just in case that went over your heads

H2O

Summary: You challenge Bucky not to laugh on your day off.

Pairing:  Bucky x Reader

Warnings: fluff, humour of the pun kind

Word Count: 1,491

A/N: this is my first fic ever posted here! I’d love any feedback, comments, questions, etc.  I’ve done this water challenge with friends, and let me tell you, it gets pretty crazy. 

I hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by sebuttianstans

“Wait…explain it to me again.”

“It’s called the Water Challenge, you have to fill up your cheeks with water.“

“And then see how fast I can drink this whole thing?” Bucky held up the water pitcher. “Newsflash, doll, my bladder can only hold so much.”

You giggled.  “No, you hold water in your mouth—I do it too, don’t give me that face—then we’ll try to make each other laugh. Whoever laughs and lets all the water fall out loses.”

“Where’d you find this?”

“Buzzfeed.”

“Of course it was Buzzfeed,” Bucky sighed, shaking his head slightly.

You were sitting crossed legged in the living room, movie cases strewn haphazardly on the coffee table and plates everywhere.  The team had left for a quick two-day mission, leaving you and Bucky alone in the tower. It was something you relished in, loving how you had Bucky all to yourself.  The two of you were best friends but recently your thoughts around him had taken a…different route. A more-than-friends route.

Taking the pitcher you filled both of the glasses with water and handed one to your opponent.

“But isn’t this better than another day filling out the paperwork Bruce left us?”

“True.  And I get to spend it with you,” he said, poking your nose with his index finger. You could feel yourself blush, so you busied yourself with smoothing down the carpet.  

Your lack of attention was a mistake. You yelped as he flicked his half-full glass at you. Mouth in a gaping ‘O’, you said, “I see how its going to be! What happened to Skeptical Bucky?”

“He’s still here, but it’s still a challenge, and I plan to win.  Got a problem with that doll?” An evil grin spread across his handsome face.

“Nope. Cause I’m going to win.”

“Mhm, keep telling yourself that. Let’s talk stakes.”  

“Okay.”   You watched him shift to refill his glass, your eyes gravitating towards his lips.  Then your mouth opened, and you surprised even yourself with what came out.  “If I win, you have to kiss me.”

The pitcher stopped as if time was frozen.  “And if I win?”

“Then I have to kiss you.”

Courage. Can’t say it’s not spontaneous.

Water dripped agonizingly slow into the cup, yet when your eyes met Bucky’s again, his were a shade darker blue than before.  “Sounds reasonable. Ready?”

You sat up straighter and both of you lifted your glass in a ‘cheers’ motion before downing it. The water sloshed around in your mouth; thank the stars you weren’t thirsty or this challenge would have been torture. You started off simple, wide then narrowed eyes, crossing them to look at your nose. Small smile. No water.  

Bucky’s turn.  He waggled his heavyset eyebrows to imitate the wave.  You arranged your face to show that he had to try harder.  As much as you wanted that kiss, you weren’t going to lose on purpose.

Back and forth the two of you devised creative ways to make each other laugh, but to no avail.  Bucky was a surprisingly good competitor; it wasn’t your first time playing the challenge, and truthfully you had been expecting to win right off the bat.  Time to up the intensity.  

You flicked his cheek, resulting in a hollow sound that nearly made you lose it when paired with his shocked expression.  Knowing Bucky as well as you did, you could imagine what he was thinking.

‘Did you just flick me?’

‘Whatcha going to do about it, old man?’

A jet of water was sprayed at your face in answer.

‘Alright.  No more Mrs. Nice Y/N’

You reached out and started to tickle his sides, an action that made him recoil back. Or so you thought. Movement happened, and suddenly Bucky sat smugly on your legs, pinning you to the ground.  Never breaking eye contact, he reached teasingly for the water pitcher and dangled it right above your face. His smirk was simultaneously as hot, and as terrifying as hell.

‘Nonononono’ you tried to wiggle out from under Bucky—-splash. You were utterly and completely soaked, as was the couch and the carpet beneath you. You sighed in resignation, pretending to be annoyed by Bucky’s muffled laughter. He was close to breaking…and off-balance, pumping his fists in premature victory, if you had anything to do with it.

You used your training to flip him over so you were straddling him.  Grabbing a pillow off the couch, you promptly dropped it from your height onto his head.  To add insult to injury you spit all your water on your best friends’ face after he pushed the pillow off.  

“Who’s wet now!”  

This time Bucky couldn’t hold it in and he gasped out his water; you could feel his laughs resonating through your legs, and you realized what a compromising position you were in.

Apparently, Bucky was thinking the same thing.  His hands moved to rest on your waist, one warm, one cool; your eyes watched as his sinful tongue flicked out to make his lips more inviting. The mood of the room had quickly switched from playful to something deeper, more intimate.

“Well, doll. I think I won.”

“Yeah…guess you did.”

You both knew what that meant. The courage from earlier crept back. Your fingers weaved their way into his soft locks, and you finally leaned down so those captivating blue eyes were closer closer, parted lips closerclosercloser

“Good evening Mr. Stark, welcome home.”  

A ding of the elevator and F.R.I.D.A.Y.  startled you enough to tumble off Bucky. You scampered onto the couch before the team could come down the hall.

Why oh why did they have to come back now? You stole a nervous glance at the boy you were about to kiss not ten seconds ago.

Slowly, Bucky pushed himself up to lean against the opposite couch, cleared his throat, and used both hands to push back his hair.  That tongue swiped at his lips again and it was all you could do to stay on the couch.  You swore you could see an expression of frustration cross his features when your teammates emerged from around the corner, but you were probably just hoping.  Really hoping.  

“Hey you two,” Steve greeted.  The chorus of ‘hellos’ followed from the rest of the team. Sam and Tony whizzed over the fridge, Nat took a seat at the island, and the others drifted off to their respective rooms.

“Hey,” you said.  Your fingers fiddled with the bottom of your pants and you fought to keep your attention on Steve’s report of their success.

“It was an open-and-shut case, we just went in and the scientists confessed immediately,” he said, “it’s actually nice to have people cooperate with us for once.”

“Less discus,” Tony mumbled through his sandwich.

Clint returned to sit on the couch.  You and Bucky exchanged an alarmed look, all awkward gone–he ducked his head away, shoulders shaking. You had to cover your mouth with your hand for fear of bursting out laughing.

“Why is the floor so wet?!”

“Blame Buzzfeed!” you yelled, grabbing Bucky’s hand and escaping to your room.  

“That game was absolutely ridiculous, Y/N,” he chuckled, shutting the door behind him. “I’m soaked.”

“Gives a new meaning to ‘within spitting distance’ huh?”

He took a few steps closer. “You know what? I think I’d prefer to be within kissing distance.”

Your heart skipped a beat; you didn’t hope after all. “Well, currently, we have no other options.”

Bucky titled his head. “Was that a water pun?”

“…maybe.”

“You’ve gotta stop doing that,” he laughed slightly and looked up at the ceiling.

“Doing what?” you asked with a taunting grin. Bucky reached out and tucked a loose piece of hair behind your ear. His hand lingered, cupping your cheek.

“Saying things that make me want to kiss you.”

Your heart was beating so fast you were sure he could hear it. Feel it too, since he leaned in so his forehead rested against yours.

“What if I told you not only was that one pun, it was two.”

“Then I’d have to do this.”

Bucky lowered his lips to meet yours, the moment you had dreamed of for so long.  The kiss was soft and gentle and chaste at first. Then Bucky’s arms encircled your waist, and you reached up and tangled yours around his neck, adding more pressure to your lips, deepening the kiss.  Your parted lips opened further, allowing your tongues to earnestly say hello. Finally you pulled apart, arms still around one another.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for so long…”

“Me too,” you breathed.

“I think I like winning.” The corner of his mouth twitched up in a lopsided grin.  

“Don’t get used to it, I demand a rematch.” You bumped his nose with yours. “But later,” you said, pulling him in for another kiss, “we haven’t completed the stakes yet.”

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tagging some of my favourites and inspiration because I’m new and I really admire you :) 

a big thank you to @fxckmebuck for being amazing with writing, and all the tips and encouragement! 

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Anchor

Originally posted by expressivedolphin

Derek Hale x Reader (Requested by Anon)

I know this is a bit vague (sorry!) but would you please write a oneshot where Derek discovers the Reader is his anchor and soulmate and he doesn’t know how to tell her. But he suddenly becomes even more possessive and protective of her which the reader notices and so she asks him? Thanks!

“Hey, (Y/N)? Do you, maybe, want to go to dinner with me?” Derek asked. He had been following you around a lot lately and was currently following you around your apartment as you were throwing clothes and shoes, trying to get ready.

“When, Derek?” You asked as you threw another shoe behind you, Derek cautiously dodging it.

“Tonight?” He suggested and you giggled.

“I can’t tonight, have you heard a thing I’ve told you the past hour?” You laughed, “I’m going out with Stiles and Scott tonight.

“But why?” He asked, actually sounding offended.

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anonymous asked:

Just - the tension between Yoonbum in Sangwoo in the new chapter is off the charts. Yoonbum wants to just be left alone and Sangwoo wants to resolve the whole thing, which is why all would have been fine if Sangwoo didn't ask Bum that question in the bathtub. If after his apology, Sangwoo was just like "you're not gross and I respect you and I understand if you need space" then we wouldnt be where we are right now, I feel like he just needs to work on his social skills haha

Exactly your point, a lot of what happened in Chapter 27 could have been avoided if Sangwoo wasn’t completely lacking in social skills. All of the grooming he has been doing with Bum wasn’t really helping in the first place, as it was obvious that Bum wasn’t receptive to it at all. But of course, this completely went over Sangwoo’s head. Then when he added the sex proposal, the whole thing plummeted into even more of a mess than it already was.

In case it wasn’t obvious, Sangwoo was really putting himself out there in this chapter, which is extremely unlike him, being that he is not a fan of feeling vulnerable or insecure. But here he is doing a lot of things that would put him on the spot (apologizing, admitting he was wrong, being kind, etc)

In doing all of this, he temporarily removed himself from the alpha role. He has only done this once in the past, referring to Bum as Oppa (superior honorific), in Chapter 19, before giving him the “choice” to kill Jieun. This is completely like Sangwoo. To relinquish the dominant role, but at the same time, not really relinquish it at all. There will always be a consequence if Bum chooses the answer that Sangwoo didn’t intend for him to, no matter how accepting he looks. So all of these actions that appear to humble him are really just more verbal traps for Bum to walk into.

Because of his vulnerability being accentuated by his lack of control, he takes Bum’s rejection entirely to heart. To me Sangwoo attempting to drown Bum was a mixture of anger, betrayal, and an innate need to reestablish his dominance.

Allowing Bum to have his space after rejecting him would only have been possible if 1. Sangwoo was actually being nice to Bum for Bum’s sake, and not his own and 2. If Sangwoo actually cared for Bum’s personal wellbeing. But since Sangwoo tends to focus only on his own needs more than Bum’s, we likely won’t see that scenario play out anytime soon :’(

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The last point that I found worth mentioning, Back in Chapter 26, it was obvious that Bum took being called disgusting specifically, extremely hard. And to anyone who isn’t very emotionally intelligent (aka Sangwoo) it could be interpreted as “he tried to kill himself because I called him disgusting, so if I just take it back, everything will be okay again.” But sadly, that’s not how emotions work.

Assuring Bum with “I don’t think your disgusting” and the sex proposal, was pretty much his fruitless attempts of mending the relationship. I think that Sangwoo honestly thought that this would be enough to fix everything, and that Bum would magically agree to be intimate with him simply because he renounced what he said.

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Title: Newlyweds
Pairing: Cassian Andor x Reader
Genre: Fluff, some angst
Warnings: Some nudity
A/N: Inspire by The Coat™ tbh. That’s the only excuse I have for this nonsense. I regret nothing

Originally posted by fandomsarecoolilikequiteafew

“Remind me why we couldn’t just stay in the ship?” you asked, pulling your coat tighter around your body. Dark clouds loomed above, threatening to dump a blanket of snow right on top of you at any second.

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The Interrogation Room

SPN FanFic

~Officer Winchester has a few more questions for you…~

Dean x Reader

1,807 Words

Warnings: NSFW! Playfully Dom!Dean (trust me), bit o’spanking, handcuffs… ya know, SMUT.

A/N: Here’s your Pick-A-Smut 2.4K Winner! Special thank you to @tennesseewhiskey-and-pie​ for the beta!

Originally posted by bringmesomepie56

Dean shut the door and threw the deadbolt closed. The click echoed through the empty room, ricocheting off of the ugly green painted cement walls and ringing in your ears. The interrogation room was cold and dark; a single light fixture hung above the plain table, swaying in the breeze that Dean had created when he slammed the door shut.

You were pacing behind the table, fingers rubbing your temples as you went over the case. Something wasn’t adding up, something about the perp you’d just interviewed wasn’t sitting right with you. Your head was a jumble of facts, your body tense and aching, and then there was Dean, locking the door and grinning at you with that smirk you so loved. You knew exactly what that look meant, and while it did send a wave of heat through your core, you also knew you didn’t have time for his games.

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Protective Or Possessive - Part Three | Jughead x Reader

Originally posted by kulo-ren


Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: Sticking with your friend Veronica’s plan, you head to Pop’s to confront Jug and it becomes a whirlwind of emotions between the two of you.

Warnings: none.

Word count: 1,763

A/N: the support for this has been incredible and i really hope you enjoy this! so many of you asked for a part three and i hope this lives up to the expectations <3

PART ONE | PART TWO


“He hates me,” you sighed, flopping down onto your bed with your phone pressed to your ear. The moment you’d got home you’d called Veronica since she was the mastermind behind this whole thing. You’d told her his reaction and how horrible you felt that you’d upset him so much. Part of you wanted to go and come clean to Jug but when you’d voiced this to Ronnie, she’d shut it down instantly. The plan was in motion and there was no stopping it.

“He doesn’t hate you, (Y/N). Stop being such a drama queen.” Although you couldn’t see her, you knew that Veronica was rolling her eyes at you right now.

You snorted. “Says the biggest drama queen I know.”

“Shutup. Look, Jughead doesn’t hate you. Our plan kind of worked, right? We got a reaction out of him. Just sit tight for a few hours then show up at Pop’s. I know for a fact he’s not going to be too mad to want to talk to you.”

“I don’t know, V.”

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anonymous asked:

Can you do how the karasuno boys would act when the s/o was pregnant?

I saw this and thought “my time has come.” My own struggle with early pregnancy has left me a little bit behind on writing, but I figured as I transition from my first to my second trimester, this was a good way to get back into the swing of it!! Please enjoy, and thanks to Admin Alyx for the moral support
~Admin Emma


Daichi: When he finds out you’re pregnant, he’s elated as hell. He can’t even believe it–he’s going to be a father! Like, a real dad. He sort of can’t believe it and he’s so grateful you’re going on this adventure with him. He immediately takes over more than his share of the housework (especially chemical-heavy ones, like the bathroom, or smelly ones, like trash and dishes) and works hard to incorporate your new needs into your lives. He tries to go to every appointment, ask as many questions as he can, and do as much as he can. In all honesty, he’s a bit too protective, and by the end you’re probably ready for some of your independence back.

Suga: He denies it, but he was so happy when that test came up positive that he cried. He just smothers you with smooches and pulls you into the tightest hug possible. After that, he’s pretty much the perfect, doting husband. He researches pregnancy-safe recipes, makes sure you take your medication and your vitamins, reads the stressful parts of the baby books for you (stress isn’t good for you, after all) and is all in all a trooper during all the fun ups and downs and pregnancy. He tries to keep your life normal, but when you’re laying in bed with him at night and he’s rubbing your sore back or feet, he’s fantasizing about having a baby, talking about names, nursery colors, toys, parenting techniques… all of it. He’s just so happy, and he can’t wait to be a dad.

Asahi: At first he’s terrified. He has his moment of panic where every possible worst case scenario runs through his head all at the same time. He couldn’t even tell you what it was about, it came and went so fast. After his little episode, though, he’s a rock. He’s holding your hair back if you’re getting sick, making sure you’re eating even if you don’t want to eat anything, stocking up when you are overcome with second-trimester-demon-hunger, and just in general taking care of you in whatever you need. When it comes to baby prep, he adores the little clothes, and he takes over painting the nursery. Even if you would have been happy with a solid color, he goes all out and probably hand-paints a mural on the baby’s wall.

Noya: Literally vibrates with excitement. He can’t even handle it. He sweeps you straight into his arms, he can’t even believe it, because he’s going to be a dad! He’s going to be the best dad, he says, and he has all these plans and he’s so excited. Then, about 24-48 hours after the initial excitement sets in, it cools very quickly, and he suddenly goes into a full on panic. He starts to get sort of snappish with people, and it’s just so unlike him because he’s always been pretty chill about supposedly-scary things. Usually, he’s your shining light and sunshine and calming presence, but surprisingly, you have to take on that role for him. Also, don’t let him read anything about your pregnancy and what can go wrong ever. Just let him see the ultrasounds and assure him that yes, he is going to be a wonderful dad, and he’ll be fine.

Tanaka: Tanaka is straight up adorable about the whole process. He’s had his names picked out since you two got married, and he’s so excited for kids, he can practically taste it. Nine months is too damn long, damnit! He goes way overboard buying things for the baby because he doesn’t care how many onesies you have at home, this one has tiny baby cartoon sharks on it and it is ADORABLE! He cries at the ultrasounds, and of course he keeps copies of it in his wallet, because he’s just so proud?? He sees you and his baby as a gift, and even if he’s scared, he knows that you can work out whatever comes your way. You’re his family now, and family is super important to him.

Ennoshita: Surprisingly calm? He’s probably one of the only ones who just incorporates it into your lives, not a problem. He gets anxious of course–he doesn’t feel like he’s ready, but then, he also thinks he’ll never be ready anyway, so he just tries to go with the flow. He’ll follow your lead on most things, take charge where you need him to, and just in general be there. He’s a great husband, and he is super excited. He just knows that it’s going to be a long nine months if he obsesses the whole time.

Kageyama: That little pink line shows up, and Kageyama.exe stops running. He just… loses his ability to can for a while. He’s just… silent. Stares off into space for a bit, sort of forgets what words are for a second… if you try and ask him about it, he loses all volume control. Of course he thought that you would have kids “one day” but he didn’t realize that “one day” would be a real, honest-to-God, concrete day. Eventually, he just pulls you into a super tight hug and holds you for a bit, because he has a lot of conflicted emotions at the moment. He does know, though, that he couldn’t be happier, because as long as he has you, everything is going to be OK.

Hinata: Just… so extra. He can’t even, he’s just so excited. He just blinks a few times before his face breaks out into that radiant, sunshine child smile–so bright, so pure–and he sweeps you into his arms. He’s always wanted kids and has always been inclined towards family, so the fact that you’re willing to do this for him is just the best thing ever. He’s not the handiest when it comes to studying, but he does try and read as many books as he can, he goes to friends with kids, and he asks his parents for advice on the matter as well. He’s a weird mix of excited and anxious, but he wants to be there for you every step of the way.

Tsukishima: Tsukki isn’t entirely sure how to react, to be honest. He’s immediately overcome with literally the most crippling anxiety he’s ever experienced, and sadly just handles it in the worst way possible. He completely withdraws, trying to distance himself as much as he can because if he even thinks about it, he almost makes himself sick with worry. He’s a smart guy–he knows what can go wrong. It isn’t until you come to him about halfway through your pregnancy with an ultrasound and tears in your eyes, telling him that you’re having a girl, that he realizes how stupid he’s been. After that, he tries to make up for lost time as best he can. Everything seems better when he goes with you to your next prenatal visit and he listens to the heartbeat for the first time. He promptly buys a dinosaur mobile for the crib, and from then on he’s hooked.

Yamaguchi: He just can’t believe it. Like, you’re having a baby? Like, a child? A real, human child? That is in your body right now? Honestly, he gets a little ridiculous but it’s adorable, really. He has his moments, but as we’ve seen him time and again, when the chips are down he’s a pillar. He takes such good care of you, no matter your symptoms or the severity, and if you get a case of the baby-crazies, he’s there to talk you off the ledge. He has bizarre questions for your doctor, like if your baby will have his freckles or if his stupid cowlick is genetic. (Spoilers, baby has both and it’s too precious to handle)

Mom doesn’t wish to see you[Part 10] (Bruce Wayne imagine)

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Requested: Yes
Request: Mum doesn’t wish to see you part 10 ????? I luv you honey !
Summary: Not only do you find out that you’ve been cheated on, but so do the boys and the aftermath.
Word count: 715
Warning(s): cheating, divorce, swearing, cliff hanger? 
Tag: @queen-twerks-a-lot @girl-obsessed-with-things @angstytodd @rebecca-x4 @onmiontko @awkward-teenaged-girl  @geeky-girl-394

You just couldn’t shake the feeling of being followed. Every time you went shopping you had the feeling of being followed, not only could you feel eyes on the back of your neck from between the Isles, but also the same car was always parked within 5 parking spots from you, and if possible, right next to you.

When you would have meetings in the coffee shop, the same woman would always follow you in 5 minutes later, sitting away from you, her eyes always on you, even if you walked past her to visit the restroom.

You tried brushing it off, you just thought the woman was a regular at the coffee shop, maybe just recognized you from the press, even though she seemed oddly familiar. But then you started seeing her nearly everywhere, the movies when you went with your friends, outside your workplace, in the mall, everywhere.

You often thought about talking to Bruce about it but opted not to, taking to account the stress he’s already under with WE and the bat business. You had always ensured him that you could fully take care of yourself and this was an occasion that you could differently prove it, only to realize later that the biggest strength is to ask for help, but you realized it far too late.

One day someone had booked a meeting with you in your office, so you were there early, getting your paperwork ready when the front desk informed you that your client was there.

She was quickly shown to your office and when you absentmindedly got up from your seat to shake their hand, and our eyes finally met hers, you couldn’t believe your eyes. Not only was it the woman that you recognize was following you, but now you realize why she looked so familiar all this while. It was the woman that Bruce was all over. “You…” you muttered in shock.

Look here bitch, I’m not here to exchange pleasantries, I’ll give you a week to get away from Bruce, otherwise you’ll really fucking regret it.” she threatens.

It’s not like if I leave him, he’ll run to you, fucking whore.” You spit back. She angrily slaps you across the cheek, you quickly grab the phone, “Security please,” You say, and not more a half a minute later the woman is being removed, a huge red mark on your cheek.

The whole family looked in shock at dinner when they saw the slight swelling on your cheek, but no one asked, guessing that if it was something major, you would have told them. Though the boys had a silent agreement to keep a closer eye on you, just in case something was happening.

A whole week you had to look over your shoulder everywhere you went because of course, you wouldn’t leave Bruce just because some bitch was threatening you. You didn’t even fully know what kind of weight the threat even had, was she serious? Was it just empty blabber?

You felt the eyes on the back of your head a lot more intensely, as the days ticked away and on the last day, the anxiety was through the rough. “I should have talked to Bruce, or Alfred even.” You mumbled to yourself, as you got on your coat and grabbed your purse. 

You worked in the middle of Gotham City, so you had to park your car a couple hundred meters away, because of the lack of parking spots. It was a particularly gloomy night and you thought of asking one of the guards to accompany you to your car, but ended up not doing so.

Walking away from the safety of work, you immediately regretted not taking anyone with you, you felt someone follow you, but Bruce always told you to not look back, but walk as fast as you possibly can. As you entered the alleyway that led to your car, a feminine cough came from behind you.

You turned around to see the same lady yet again. “I warned you, and even gave you a little time, you really thought I wouldn’t go through with it?” 

“What do you want?” You ask, slowly backing away.

To finish what I started.” She grimly said, a manic smile on her face.


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Oblivious

Request; Could you possibly write an imagine where spencer is in love with the reader but she is oblivious. And on an off rainy day spencer feels depressed so he goes to her and confesses his feelings, extra fluff maybe? Either way thanks love

Warnings; emo spencey

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You perched your clothing hamper higher up on your knee and used your free hand to fiddle in your pocket for the keys to your apartment.

“Aha!” You triumphantly call out as you feel the cool metal between your fingers. As you pull them from your pocket, your clothing hamper falls from your grip and straight onto the wooden floors beneath you.

“Damn it,” you huff, scrambling down to pick up all your clean clothes.

“Y/N!” You hear the familiar voice call out as a new person joins you on the floor. “Let me help you.”

“Thanks, Spence,” You smile gratefully and he returns the gesture as he helps you pick up the scattered items.

“Um,” Spencer coughs awkwardly as he quickly tosses your lace panties into the hamper. You could see his cheeks turn a slight tinge of pink and you have to suppress your giggles.

He stands up and dusts himself off before offering you a hand which you take.

“Do you need help carrying that inside?” Spencer asks hesitantly.

“Please,” you smile sheepishly. You turn around and unlock your front door, this time without the fuss. Spencer picks up the now full hamper and follows you into your brightly lit apartment.

“New case?” You ask once Spencer sets down the basket.

“Huh?” He raises a brow in question before realizing what you asked. “Oh, yeah! Got a text a few minutes ago for a meeting.”

“Well, I wouldn’t want to keep your team waiting, Doctor,” you say with a small frown.

“It’s only been a couple minutes,” Spencer shrugs. “Plus, coincidentally running into you everyday has already changed the amount of time it takes me to get to the BAU. Going back to about six months ago before you moved in I was there in under twenty minutes but now it takes me thirty.”

“Can’t say I’m sorry,” you smirk.

“There’s nothing to apologize for,” Spencer smiles, running his hand through his locks.

“See you in a week?” You ask. “Seeing as you and your team are very good at what you do, it usually takes you a few days to catch the killer. You typically spend a week away before you come back home.”

“That’s an excellent observation,” Spencer nods in excitement.

“I learned from the best,” you wink. “Okay now go before you’re late!”

You rush over to Spencer and turn him around before putting your hands on his back and forcefully pushing him out of your apartment, struggling to do so. You reminded yourself of a child pushing against an adult who wouldn’t move unless they walked themselves.

Spencer stumbled out of your apartment and you quickly threw yourself into his grip, nuzzling your face in his chest.

“Go catch some villains!” You pull away and ruffle his hair before returning into your home.

You rested your back against the other side of the door, a warm feeling bubbling in your chest.

Ever since you moved in six months ago, Spencer had become a constant in your life. Whenever you needed him, he was there. Whenever you wanted to talk to him, he was there. Anytime you wanted company, he was there.

You knew that every time you would step out in to the hallway, he would be there somehow. You had spent many days with him, talking and learning things about each other.

He was a dream, but you didn’t know if you were his.

Spencer stood there for a couple seconds, staring at your front door. He chuckled to himself before smoothing his hair down which you just kind of ruined.

He felt the little flicker of excitement when he thought of returning home later on in the week.

He knew you would be here waiting for him. You brought light to his life, and he wished you would see just how much he loves you.


***

Spencer landed back home after dealing with a heavy hearted case. A man who had worked at an ice cream parlor had gone on a rampage, killing several couples who visited the parlor for date night. Couples who seemed head over heels in love were killed in front of each other, seeing as that’s exactly what happened to the unsub and his significant other.

The city was gloomy and the rain was pouring. Spencer didn’t know whether the weather was taking a toll on his emotions or if it was the case. All he knew was that there was only one place he needed to be.

“Spencer!” You exclaim as you open the door. Spencer took one look at you and felt his mood begin to lift. Your hair was tied up in a loose bun, you had on sweats and a hoodie he had given you from a science convention he went to.

“You’re all wet,” you frown, pulling him into your house without hesitation. “Were you outside without an umbrella?”

“I forgot it,” he shrugs.

You drag him over to your sofa and he sits on the plushy cushions. You stand over him, hands on your hips.

“What’s wrong,” you squint your eyes, trying to observe his change in behavior. “Bad case?”

“Yes,” he whispers, not wanting to speak louder just in case his voice cracked.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You ask quietly, stepping closer to him. He shakes his head ‘no’ and you nod understandingly.

Instead of pestering him with more questions, you raise your hand to his hair and tuck the loose strands behind his ears. Your warm hand trails from his hair and rests on his cheek. He closes his eyes and leans into the touch.

He finally lets his emotions succumb and before you know it his arms are wrapped around your waist and pulling you down onto his lap. He buries his face in your neck and lets his silent cries out against your skin.

“Hey, you’re okay,” you coo, smoothing your hand through his hair, twisting the curls around your fingers. “I’m here.”

You sat there for a good ten minutes, letting him cry and you calming him down. Soon, it was just silence. It was just Spencer hugging onto you like his life depended on it.

“How do you not see?” Spencer’s question breaks through the silence. You look down at him in confusion.

“See what?”

“That I’m in love with you,” Spencer confesses hesitantly.

You lose your composure for only a couple of seconds. Spencer Reid, the smartest man you know, hero of the country, sweetest and most handsomest man out there is in love with you.

“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same, I just thought I should tell-”

You cut him off by pressing your lips against his. Your hands entangled in his hair and his arms still wrapped tightly around you.

“You honestly never noticed?” Spencer asks curiously as he pulls away from the kiss.

“I was always worried about me being obvious,” you laugh.

“You weren’t,” he chuckles.

“Well neither were you, Genius,” you retort teasingly. “Go get changed, we’re having a movie marathon.”

Spencer looks up at you, a loving smile displayed on his lips. He leans up and presses a kiss to your forehead before you get off his lap and he stands up.

As he’s heading towards the door to retreat to his apartment next door to pick up clothes, he hears his name being called.

“Spencer,” you call. He slowly turns around and you’re smiling. “I love you too.”


A/N

Sorry this one was a tad short!! AND sorry I’ve been gone for so long ;( school is quite annoying but hopefully I can make it up to you guys <33 much love to all my followers and readers, y'all keep me young and going !

| Massage | Older! Dipper Pines

*Trapezius - the broad, flat muscle space between your neck and shoulders.


“Y/N!”

You woke up groggily to the shrill call of your name. Groaning, you rose from the couch just in time for your boyfriend of six months to come bursting through the door.

He looked an absolute mess, streaks of what suspiciously looked like slime on his cheek, a splatter of mud on his shirt and his hair fluffed in all different directions.

“Lock the door!” He ordered, running upstairs. You had a brief second of confusion before doing what he asked, already used to the madness that came with dating Dipper Pines.

It was fortunate you moved when you did, for as soon as you locked the door something slammed into it from the other side.

You let out a sharp squeak, fully awake now, and braced the entrance, the force outside still battering it.

“Dipper!” You screamed. The lock jiggled and a splinter of wood broke from the hinge.

“Found it!” A muffled cry came from the second floor.

Before you could scream again he was racing back down the stairs, zipping by you so fast it was a blur as he opened the door, the wind slamming it behind him.

You stared at the painted wood as weird noises came from beyond, a bright blue light flashing and shining onto your skin from the window, weird whirring clinks assaulting your ears.

It was happening and then it was over, Dipper rushing back inside with new injuries, his fingertips bruised red and his arm scraped. His bright hazel eyes shone from the gunk on his face.

He grinned, chest heaving as he panted, the infamous journal peeking out of his vest. There was a tooth buried in his left arm and he lifted it with interest even as you paled.

“Hey, a souvenir.”

You blankly peered at him before sighing, heading towards the kitchen tiredly. “I’ll get the ice pack.”

The two of you had recently rented a cabin in Gravity Falls for the summer, the town from Dipper’s childhood that shaped who he had become. You wondered why he was so eager to come back, but soon discovered the reason merely a day after you arrived.

The town was nuts.

If you weren’t a believer in the supernatural before you sure were one now. Dipper had always been on the weird side, but you began to truly see just how far his quirks went. Apparently you’d fallen for some kind of experienced nerd in supernatural powers.

You snorted. Nerd indeed. No matter how cool he seemed when chasing after monsters he still blushed at a simple touch from you, and could recite the entire periodic table from memory in order of atomic mass and weight.

Not to mention when he tried -emphasis on tried - to get you into this “Dungeons, Dungeons, and more Dungeons” game.

God bless his soul.

“I’ll be back before dinner!” You heard his voice ring again one afternoon, watching his retreating legs down the stairs. You got to your feet and ran after him, grabbing his shirt.

“Nuh uh, mister,” You dragged him back, ignoring his confused yelp and shoes scuffing against the ground. “Not today. You’re staying home.”

“W-What?” He stuttered. “Why?”

You crossed your arms defiantly, ignoring his whine. “I don’t get to spend time with you anymore.” Wasn’t this trip supposed to be a get away time for the two of you?

He actually pouted, and it was the cutest thing you’d ever seen, but you held strong. “But Y/N-”

“But nothing. What’s more important? This or your girlfriend?”

His mouth opened then shut immediately as you finished. You quirked an eyebrow in expectance, watching him look at the ceiling.

“Well…”

“Dipper!” You said, appalled. He chuckled.

“I’m joking,” He rolled his eyes, walking past you into the bedroom. You watched as he collapsed in a starfish position onto the mattress.

“So?” He crooked a finger, beckoning you to come over with a cheeky smile. While the notion to cuddle was appealing, you saw the tenseness in that smile and the wince as he shifted his right side.

“No, I have something else planned,” You quipped shortly. He blinked.

You only smiled secretly and exited the room, coming back with a jar of lotion.

Dipper was totally perplexed, nervously watching you walk towards him with a purpose. “Uh…”

You put the lotion down and placed your hands on your hips. “Shirt off. Now.”

Dipper’s face exploded in heat, red blossoming on his cheeks and across his freckled nose. W-What?!”

You attempted to push down your own blush at his reaction. “Not like that idiot. But off. Now.”

Dipper gulped but acquiesced your request, turning around to give himself some sort of privacy before slipping his vest off.

It was your turn to swallow as you tried to look away but couldn’t help ogling your lover. This was no longer that odd thirteen year old kid you’d met on your first day of highschool, with an adventurous grit and hilarious cracking voice.

He had grown up.

Well, you mean, he was no Johnny Bravo in terms of huge brawn, but he had definitely gained the benefits of forever being out there chasing action. Pale skin had turned bronze, his thick curls of hair darkened, and as he tugged his shirt up and over his head, you spied lean, toned arms and a slightly muscled chest dotted with scars.

Well kill you now.

“Y/N?”

You were knocked out of your fantasy by his hesitant voice, and you turned your face nonchalantly, wiping under your nose in case of a nose bleed. Dipper sat back down on the bed, narrowing his eyes at you.

“Get comfortable,” You said, wiggling your fingers as you went to the side of the bed. “Just let the masseuse do her job.”

It finally clicked in his mind what you planned to do.

“Oh, no, Y/N I’m fine-”

“Shh, don’t fight it,” You interrupted, pushing him down on his stomach so that his face was smushed into the cotton sheets. A stifled complaint rang out but was silenced the moment you placed your palms on his back.

Your thumbs dug into his skin as you massaged the area, admiring the way he relaxed underneath your hands. You rubbed small circles down his spine and spread out on his lower back and sides. You made your way up to his neck, then proceeded to knead his trapezius on both sides.

A noise of pleasure came from him as he lifted his head to breathe, turning it and resting his cheek on the bed, his eyelashes fluttering.

“That feels good…”

You chuckled. “Well yeah. You have so many knots. I wonder how you even move.”

He opened his mouth to make a sharp retort but ended up letting out another embarrassing sound and he reddened.

You moved your hands to rub at his shoulders and the upper parts of his arms, retracing your steps till you were pressing your fingers into his collar bone. Dipper bit his lip, giving in and fully closing his eyes.

Humming a soothing tune, you worked at him until his skin was soft and smooth from the herb lotion you used, and he was utterly limp.

You had no idea how long you had massaged him for but it must have been a while.

At one point he let out a sound that sounded too close to a moan, and you decided that was the end of your little remedy station, removing your hands with a heat flushing up your neck.

“You alright?” You asked with a teasing tone. He only hummed in response, and you snickered. He looked like he was ready to hibernate till next year. Guess you had the magic touch.

You gave him a fond smile, patting his back before making to move away.

Only for a hand to grab your wrist.

You yelped in surprise as you were dragged down to the bed, and found yourself face to face with his chest. An arm slithered around your waist and tugged you impossibly closer.

“U-Uh, D-Dipper-?”

“Shh, don’t fight it,” He whispered, his voice a languid drawl in your ear. You harrumphed at your words being thrown back at you. “I never did get that cuddle.”

You scrunched up your nose but sighed, moving so that you were comfortable. “Fine.”

“Mm,” he hummed and pressed a tired kiss to your lips before burying his head in the crook of your neck. “Thank you, Y/N.”

His left hand interlocked his fingers with yours and you let out a hot breath, laying your head back and locking your eyes shut.

Maybe you deserved a nap after all of this as well.

“You’re welcome, Dip.”


[MasterList]

Player: Sidney Crosby – Pittsburgh Penguins. 

Prompt:

Mentions: Penguins WAGS

Warnings: Angst. Maybe a cuss word, I don’t remember. 

Preview: You think you had managed to get maybe 3 hours of sleep in the last two days. You needed a shower and the house was a wreck. You refused to admit that you were falling apart. You didn’t want to fail as a mother, but it’s all you felt like you were doing.

Characters: 1054 words.

 The masterlist is here.

Originally posted by austohmatthews

You were overwhelmed and you knew it. You had two month old twins and you were alone. Your mother had gone home and Sidney was on a long road trip. He had only been gone two days and you were already wanting to pull your hair out.

You think you had managed to get maybe 3 hours of sleep in the last two days. You needed a shower and the house was a wreck. You refused to admit that you were falling apart. You didn’t want to fail as a mother, but it’s all you felt like you were doing.

You tried your best to hold it together when Sid called. You put on your best happy go lucky voice whenever he checked in. You put off facetiming, you knew the moment he saw you he would worry.

It was so close to playoffs. It felt like the entire city of Pittsburgh was counting on your husband and there was none left for you.

You grasped the kitchen counter as Lucca cried for the fifth time within the hour. Your son having colic did not help the matters. Lucca’s crying then set off Lincoln. You took a deep breath and took the steps to the nursery. You placed Lincoln in the swing and sat in the glider with Lucca. You rocked the glider while pushing the swing gently with your foot.

After what seemed like forever, they both had fallen back asleep. You placed Lucca in his own swing as careful as you could.

You held your breath as you slowly backed out of the room. You were halfway down the hallway when your phone rang causing you to jump.

It was Sidney, requesting a facetime call. You knew you were screwed. If you answered you knew he would figure you out in seconds. But if you didn’t pick up, he would know something was up anyway.

You went into your bedroom and sat on the bed, quickly trying to throw yourself together pushing the green answer button.

“Hey Baby doll, how is my little family doing?” He answered with a smile.

“We are good Sid.” You put on your best smile. But you saw it in his face, he observed you and your features, and he knew.

“Are you sure everything is good?” Sid questioned sternly.

You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes.

“No..” you got out between the cracks in your voice.

“Baby what’s wrong? Talk to me” he pleaded you could see the worry and concern resting in his eyes and that made you want to cry harder. You felt like you were letting him down. Him and the twins.

“Everything is falling apart Sid. I can’t handle it, I’ve gotten like 3 hours of sleep, I think I had a granola bar yesterday maybe and Lucca won’t stop crying. I’m failing as a mother.” You said between sobs.

“Y/N. Baby. Calm down. Dammit I wish I was there. Where are the twins now?”

“In the nursey sleeping, for now.”

“Then lay down babe. Take a nap while you can. I am going to call later to make sure you are okay.”

You just nodded, you were too exhausted emotionally and physically to argue.

“I love you Y/N.”

“Love you too Sid.”

You hung up and laid down on the bed. You had fallen asleep as soon as your eyes closed.

You woke up refreshed. You enjoyed the moment for a second before reality set in. You hadn’t woken up to crying babies. You looked at your phone hours had passed. You were almost in tears as you ran to the nursery.

You almost passed out when you got there. The twins weren’t in their cribs. A sense of panic rushed through you. You were dialing 911 and running down the stairs when you glanced towards your kitchen. You did a double take as you hung up your phone.

There in your kitchen was Catherine and Anna. Catherine was rocking a sleep Lucca while Alex played with his feet. Meanwhile Anna was pacing and feeding Lincoln. You saw Nikita playing on a blanket on the floor.

Catherine finally noticed you standing dumbfounded on the stairs.

“Love you woke up! Dinner is almost ready.” She smiled

“When did you all get here? Wait Why? How did you get in?” you asked rubbing your face making sure this wasn’t some kind of dream.

“Sid & Geno called. Wanted us to make sure that the newest Pens Baby Mama had help. Honey all you had to do was call. We both struggled and we only had one baby.”

“I just felt so bad, Like I was failing or something.” You said with a sigh sitting down at the kitchen table.

“Babe, no one expects you to do it alone, it takes two to make a baby and takes a village to raise one, in this case a hockey team.” Catherine noted rubbing your back.

“Thank you so much, you guys don’t understand how much I appreciate this.”

“It’s no worries love but go shower, you kind of smell.” You both chuckle as you head upstairs to take a quick shower.

The rest of the road trip went the same way, the girls took turns coming over and lending help. You finally got into the swing of things. You were feeling much better by the time Sidney came home.

“How are all three of my babies?” He quipped as he walked into the house setting his bag down.

“We are good.” You smile placing a kiss to your husband while rocking Lucca.

Sidney walks over and grabs Lincoln from the swing, peppering kisses to her stomach as she giggles.

“Anything you want tonight, It’s all you baby doll” Sidney mentions as he cuddles his daughter.

“I want to sleep mostly.” You chuckle. “You are on night shifts, you got your break.”

“Well Geno kept me up most nights, said I needed practice.” He laughs

“I’m glad he kept you in check on the trip.” You laugh imagining Geno keeping your husband up.

You both put the babies down to sleep and you enjoyed the cuddles from your husband before he had to get up for his first shift.

“Ahhh got it!” Sherlock jumped up from his chair and walked around the room tapping his fingers together.

“About time.” You laughed walking out of the kitchen. He gave you a funny look and turned around.

“He’s a scientist. How else would he have access to all those chemicals and, AND know how to use them? Ohhh I got you!  To think you almost had me fooled. Ooo, I have to tell John.” The world’s only consulting detective, grabbed his coat and made his way out the door.

“Sherlock—halt!” You yelled before walking over to him.

“Why are you leaving so quickly and with no goodbye?” You placed a hand on your hip and raised an eyebrow whilst waiting for an answer.

“I’ve had a breakthrough; I need to go get John.” He responded as he bounced around, ready to run, in the spot in front of you.

“Mr. Holmes,” You flipped his collar up like he prefers it, “All I ask of you is; to give me a kiss every time you leave, so I can have you with me in some sort of way in case something were to happen to you.” You ran your hands down his coat then let them fall to your side.

“I’m sorry.” He bent down to reach your lips then gave you a smile when he pulled away.

“Thank you– now go, the world needs saving Sherlock.” He spun around on his heel and began down the stairs. “Oh and Mycroft wants you to call him!”

“Tell him I’m busy!” He yelled from the bottom of the stairs. You let out a laugh and headed straight to your phone. With Sherlock’s newest break through, you knew he wouldn’t be home until later. You and Mary had gotten very close, so surely a girls night was in plan.

“Sure, I’ll be right over! Ooo, do you have my favorite biscuits?”

“Always.“ You answered laughing.

"Give me ten minutes.” Hanging up you noticed how you were suddenly craving tea, so you put the kettle on. As the water heated you cleaned up then waited for Mary to show up.

****

“Hello!” You heard a voice call from the front room. Walking out of the one you were in, you were met by Mary’s smile.

“Come in, come in! Have a seat. Would you like a cuppa?” You took her coat and bag and placed them on the rack.

“Yes, please. It’s colder than usual today. And to think our men will be running around London in this weather.” She said laughing.

“Ohh, I’m sure they can handle it.” You replied also laughing. You went to get her some tea with biscuits and were humming while doing so. You were thrown off when you turned around and saw Mary giving you a big smile.

“What? Do I have something on me?” You asked.

“No.” She answered shaking her head with a smile.

“Then what is it?”

“You’re glowing.” She smiled.

“Oh, we’ll thank you.” You laughed.

“No Y/N, you’re glowing.” She stuck her head out and looked at you.

“I’m not pregnant.” You denied her accusations.

“Y/N, I know a mother when I see one.” Mary smiled at you while you thought about everything that has seemed out of ordinary.  

“Oh my god.” You sat down looking around the room. “How do I tell Sherlock?”

*****
After Mary went home, you took a pregnancy test just to be sure and it was positive.

“This is for real.” You told yourself quietly.  Just a few minutes later Sherlock walked in so you went out to meet him.

“Hey.” You leaned on the door frame giving him a smile. “Did you solve the case?”

“Yes, as usual.” He smirked. He put his belongings down and looked at you again. Instantly he knew you were hiding something.

“Did something happen today?” He asked coming closer to you. You placed your hands on his face and gave him a kiss.

“Let’s sit down.” You followed right behind him and sat in the chair John would normally be in.

“So I’m just going to say it.”

“Mhmm.” His eyebrow lifted as curiosity set in.

“I’m pregnant…” You let out a deep breath. Sherlock didn’t move. He didn’t blink. For all you knew he wasn’t breathing. You sat there uncomfortable for the second time since meeting Sherlock. The first being when he told you your entire life story with just the way you smiled.

“Sherlock?” You put your head down to look in his eyes. “Are you alright? Do you want me to give you some space?”

“No.” He answered, shaking his head slowly.

“Ok, well I’m going to make some tea.” You got up and went to the kitchen. While you waited for the water, Sherlock came over and gave you a hug from behind.

“Oh– are you back, Mr. Sherlock Holmes?” You laughed turning around with his arms still around you.

“Think of all the cases he’ll be able to help me solve!” The detective looked around in thought, then to you.

“He’ll? You think it’s a boy?” You smirked.

“Well my mom did have two of them, it’s reasonable.”

“Oh lord, if he’s anything like you–”

“He’d be incredibly handsome, smart and love science.” Sherlock finished your sentence for you.

“Look out London.” You smiled giving out a slight laugh.

“There’s a new detective in town.” Sherlock grinned before bending down to kiss you.

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Anon: “(Sorry if this is worded oddly, this is my first time doing this, love your blog btw! Really creative!) Imagine finding out your pregnant with the Joker’s kid and you are terrified to tell him since he’s your boss.”


A/n: I kinda got carried away with this one! Also, I won’t be doing another part to this imagine. :\ 4870+ Words!


Warning: Swear Words, Little Smut.


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This imagine brought to you for Supporting Character Saturday! A new thing I’m going to try so we see more of all the amazing characters that make the show so wonderful. I know I could always use more Kevin and Charlie, and I’m sure the rest of you could too!

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You knocked on the door and peered in through the window. The interior of the house looked the same as usual–papers and books piled everywhere, dirty mugs sitting on just about every surface that was big enough to hold one, including the windowsill.

Chuck’s anxious face appeared as he yanked the door open hard. “Help,” he said. He looked harried and you felt your jaw drop open slightly and your eyes widen.

“Okay! It’s okay! I’m here! What exactly is going on?” you stepped farther into the house and before you could ask another question Chuck grabbed you into a tight hug, pinning your arms down by your side. You felt your face flush a little and you laughed. He was hugging you so tight you couldn’t get your diaphragm to expand enough to supply your suddenly rushing heart with enough oxygen. “Chuck–can’t–breathe–” you squeezed out. 

He immediately withdrew with a shocked expression. “Oh! Sorry! I’m sorry!” he rushed. “Are you alright?”

You laughed at him again. “Yes! I’m fine. Now tell me what exactly is going on?”

He turned and started to lead you further into his house until you emerged in the living room. There on a blanket in the middle of the floor was a baby, staring up at the ceiling fan and kicking its legs.

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Puberty Hits!

Summary: When Y/N is out of town on a hunt Sam finds himself in a terrible situation. His daughter MJ has started her period, and he’s stuck having to give her the talk himself.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader, Charlie Bradbury (mentioned), MJ (OFC)

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Warnings: mentions of blood, talking about periods, awkward moments, the talk, awkward daddy Sam, self doubt, fluff

Word Count: 2,227

Request: AHHHH! Okay! I think it would be HILARIOUS to see (or read. Duh.) Dad!Sam (and maybe a smart add comment from good ‘ok Uncle Dean) having to explain to his daughter what a period is! *laughing* imagine how blushy he’d get while doing that. OH MAN. Okay? OKAY! 😁 - @coralturtlenut

A/N: Thanks to @impala-dreamer for beta reading this for me! This was a fun request for me to write. I enjoy reading Daddy!Sam and I really enjoyed writing him as well. I hope y’all enjoy this, feedback is always welcomed!

Originally posted by themegalosaurus

“So would it be cheesy to ask you what you’re wearing?” I grin, staring the ceiling in my room that Y/N and I share. She giggles into to phone and I know right away that she’s blushing.

“No it wouldn’t, but honestly I’m beast, Sam.” She yawns into the receiver and I hear Charlie yelling at her to turn the light off. “Plus, you know the whole sharing a room with Charlie thing is not to our advantage.”


I sigh, putting my arms above my head, “Fine, but trust me tomorrow when you get back you’re all mine.” She laughs again, it’s soft and timid, making my heart swell knowing I have this kind of effect on her. “Get some rest, I’m glad you two got through that hunt safe.”  The two of them decided it would be a good idea to get out of the bunker for a weekend. Unlike your typical girl trips, they went on salt and burn case a few states over. I’m just glad they’re both coming home at last.

“Goodnight Sam. I love you, tell MJ I said goodnight as well.”

“Will do sweetie, good night Y/N, I love you.”

We said our goodbyes before hanging up our phones. Glancing at my alarm clock, I was debating on whether to go tell MJ her mom said goodnight. MJ is our beautiful eleven year old daughter. She was extremely smart and beautiful, she was the light of our lives. Sitting up, I ran a hand through my hair before completely getting out of bed.

Heading out of my room, I headed towards the library finding Dean sitting in front of a laptop. He glanced up at me, holding a beer bottle towards me, “How’s Y/N/N and Charlie?” He took a sip of his own beer, shutting the laptop. “Were they able to handle that salt and burn case by themselves?”

“Yeah,” I took a sip of my beer, holding the bottle between my hands, smiling at him. “They’re not newbies anymore Dean. They can pretty much handle themselves at this point.”

“Well I’m going to worry about them all the time if I’m not around with them.”

“You know man, you had every opportunity to go with them.” I cupped some of my hair behind my ear, watching my older brother. “It might come as a shocker to you but I can take care of MJ myself. Y/N and I raised her ourselves, I’m pretty sure I can handle my pre-teen daughter.” As Dean and I sat in the kitchen talking amongst ourselves, a blood curdling scream echoed through the bunker. The two of us bolted up running towards MJ’s room, guns in hand. “MJ SWEETIE!?” I screamed, opening her door, aiming inside of her room expecting there to be some kind of monster. Instead I found my beautiful daughter sitting up in bed staring at her hands.

Her Y/E/C eyes were wide as she flickered between both hands before looking up at us. “You need to take me to the hospital!” She shouted, tears welling in her eyes as she lifted the sheets off her body, looking under them. “Oh God Daddy, you need to call an ambulance!” She pushed the sheets off her body, looking down at herself.

My beautiful and sweet little girl was sitting on blood stained sheets. Looking at her white and black striped pajama pants I came to the sick realization about what was going on. My baby started her period in the middle of the night, she was no longer my baby, oh God she was a woman now. Dropping my gun, I put it back in the back of my jeans walking towards MJ. She was crying hard, looking up at me for some kind of reason as to why she was bleeding everywhere. And there was no way in hell I was prepared for this. Give me a werewolf or a vampire, but telling my daughter about her period was a whole new world for me.

“Daddy,” she cried, shaking as I gently grabbed her arm helping her out of bed, “why am I bleeding, why are you so calm right now!? Call mama I need to go to the hospital daddy!”

“MJ, you don’t need to go to the hospital.” I used a calm and soothing voice as I lead her to the restroom. “You uh,” I cleared my throat, looking back towards Dean who was currently smirking. “You just started your period is all.”

“Period?” she nearly screeched, her voice breaking as I turned on the shower for her. “What the hell is a period!?”

I’m not going to lie, I have no idea where to begin with this whole situation. I always thought Y/N would be around here to tell her about all this. I was no expert on this whole scenario, oh Jesus, I was going to have to give my daughter “The Talk”.

Shaking my head I turned back to her, giving her a reassuring smile as I tested the temperature of the water for her.  “Let’s start off with getting you all cleaned up, then I’ll tell you all about it okay?” She seemed hesitant, as if she didn’t believe me one hundred percent about what was going on. “I can assure you baby girl, you’re going to be just fine. You’ll feel a lot better after a shower okay?” She puckered her lips just like her mother would as she nodded her head. “I’m going to grab you some clean clothes okay?”

I ran to mine and Y/N’s room, reaching under the sink finding one of her pads. This was going to have to do until Y/N or myself could get her to the store and find some feminine products that suited her best. Until her mother got home, she was going to have to put up with my lack of knowledge on discussing this topic, especially when it came to my very own daughter. I was going to do my best however, and try not to make this experience totally scarring. I placed her clothes on the counter before heading back to her room. I quickly stripped her sheets off and ran them to the laundry room, before heading back and putting new sheets on. As I finished straightening out the sheets, MJ poked her head in the room. She held up the pad, her pale cheeks flushed as she looked away.

“Uh what am I supposed to do with this?”

“Well,” I cleared my throat, “you open it up, and peel it off.” I headed towards her, opening the pad in demonstration. “This smaller end here,” I pointed towards the area, my daughter’s eyes focused on the pad, “this end goes on the front end of your panties, while the bigger end, uhm goes towards the back.” God I was terrible at this, the one time Y/N leaves me alone with our daughter, is the one time she needed her mother here more than ever. “Then you fold these tabs under to secure the pad on your…uhm underwear.”  

She nodded as I handed it back to her, seeming to understand the concept of the pad. That part went pretty well, now all I needed to get through was telling her what the hell is happening. And this was going to be a hell of a lot harder than explaining pads to her. So I did what any father would do, I panicked. I was pacing the room, taking deep and slow breaths waiting for her to come back. This was going to be awkward as hell for the both of us.

“Daddy?” she asked, stepping back into the room, “N-now that I’m all clean, can you please tell me what is going on?”

“Yeah,” I lead her to the bed, sitting her down on the side while I sat in a chair in front of her. “I’m just going to start off saying…this is uhm a little different for me.” I ran a hand through my hair, pushing it back as she watched me. “This would typically be your mom’s department, but she’s not here and you’re stuck with me. We’re in this together okay?”

“Okay.”

As much as it hurt me I had to give her the talk, but I was going to be cool and collected about this. “Well you see, when a man and a woman love each other very much, they get married and decide to make a baby.” I heard a snort come from behind me, and I turned around glaring at Dean who was propped up against the wall. Seeing my face, he quickly held his hands up, before walking out of the room. “Where were we?” I sighed, looking back at her staring at me.

“We were talking about babies.”

“Right,” I swallowed hard as her innocent eyes watched me, “a man and a woman make a baby by having sex together. Now you see a man has uh…a uhm penis.” I nearly choked on the word as I looked away from her. “And a woman had a uh-uhm…” Come on Sam spit it out already!

“A vagina.” She finished for me, giving me a soft and reassuring smile, as if she knew I was struggling with it. “That’s what mama told me.”

Thank Chuck Y/N went over some of this information with her, “Exactly, a man has a penis and a woman has a vagina. So a man produces this seed which is called sperm. While a woman produces an egg every month.” She nodded her head, soft waves of brown hair flailing around her. “S-So when a couple has sex, the uh man puts his penis inside of the woman’s vagina, and he keeps going until his seed comes out.” She puckered her pink lips, tilting her head slightly as I continued to speak. “The sperm, them swims up into the woman in search of her egg which is located inside of her. Now if the sperm reaches the egg it can become a baby, so it’s important to always use a condom. They help protect against sexually transmitted diseases and pregnancy.” I felt like an idiot, and I felt even worse for my poor little MJ. “Now if the egg isn’t fertilized your body gets rid of that unfertilized egg. It does that by shedding the inner walls of your uterus. It lasts for five to seven days every month.”

“Every month?” Her eyes began to well with tears and I immediately started to regret everything I had said. “T-that’s not fair!”  

“Now sweetie, it’s perfectly nor-”

Before I could say anything else she was crying hard into her hands. My heart breaking as I watched tears stream down her cheeks. How did I know it was going to end up like this? I knew I was going to screw this whole thing up. I made this simple and educational situation into a living and scarring nightmare for my child.

As I gently patted her knee I heard footsteps from behind me. Glancing up I saw Dean slowly kneeling in front of MJ, his eyes soft and kind as he rubbed her arm. “Hey sweetheart,” MJ sniffled, her tears still coming down her cheeks as she watched him. “You know being a grown up isn’t so bad.” He pulled a Hershey candybar out of his back pocket, holding it out towards her. “You can eat all the chocolate you want during what I like to call Shark Week.” She hesitantly looked at the candybar before Dean held it closer towards her. “That makes it a little more bearable doesn’t it?”

I watched in awe as she took the candybar, nodding her head slightly. The tears had suddenly stopped as she opened the the chocolate, munching down on it. I looked between her and Dean, my jaw dropping as he smiled widely at her. He was the pre-teen whisperer, he needs to show me how to do that.

“How about you, me, and your dad curl up in bed and watch a chick flick?” MJ nodded, wiping her eyes as both Dean and I stood up. “Alright you pick the movie, we’ll get the heating blanket and snacks.” He patted my back as he lead us out of the room.

“How the hell did you do that?” I asked as we walked into the kitchen. He grabbed chips, candy, a few beers, and a soda for MJ. “You were awesome in there man.”

He turned around, smirking as I shook my head back and forth. “She’s a mini you, a much more girly version of you.” He headed back out of the kitchen, smiling at me as he turned down the hall. “Besides Sammy, she just needed a little something to make her feel a bit better. I just gave her a candy bar, you’re the one who deserves Daddy of The Year.”


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Send me drabble requests for Crowley Weekend!

Request: let’s get ready to rumble with crowley weekend!! i can so see him being UNBEARABLY flirtatious with the reader in front of sam and dean on a group hunt, just to see her reaction and bc he KNOWS it’ll irk dean to no end

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, flirting

Word Count: 802

Originally posted by weallneedcastiel

“As always, so smart, love.”

“Thanks?” You replied slowly as you glanced up from your laptop, confused at Crowley’s recent behavior. He had been complimenting you nonstop today while on a hunt with Sam and Dean.

Dean narrowed his eyes a degree, fingers rapping against the tabletop in a nearly agitated manner.

“Let’s pay Mr. Johnston a visit,” you told the group, having finally figured out who the rogue hellhound was off to kill next. You stood from the desk in the motel room and made your way to your bed to grab your backpack, not even making it two steps before Crowley appeared in front of you, your backpack in his grip.

“Need this?” He asked, a warm smile adorning his lips as he offered it to you.

“Thank you,” you murmured, something close to a blush burning at your cheeks as you took it and slipped the straps over your shoulders. You knew Crowley was snarky and sassy at times just for the hell of it, but having his kindness and attention directed at you with such intensity made you uncontrollably feel bashful, especially in front of the Winchesters. You flashed him a shy smile before moving past the brothers to head out to the Impala.

Crowley went to follow, but Dean shoved his hand out, stopping Crowley dead in his tracks.

“What are you doing?” Dean asked, voice gruff, bordering on a growl as he stared Crowley down.

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RFA: MC Passing out

helloooo can i request headcanons for how rfa members would react to mc passing out from exhaustion after the party?? thank u! i love your writing! C:

Yoosung

- You were cleaning up after the party when the world began to spin

- You tried to get to a couch, but you ended up blacking out on the floor

- When Yoosung came into the room, he fREAKED OUT

- He rushed to your side, and carefully shook you, trying to wake you up

- Doesn’t know what to do? Like were you attacked?

- Just sits by your side, almost crying, until someone less emotional comes into the room

Zen

- You were just sitting by Zen after the party, just chatting about how it went

- When your vision started to blur….. and then darkness…. 

- You slumped onto Zen’s shoulder, and he thought you were just leaning on him 

- But when your head lolled off his shoulder and nearly fell off the couch, he realized

- He lay you down on the couch, and put his jacket over you

- Could not focus on closing the party until you woke up

Jaehee

- With Jaehee, you wouldn’t get to pass out 

- When you began rubbing your eyes furiously, Jaehee knew what was wrong already

- After all, she was no stranger to all-nighters

- She made you lay down on a couch nearby, gave you some water, and forced you to rest for an hour or so 

- When all the donations were organized, Jaehee took you to her house and gave you a cup of tea  

Jumin

- The two of you were just saying goodbye to the few remaining guests when you felt your knees grow weak

- Jumin barely caught you before you reached the ground, and he quickly dismissed the guests

- He lifted you up, bridal-style, and took you to the car he came in

- Not waiting for Driver Kim, Jumin drove you to his office and took you to the infirmary 

- He was going to take you to a hospital, but the office was much closer

- Totally paranoid, forces you to stay in bed for two days

Seven

- When you just slumped over against the wall, he thought you were pranking him

- But when you slid down to the floor, nearly hitting your head on a potted plant, Seven rushed over

- He did his best to drag you to a sofa nearby, and wetted your forehead with a towel 

- Kept holding your hand and replaced your towel often, constantly watching over you

- He makes you eat healthily, and demands that he needs to follow you everywhere (just in case you faint ofc)

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Drack has the ‘dad talk’ with Liam

inspired by this post | or read it on AO3 | Ryder’s gender is unspecified


“So, kid… You and Ryder, huh?


An innocent enough question, if it hadn’t been Drack asking. The ancient krogan stood leaning against the Nomad. A krogan who could very easily break every bone in his body, Liam reminded himself. Liam shifted his weight from one leg to the other, trying to get his brain working. He’d just woken up from a nap on his couch with a burning throat. All he wanted was a glass of nice, cool water.

Drack seemed to have taken a particular interest in Ryder, whom he referred to as ‘very trustworthy and pretty capable on the battlefield, for a squishy human’, and was looking at him with something of a glint in his eye, appearing casual but determined. Liam nervously rubbed his forehead. He wasn’t ready for this conversation. But the combination of being half asleep, a burning desire to get that drink, and just being Liam, made him decide to just address the unspoken question instead of playing along.


“You gonna ask me about my intentions, old man?”

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Restored

TITLE:  Restored (Rise For Your King Part 8)
PAIRING: Reader/AU King!Castiel
SUMMARY:  The reader was betrothed to the prince but when a neighboring king decides to dole out justice to your future father in low, he destroys the royal family, leaving you with the two youngest princesses. The mage king takes an immediate liking to you, letting you live. What will you do with this opportunity?
WORDS: 3,771
WARNINGS: Smut, language

Part 7 || Part 9 || Masterpost

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