paste it in the ask of eight different people, who, in your opinion, deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen, but it is sweet to know someone thinks you're amazing inside and out 💛✨

M-m-me? Thank you! You re awesome! I love you to

@ellana-ravenwood

@the-tired-writer

@twdeadfanfic

@stanathanxoox

zebrabaker

Quick!! Tag ONE person who’s writing makes you excited!

@miracul0us-multishipper

black-streak

@cassiopeiathequeen

cy-n0-suree-deactivated20210707

@black-streak

Hahaha a, excuse me while I choke on my heart…

fairylyconfused

it’s so hard choosing one but uhhhhh @multifandomscribette

multifandomscribette

There are so many wonderful writers out there that I admire and it feels a bit unfair to pick just one but imma go with @virgil-is-a-cutie !!!!!

virgil-is-a-cutie

Awww thanks! But….

@unmaskedagain is a good one

princess-of-fangirls

It’s hard to pick someone but I guess soo… @lenoreofraven ?

lenoreofraven

Really? Thank you!

There are too many great writers that come to mind, but going with @autumnlover13moni8

angelofthequeers

@tsuki-chibi

arianatheangel-girl

@mom—nicole

AND @et-lesailes

captnrogers-deactivated20200731

oh god! I can’t pick one so. @sebbbystaaan @honeyvbarnes

sebbbystaaanmoved-deactivated20

I can’t pick! @valkyriesryde @stuckonjbbarnes

stuckonjbbarnes

@mushyjellybeans

mushyjellybeans

@stuckonjbbarnes BABE I’M WEEPING 😭😭😭 ILY!!! 💜💜💜 I’m tagging @stuckonjbbarnes @sebbbystaaan @valkyriesryde because you all blow me away 😍

sebbbystaaanmoved-deactivated20

3 times I can’t I love you all sooo much!!❤️❤️❤️ @sunmoonandbucky AND @this-kitten-is-smitten

this-kitten-is-smitten-deactiva

Nooooooooo I can’t pick just one! But I just started reading the last chapter of Better and I’m feeling the feels so @captainscanadian I choose you!

But also like @sebbbystaaan @valkyriesryde @stuckonjbbarnes @mariswritingforfun @mrwinterr @sebastiansloserclub @eurynome827 @afewmarvelousthoughts @simsadventures @sunmoonandbucky @buckysbabe34 @heli0s-writes @moonstruckbucky @nacho-bucky and soooo many others that I still have to get caught up on reading but y’all are saved in my likes and I WILL get to finish reading them all!

captainscanadian

AW GRANDMA!!! ❤️❤️❤️

I choose @dramadreamer14 because I’m a loyal bitch who never forgets the first fics she ever read. But I also choose @jalapenobarnes @fafulous and @buckysbabe34 because their fics make me feel all the feels!!!

dramadreamer14

😭😭 thank you so much love! 😍😘

Tagging @captainrogerss and @kaunis-sielu (because I’m a cheater and I love and adore them and their writing)

kaunis-sielu

Excuse me while I weep then tag @tilltheendwilliwrite

aryaarathornson

Im not doing this often but @twdeadfanfic

I GOT DARYL S VEST!!!!!!!!!!

@twdeadfanfic

#the walking dead #daryl dixon #twd #daryl's vest should be a tag #along with his crossbow

Every one talk about this face

Or that one

And so many others

But can we talk about the face of Gimli for a bit???

#the hobbit #memes #i love him #lord of the rings #imagine #legolas #gimli son of gloin #gimli #lotr shitpost

thepokyone-deactivated20250302

Broken Glass and Broken Bones

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader (ft. Rick, Glenn, Maggie, and Hershel)

Content/Warnings: Fluff; angst

Words: 1251

A/N: Next up - Daryl Dixon, everyone’s favorite redneck! This was from anon for 31. You will receive the same injuries as your soulmate (unless deadly).

When you were young, you had a lot of injuries. You were in the hospital a lot. Not because you were a daredevil, or because your parents harmed you, or even because you were particularly clumsy. It was because your soulmate seemed to live in some sort of hell. You constantly had bruises, cuts, and other nicks. It was fortunate the doctors had figured out a way to tell the difference between soulmate wounds and your own, otherwise your parents would have been hauled off long ago. You were always cautious, careful to not cause your soulmate any additional injuries. He had endured enough as it was.

When you were around eight, things grew steadily worse to the point that you were in and out of the hospital every other day. Whether your soulmate was the one who got the wounds or not, it didn’t matter - you had to suffer through either way. Eventually, most of the savagery stopped, though you did always seem to be beaten up in some way or another, even when you were older.

Then the apocalypse started. People quickly realized that if their soulmate was bit, they wouldn’t turn. That didn’t mean they didn’t get the wound. It made a lot of people grateful that lethal wounds could not be received by soulmates. It made a lot more wish they could be. By this point, you still hadn’t met him - whoever he was - but considering you were still getting injuries you assumed he was still out there somewhere.

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aryaarathornson

I think its one of the best Daryl One shot so far 😍😍😍

daydreamingstories

I ain’t sick Pt.1

Daryl x Reader

Chapter ¼

Summary: Daryl has gotten sick with fever, but he won’t admit it and slow down until he just can’t keep going, passing out and ending up bedridden, haunted by nightmares and trapped in deliriums about his past abuse while the reader tries to take care of him.(Or: Me indulging in how much I want to take care of Daryl, comfort him, and protect him from everything.) Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff…just my kind of things. Prison era.

Inspired by a request. It’ll be updated twice a week, next chapter coming on thursday.

If you want to read more Daryl x Reader series, mini-series, one-shots and drabbles, check my masterlist in the description of this blog.

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“This’s like the third time you sneeze in less than five minutes.”

Daryl ignored your remark, rolling his eyes as he kept skinning squirrels. You were helping him, not as skillful as him but definitely better than the first times you had tried back when he began to teach you. Another five minutes and Daryl cleared his throat and sneezed again. You arched an eyebrow at him and Daryl glared at you all grumpy.

“I told you already, I think you might be coming up with something,” you insisted. “You have been like this since we went to that nursery to find stuff for Judith two days ago. You might be getting sick.”

It hadn’t been a difficult run, the place had been empty of walkers, though it had been hard to walk through the place, seeing all the blood and abandoned stuff, no matter you needed it, trying not to wonder what had happened with the kids who had been there…

Daryl had seemed to notice your face and train on thoughts, and once he was sure there weren’t walkers in, he had sent you out to keep watch and make sure nor people neither walkers were approaching while he went through the place, collecting everything that you needed for Judith.

Now you were wondering if there might not have been some kind of bug or virus living in the place too, because Daryl had begun coughing and sneezing yesterday, and today you could see him getting worse. You thought he might be coming up with a cold or flu, or anything like that…but of course, he wasn’t going to admit it even if it was true.

“I don’t get sick,” Daryl grumbled, sounding pretty much like a sick, stubborn kid who doesn’t want to stop playing.

“Everyone gets sick sometimes. You should go talk to Hershel.”

“Told you I’m fine!” He snapped and you rolled your eyes, shaking your head, but deciding to let it go. For now.

“Stubborn…” You muttered.

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aryaarathornson

Its so pure stubborn ass Daryl Im in love

hwells-ho-train

Helping Hand

Harry Wells x Reader

No warnings, just a little plot bunny I had hopping around.

GIF doesn’t belong to me

“You’re lucky, it’s just severely bruised.” Caitlyn delivers the news while squinting over the x-ray. “But it’s gonna hurt for a while, the less you use it the better. The pointed look Caitlyn turned on Harry wasn’t missed by anyone. Nor was the sour look he sent her in return.

“I’ll be fine, Snow.” Harry began unwrapping the carefully dressed injury when Caitlyn slapped his uninjured wrist. “Ow!” He reared back and the glare he sent her could’ve melted flesh from bone, but Caitlyn had faced worse things than the pissy scientist and she stared him down with what Cisco called her Mr. Hyde face. “You were this close to fracturing it, don’t make it any worse.”

Harry’s jaw set, but he didn’t challenge her. Instead he turned his poisoned glare your way. “This is all her fault.” He muttered peevishly.

“The hell it was!” You exclaim for the umpteenth time, folding your arms across your chest. “And it wouldn’t have happened if you’d announced your presence like a normal person instead of skulking around like a creeper.”

You’d been up on a ladder putting training equipment away, in the process of loading a kettlebell up on a shelf when Harry’s gravelly bark startled you. Losing your balance, you’d lost your grip on the kettlebell and like an idiot, Harry reached out to catch it.

What you weren’t aware of, was that Harry had entered the training room looking for Cisco but had gotten a bit...distracted when he found himself at eye level with your ass encased in 100% breathable cotton spandex. But he sure as hell wasn’t going to admit to that.

“I did announce my presence, princess, you’re the one who wasn’t practicing proper safety precautions.” He snarled.

“Says the man who reached for a falling kettlebell.” You rolled your eyes at his perceived stupidity.

“I was reaching out to grab you!” With every response, Harry’s voice grew progressively louder.

“Well, keep your mitts to yourself next time!” You hollered back with narrowed eyes.

“Oh, don’t flatter yourself-“,

You stood from your leaning position, intent on injuring his other hand, when Barry zipped between you both. “Ok guys, to your corners.”

Harry’s mouth pursed and he could feel his blood pressure rise. He had meant to catch her when it looked like she was going to fall, so much for good intentions. “I have work I need to finish, what am I supposed to do with a busted hand?”

“Use your left?” Caitlyn suggested helpfully.

“A phrase he’s no doubt heard before.” It was out of your mouth before you could stop it and you almost hoped no one had heard you, but Cisco’s sudden burst of laughter and Barry’s reddening face indicated they had.

Harry looked like he would cheerfully strangle you with his one working hand. “Hilarious. Well, that’s just great isn’t it? So I just have to hope Zoom doesn’t pull anything tonight? Or am I supposed to rely on you chuckleheads until I recover?” He waved his uninjured hand towards the group as a whole.

“Eh, sorry homie,” Cisco responds, not sounding sorry in the least. “I have a dinner with my family tonight.”

“I’m meeting Jay for drinks.” Caitlyn inched backwards towards her jacket.

There was a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. You turned towards Barry, who wouldn’t meet your eyes. “Um, I’ve got a thing...at CCPD, with Patty, yeah.” He didn’t even wait for a response before speeding out of the infirmary.

“Well that’s just swell.” Harry growled

It was as if everyone else had developed speedster abilities. There one minute and gone the next. Well, you weren’t staying either. Sliding your gaze back to Harry who was staring back at you with a sour expression, you sneered in response. “Later.” You replied shortly and made your way to leave.

“Wait,”

Harry’s voice was heavy with reluctance and you seriously considered ignoring him.

“Please,”

Without even looking you could tell his jaw was clenched and that one utterance was probably more painful for him than his injured hand. Against your better judgement, you stopped at the door and turned halfway back.

Harry looked like he’d just sucked a lemon. “I really do have something I need to finish and it requires more than two hands, so...” he gestured between the two of you with his uninjured hand, obviously hoping you would pick up on what he didn’t want to say.

You merely raised your brows and remained silent.

He growled something under his breath but quickly spoke up. “Would you be willing to give me a hand?”

The last thing you wanted was to spend any time with him. Between his resemblance to Dr Wells, ‘Thawne’ you corrected yourself mentally and his inherent prickly nature, he made you supremely uncomfortable. But you couldn’t come up with a reason not to help without sounding like a complete bitch. Sighing in frustration, you stepped away from the door and waved towards him to indicate that you would follow him. “Make it quick.”

——-

“You have no business wielding swords, your hands were meant for blunt objects.” Harry snipped as your hand slipped yet again.

You huffed an annoyed breath out through your nose and evil-eyed the mop haired genius as he pulled the sautering tool away from his latest piece of tech. “You’re getting too close to my hand with that thing.” You accused, eyeing the smoking metal warily.

“My hands are perfectly steady.”

“Your hand shook.”

“My hands don’t shake!”

“Maybe Cait should check you for early onset of Parkinson’s!”

He grit his teeth. “If they shake, it’s only because I’m afraid you might drop another kettlebell on my hand.

Wouldn’t mind dropping one on your head.” She murmured just loud enough for him to hear.

“Hey, you volunteered for this!”

“Everyone else hightailing it out of here is not me volunteering!”

“Well it’s the least you can do for dropping a-a...!”

Kettlebell,” she supplied.

“Kettlebell on my hand.”

“I said I was sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t help us stop Zoom, does it?”

“Ok, ok!” She held up her hands. Though it killed her inside, she would concede this one time. Picking up the tech again, she held it in place and waited for him to fix it.

He eyed her speculatively before sighing and returning to his work.

“Do you want your glasses?” She said lightly.

When he slammed the sauntering tool on the desk it startled her, making her drop the piece.

“Dammit, Y/L/N! Does everything have to be an insult?” His frown deepened even as her eyes widened.

“That wasn’t an insult, I was genuinely offering to get your glasses.”

“He shook his head and scoffed. “Right, you couldn’t say anything genuinely polite or complimentary-“

She sat back and folded her arms. “You have beautiful eyes.”

That stopped him mid rant.

“What?”

“Your eyes.” She said seriously. “They’re a beautiful blue.”

His mouth worked for a moment, but no sound came out.

“You said I couldn’t say anything complimentary and I just did. Please don’t make me do it again, it’s making me just as uncomfortable as it’s making you.”

She watched as a flush crept up his neck and into his cheeks. He swallowed but still said nothing. Snorting at his silence, she picked up her pieces and held them together. “You wanna finish this or what?” He looked at her and gave a slight nod, but she focused solely on holding her parts.

Did she really think that about him? The idea that she might made him a little nervous but he again attempted to finish his work. This time though, his hand did shake and the tool slipped landing right on her hand. With a gasp of pain, she pulled back.

“Shit, I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-“

He stammered in horror as tears came to her eyes. She was looking at him like he’d just kicked a puppy. He reached for her with his good hand but she jerked away. Her chair scraping against the floor in her hurry.

“Just stay away from me.”

“You’re hurt, will you just let me help take the pain away?”

The look in his eyes made her heart flip in her chest. That same intensity, just like his. Well, she wasn’t falling for that again.

“Wells’ are only good for doling pain out, not taking it away.” She hissed. His eyes widened considerably at the venom in her voice. Still clutching her injured hand, she fled from the room.

“He wasn’t a Wells!” He hollered at her retreating figure uselessly.

aryaarathornson

Oh....gosh...😂😭🤩😂😭🤩

fanficimagery

Imagine getting hurt on a run and Daryl, who is in love with you, gets very protective and wants to see you to make sure you’re okay.

Prompt courtesy of @obscure-imagines

GIF courtesy of @kiwimidnight

Daryl X Reader

You’re sitting on a medical table as Siddiq checks you over, he having just finished bandaging your ribs.

“It’s not too tight, is it?”

You breathe in and then out, and shake your head. “Nah. It feels good.”

“And how’s your head?”

“Like I banged it against a window a couple of times as my vehicle rolled.” You faintly chuckle and Siddiq grins as he pulls out a pen flashlight to check your pupil reaction.

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aryaarathornson

I just love it 😂😂😂

fanficimagery

Home Is Where the Heart Is

#288 “I thought you were dead!”

Summary: Searching for years, Hallie Potter has finally found the one person she’s been looking for.

Rick, Glenn, Daryl, and Michonne are tiredly working, stabbing walker after walker through a chain link fence where they all seem to have congregated. Carol and Maggie have all ready tried drawing the dead’s attention elsewhere so they didn’t weigh down the one portion of the fence they seemed to be favoring, but it didn’t seem to work for long. The dead ended up coming back to the fence line and pressing against it.

“Why do they keep coming, man?” Glenn asks, grunting as he struggles to pull free his crowbar. “We’ve quieted the kids and the animals aren’t making any noise.”

“Don’t know, but if they keep comin’,” Daryl mutters, “they’re gonna tear down the fence.”

“Keep workin’,” Rick tells them. “They’ll thin out.”

Michonne frowns. “Yeah, but not fast enough.”

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aryaarathornson

OMG I NEED MORE OF THESE 😍😍😍

do-you-ever-think-about-possums

Demisexual “So you mean a normal person?” Don’t hate on things you don’t understand.

Person: What’s demisexuality?

Demisexual: It means you don’t get attracted to people unless there’s an emotional bond.

Person: Oh, so like, a normal person?

Demisexual: Actually, no, although I can see how you’d think that. Most people don’t have sex with people unless they have an emotional bond with them but that’s not really to do with sexuality, that’s just staying safe and having common sense.

’Normal’ people, although not intending to sleep with someone right away, still know, usually, whether they would be interested in doing that within a short amount of time, sometimes immediately. People come up to me and say “You’re attractive, can I have your number?” after just seeing me from across a bar. They’ve never spoken to me, don’t know who I am but still found me attractive and are thus interested in getting to know me more to see if they’d like to start a relationship.

Demisexuals don’t experience that. We don’t see underwear adverts and find the actors desirable. We don’t look at someone from across a room and think “they’re hot, I wonder if they’re single”. ‘Sex sells’ goes over our heads. Dating apps where you swipe pictures across the screen are useless. We literally don’t get attracted to people that quickly.

Person: Oh, I see. So it’s not just being picky or abstaining from sex, it’s literal lack of attraction?

Demisexual: Yes, you’ve got it.

Person: That must make dating difficult.

Demisexual: It does. Many of us are interested in dating but are limited to people we know emotionally. If someone asks for my number I then have to say to them ‘can we be friends for roughly two to three years, by then I should know whether I find you physically attractive and if I do we can start dating’. It’s sad because I don’t want to get people’s hopes up or seem like I’m leading them on. But I literally do have to know them for a while before I can get attracted to them if I do at all. It also meant growing up was a strange experience because everyone would be pointing out attractive people on TV, in magazines and when walking down the street and I just didn’t understand.

Person: Well thank you for taking the time to explain that to me. I understand now that there is a difference between abstaining from sex and actually lacking attraction.

Demisexual: No problem. It’s nice to be accepted and understood.

Demisexuals, you are real and valid. Just because people don’t understand what you go through that doesn’t mean what you go through is fake. Pride is about respecting and celebrating all sexualities and their nuances.

You should also note that demisexuality is common among those on the autism spectrum. To deny demisexuality is not only illogical but it’s also ableism. You’re erasing people’s symptoms because its convenient for you and because you don’t understand them.

Demisexuals just want to chill and exist. They don’t want fame and to be mollycoddled. They just want awareness and acceptance.

Let’s not hate on people just because we don’t understand.

stele3

Not demisexual, but I see these same issues in people’s understanding of asexuality. Demi folks, I feel your frustration!

kyraneko

GOOD post OP. I’ve been wondering “is this me” for some time and you’ve hit several nails on the head, from the confusion/vague distress at being hit on by apparently-sincere complete strangers to the way people become attractive over months and years once you get to know them.

hwells-ho-train

THE QUEST FOR COFFEE - (Part 2) E2 Harry Wells x Reader

Warnings: A couple of F-bombs

Part 1

They walked side by side down the pavement, his ambling stride easily keeping up with her annoyed stomp. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye. “You know, you really shouldn’t scowl, your face will freeze like that.”

The look she gave him was murderous. “My face is the least frozen part of me, thanks to you.”

“I brought you your coat.” He said as if that was enough. He had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing as her scowl only deepened.

“Oh yes, a coat over soaked clothing is real helpful.” She snapped.

He made a production of looking her over. “You probably should’ve changed.”

“So you could go hide back in your lab? I don’t think so, I worked hard to get you this far, I’m not giving up now just because I’m cold and miserable.”

He shook his head at her stubbornness. “A cup of hot coffee should warm you right up then.”

“I don’t drink hot coffee.”

He turned to look at her as if she’d just suggested they rob a bank. “Oh of course, you’re one of those. Let me guess, frozen and full of sugar with whipped cream and rainbow sprinkles?” He rolled his eyes.

“Iced peppermint mocha with double espresso. No whipped cream, I hate that canned stuff.”

“Peppermint mocha?” He made a face as if he just bit into a lemon. “That’s not coffee, that’s a dessert.

“Oh, of course, you’re one of those.” She lowered her voice to a rasp in what he could only assume was supposed to be a parody of his own. “Let me guess, scalding hot dark roast as bitter and black as your heart?” She glanced his way with a knowing look.

“I do not sound like that.”

They reached the door of Jitters and he made to open it but she stood in front blocking him. “So I’m right?” She asked, looking entirely too self-satisfied for someone who was wearing wet clothes in freezing weather.

“No.” He said as if she was completely off the mark.

She arched a brow at him but moved out of the way.

Striding up to the counter, she ordered her drink then turned expectantly towards him. “Go ahead black heart, I’m buying remember.”

His mouth thinned at her comment, but he placed his order. “A large coffee…”

”Cream and sugar?” The barista asked.

“Black” he muttered.

“And?” Y/L/N prodded.

He sighed. “Extra hot.” He didn’t even have to look at her, he could sense the look on her face.

After paying she led them to a table. “Looks like I pegged you better than you pegged me.” She said cheerfully.

Harry choked on the first sip of his coffee. “What?!” He looked at her aghast.

“I said, I pegged yo-”

“Shhhhh!” He shushed. “This is a family friendly establishment.”

“What’d I say?” She looked at him in surprise.

“Pegged is a euphemism.” He whispered as if she should know better.

“Yeah, as in, I figured you out.”

“Noooo. As in…” Harry stopped and made a vague hand gesture, a blush appeared across his cheeks. He took a sip of his coffee to cover it.

“As in?” She waited.

“As in…” He floundered and made a few more gestures with his hands.

“I’m not following.”

“Fucked!” He said in exasperation.

Several patrons turned in their direction and Harry reddened even more at his outburst.

“Sorry, he’s got Tourette’s.” She apologized to the people who had turned to stare. One woman who was nearby with her child gave them a searing glare.

“Way to go Mr. Family-Friendly-Establishment.” She said laughingly.

“Well that’s what it means on my Earth” He attempted to defend himself.

She took the opportunity to antagonize him further. “You’re looking a little hot under the collar, Harry. You can say the word without blushing, we’re both adults.”

He just muttered under his breath. Why did it feel like she always got the better of him verbally?

She leaned forward in a conspiring manner and whispered. “So you thought I said that I fucked you better than you fucked me?”

He was positively beet red as he glared at her over his coffee and she couldn’t resist one more jibe. She rubbed her hands in front of his face as though the heat were warming them. “I should be dry in no time.”

“Are you done?” He growled.

“Nope, still wet.” She grinned.

“With all this talk of fucking, I imagine you are.” Finally! His face took on a satisfied expression and he waited to see her blush for once.

But it was not to be, instead she burst out laughing. “Touché Harry.” She saluted him with her coffee and took a drink. “Wow, that’s cold.”

He gave her a deadpan look, then stood up and walked away.

“Harry?” She called, but he ignored her. Walking up to the barista, Harry pulled out his wallet and said something she couldn’t hear. After receiving a cup full of something hot, he walked back. “Save this for later.” He said as he moved the iced coffee away and replaced it with the steaming cup.

“Apple Cider?”

“You drink it back at the lab all the time.”

She looked him over appraisingly. “Thanks. Maybe you peg-“

“DOOOON’T!” He interrupted.

She broke into giggles again and despite him himself, he chuckled along with her.

The sound of his laugh made her stop immediately and she looked at him in wonder. “Harry, you laughed, you just showed real human emotion!”

He snorted and shook his head. “Don’t get used to it.” But he was still grinning behind his coffee cup.

—-

They stayed at Jitters for well over an hour and fell into a somewhat comfortable rhythm of conversation and pointed mockery. While Harry wouldn’t come out and say it, he had actually enjoyed himself.

Upon stepping outside, she shuddered. “I can’t wait to get into dry clothing.”

“You’re probably going to catch pneumonia.” Harry remarked, blowing heat into his rapidly chilling fingers.

“Well, if I do. I know an excellent doctor.” She smiled at him.

“You couldn’t afford my services.” He retorted although he looked rather pleased at her comment.

“I meant Caitlyn.” She tossed back lightly.

He gave her a raised brow. “Brat.”

Nearing the lab door she spied the pile of snow he had dumped her in earlier. As he reached for the door, he suddenly felt her grab the back of his jacket and spin him around. Then with a hearty shove she sent him flying right into the drift. He yelled as the cold penetrated his clothes. “DAMMIT Y/L/N!”

She clutched her stomach laughing. “Oh come on, you knew I wasn’t going to let you off the hook for that.”

I think I broke my wrist.” He winced.

“Right, I’m not falling for that.” She made to open the door.

“No Y/L/N, Seriously.” He hissed in pain as he attempted to move his right arm.

Her look of mirth wavered.

“I’m not kidding.” He winced again and she moved towards him all uncertainty and concern.

“Harry, I’m sorry, I-“ her eyes widened as she caught the gleam in his eye too late.

“Gotcha!” He yanked her extended hand with his left and she went down right next to him, face first.

He laughed triumphantly and using her back as leverage, managed to pull himself out of the drift. There was a very indignant noise coming from Y/L/N as doing so pushed her in deeper. Backing up, he observed his handiwork, and framed her behind with his fingers. “I wish you could see yourself, truly one of your better angles.” He chortled and pulled out his phone, snapping a picture. Finally after some muffled yelling coming from her, he relented and wrapped his hands around her hips and pulled. It took several tugs but he managed to get her unstuck from her freezing prison. She rounded on him and flung the snow sticking to her mittened hands at his face. “You are a jackass!”

He brushed snow off the tip of her nose with his thumb and the thought came unbidden that she was really quite cute when she was mad.

She plucked her mittens off and tossed them at him. “Ice for your broken wrist.”

“Not my fault you’re so trusting.” He said cockily.

Despite it not being the worst thing he’d said to her, she immediately stilled. There was a flicker of something in her expression but he couldn’t read what it was.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?

She avoided his eyes. “It’s nothing,” she made to turn around but he reached out for her arm.

“Y/L/N?”

She hesitated then shook her head. “It’s just, I’ve been accused of that before, by Thawne.” That mistrustful look she got in her eye whenever she looked at him was back and for some reason, he felt his heart sink a bit. “Anyway, I’m gonna go take a shower and get into some dry clothes. Thanks for the coffee, Harry.”

She pulled from his grasp and he let her go. “You bought me coffee.” He said quietly, but she had already rushed back inside leaving him out in the cold.

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