Kara has idle daydreams about when she’ll hear from Cat. She envisions personalized stationery all the way from the Orient Express, or a knowing postcard from Paris. In darker hours, those 3am-can’t-sleep-for-missing-her hours, Kara worries the first communication she’ll have from Cat is a scream, or a stutter in her heartbeat.
Instead, it’s a messengered note written on a napkin from a Bulletproof Coffee store. Cat couldn’t find the time to open her email, or the money to buy actual writing paper, but she took the time to scribble an address and FedEx the damn thing to Kara’s office at CatCo. So almost exactly the level of drama Kara has been pining for these past few months. It isn’t even signed, relying on Kara to recognise that impatient handwriting with its tight loops and jagged lines.
Since there’s no detail, Kara doesn’t waste time or money on the façade of looking up the nearest airport and booking commercial flights. She looks, just in case, but the number of changes suggest Cat is truly in the middle of nowhere, USA. If there’s a spa resort there, it’s so exclusive that the internet doesn’t contain so much as a whisper of its existence.
Tony runs into a 14-year-old girl outside of a coffee shop and spills his coffee. When she freaks out and tries to run away, he stops her and asks her if she’s okay and notices that she looks very familiar. He takes her back to the tower to get cleaned up and Natasha points out that she looks just like him. So, Tony tests her DNA and finds out she’s his.
Requested by: Anon
Pairing: Tony x Daughter!Reader
Characters: Fem!Reader, Tony Stark, Harold “Happy” Hogan, Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner, Wanda Maximoff, Vision, Clint Barton, Sam Wilson. Peter Parker, Thor Odinson, James “Rhodey” Rhodes (Mentioned)
It was Tuesday, but not just any Tuesday, it was the Tuesday that you realized just how late your period was, six weeks to be exact. You didn’t think much of it because you were always keeping yourself busy between your marriage with Mark, your work, and hobbies, plus periods weren’t something you were excited for anyway. Since you had been trying to get pregnant for the past year with no avail, it was around that time where you both accepted that you’ll just take a break; that was until this Tuesday where you couldn’t help but wonder just exactly why you were late.
You paced back and forth in the bathroom, waiting for three pregnancy tests to reveal your destined fate; preparing yourself for the usual disappointment of a single line.
When the timer beeped on your phone and you slowly walked over to view the results, your mouth dropped. All three of them showed the positive sign that you were indeed, pregnant.
You had to tell Mark, you called him, and by having your distinct ringtone as “Never Ever”, he knew to pick up instantly.
“What’s up babygirl?” he cooed into the phone.
“That’s what’s up,” you smiled, still staring at the unbelievable test results in your free hand.
“What do you mean?”
“Babygirl—or baby boy, inside of me, Mark, we did it.”
“What the he—wait,” it finally registered what you meant and excitement exploded through the phone, “You’re pregnant Y/n?! Really?! We’re gonna have a baby?!”
You both would start screaming on the phone with each other in pure excitement. On the other end of the phone he would be jumping up and down with the other members, them being just as excited as he was, being that each of them were going to be the best uncles ever.
** You’re obviously Mark in the gif **
Okay so, you guys would have a code word for when it was baby making time. Since you both were so serious about it, you would schedule the best times around when you were ovulating or just off your period and he had free time. The code phrase was that it was time to make some coffee. And let me tell you, you guys would be making loads of coffee…
In the studio. In the car. On the couch. In the shower. In bed. In Mark’s bed. In the fitting room closet.
But regardless of how many times you made coffee, and how good it was, you guys still couldn’t get you pregnant. This had been going on for five months, and even though the coffee was great, you still didn’t feel satisfied knowing that you weren’t extending your family yet.
You were about to suggest that you both took a break from trying to schedule sex. Knowing that if you kept it up, it would become more of an annoying task and the passion would be gone.
The afternoon that he had suggested making some coffee, you had a doctor’s appointment. Just a regular check up and some blood work done; no big deal. That was until your physician had some news for you.
“Mrs. Y/n, did you know that you’re pregnant?”
You choked on air, staring at your doctor as if she’d lost her head.
“E-Excuse me, I’m what?”
“Pregnant. Four weeks to be exact, congratulations. I can get you started on some prenatal vitamins,” she would say as you begin to shout with excitement.
After leaving the doctor, you would tell Jaebum to meet you at a coffee place. Once you both meet up there, he would see you already ordered for him. Giving you a kiss on the cheek before sitting down beside you, smirking to himself, thinking that you both were about to try some form of public coffee making next.
“What’s the plan jagi? Did your appointment go well?” he would say before taking a small sip of his coffee, not noticing the message on his coffee cup at first.
“It went very well,” you gestured toward his cup, “gosh, I can’t believe they actually spelled your name right on your cup.”
That’s when he would finally notice the message you’d written in plain black marker:
“To future daddy, a coffee bean is brewing, coming soon. xo.”
The amount of exhilaration that hit this man was insane and it wasn’t because of the coffee. He would instantly go down on his knees and press his hands gently to your stomach, non stop grinning.
“I’m so proud of you jagi and I’m so excited to meet you little one.”
He would have prepared you dinner, being the cute and caring hubby that he was. Your plans for the night was to eat dinner and watch a movie together before bed. You would walk into the kitchen and wrap your arms around his waist as he stood, stirring chicken in the pan.
It took you a moment to realize how strong and concoctive the scents of dinner preparation was until they became nauseating. Not because he was a bad cook, you loved his cooking, it was just so strong and overwhelming that you found yourself running back into your shared master bathroom to throw up.
After placing the towel down from over his shoulder, and dimming down the fire on the stove, he would come in after you, worried and rubbing your back gently.
“If you’re feeling ill jagi, I can make you some soup and just take care of you while you rest,” he would assure you, kissing your head while you kneeled over the toilet. It was strange. For the past week you noticed that your sense of smell was becoming more and more sensitive and just how exhausted you’d been feeling. You squinted your eyes in the process of thinking before a lightbulb had appeared.
“Puppy, can you get out for a moment? I have to use the bathroom,” you tried to keep calm, realizing that your curiosity could be met with utter disappointment. Jackson nodded, standing to give you the space you needed.
“I’ll be in the kitchen starting on your soup, kitten. Just call me if you need me,” he would say while leaving the small space and closing the door behind him.
Instantly, you would rummage underneath the sink, pulling out one of your stashed pregnancy tests.
After taking the test and acknowledging that you were indeed pregnant; the smile on your face was vivid.
“Jagiya! Do you think you’re well enough to eat? I can bring you dinner in bed if that’s what you want,” he would call out to you.
You stepped out of the bathroom and called back out toward him, holding up the positive pregnancy test.
“Well since I’ll be eating for two, I think it’s best that I eat dinner.”
“What are you talking about jagi? You’re getting a whole meal, I have to eat too!”
“I know that, but you should be making dinner for three considering I’m eating for two.” It would take him a moment to register what you meant, feeling as if he’d just gone over this with you before reality of the situation hit him. He would spin around, running back into the room to see you holding up a pregnancy test, a small, but still there bump on your belly.
“WE’RE HAVING A WANG PUPPY?!” he would start jumping up and down in sheer and pure excitement.
Side note: he would literally prepare a tiny plate, wanting you to authentically feed the bundle of baby inside of you.
You had honestly found out last week that you were expecting and three weeks along, but you wanted a creative way to tell Jinyoung that he was going to be a father. You thought of all types of things until you finally came up with the perfect way to tell him but you needed JYP’s help.
You gathered yourself at the studio, conversing with JYP that you were expecting with his name twin, and you wanted him to call him in, explaining that he would be getting a promotion and to invite all the boys to his promotion reveal the next night. He was confused as to why he was the only member in the group to be retrieving something like this, but overall was very excited regardless.
He would’ve came home telling you just how excited he was, yet worrisome about what the promotion could be and what it meant for got7. You could express how proud you were of him, keeping your surprise and big reveal from him with the best poker face on.
The time came where he and the boys would head over to the studio. You would be standing in another room, waiting for the signal to come in. JYP would meet them first, making a small speech about how proud he was of Jinyoung and that he was getting everything he deserved before handing him his “promoting” papers.
Reading over the paperwork, it read that he was being promoted from just a husband to a father as well. He would break out into happy tears, and the cue word “congratulations” would allow for you to enter the room with a big smile on your face.
He would immediately come to you, holding you in his arms before dropping down to his knees and giving your tiny bump a kiss.
“Daddy is so happy for this next step in his career as a father.”
Sidenote: Jackson would be screaming in the background, begging for Mark to have their child already. Youngjae would argue that Mark was being a slut, Coco already being their child, WHICH BRINGS US TO—
You found out that morning that you were pregnant while he was out taking Coco for a short walk. The amount of enthusiasm that pulsed through you was nearly overwhelming. Your nausea and bloating made so much sense now that you knew you were expecting.
You couldn’t wait and you wanted to tell Youngjae instantly that you both were finally getting to extend your family of three, to a family of four, after casually trying for the past seven months.
“Jagiya~ Coco and I have returned.”
“Sunshine! Guess what!” you cooed, coming to wrap your arms around his neck. He smiled at your affections and pulled you into his embrace while peppering your face with sweet small kisses.
“Yes jagi?” he would mumble between kisses.
“Coco is getting a brother or sister,” you whispered in the most loving tone that you could, grinning while your cheeks flushed, being able to say it out loud.
“We’re getting another puppy?! How? Where? Wait, why? Coco is the only goddess dog we—”
“It’s not a puppy sunshine,” you would chuckle at his inquiries, staring into his eyes, “it’s a baby. We’re having a baby Youngjae.”
His eyes would go wide as he looked up and down from your face to your tummy.
“A human BEAN?!”
He would then run around the house with Coco running after him, screaming and smiling about how excited he was, contacting all the other members and telling them the great news. That Coco was getting a sibling!
BamBam had noticed that you’d been having a lot of mood swings lately. You would be happy then all of a sudden you would start to cry. He didn’t understand what was going on with you and would tell you to dab on them tears.
Of course he was very much aware that the both of you had been trying to have a child, so every time you would see a baby while strolling in the park together or shopping for groceries, you would cry and send BamBam pictures of babies and express how much you really wanted to have one of your own.
You would’ve never connected that you had been pregnant for the past month until your mother had told you that you seemed to be experiencing symptoms of early pregnancy.
BamBam wouldn’t know just yet that you were pregnant until you sent him a text one day, more pictures of babies. He would be used to it by now and explain that one day you both would be having one of your own and when that day came he would be the happiest man alive.
The next picture you sent him was a picture of the positive pregnancy test you had taken earlier that day, next to a crappy drawing of a “Happiest Man Alive” certificate.
He would immediately ask you where you were, rushing to you and scooping you up in a huge hug while he kissed you over and over.
“This baby will come out dabbing, I’m already proud of them,” he would murmur toward your stomach, receiving a playful eye roll from you.
The way you would tell Yugyeom was going to be through something he loved. Dance. You weren’t going to be dancing but whenever this bundle of joy was born, they would be dancing right beside their daddy so you decided the number one thing a dancer needs are a good pair of shoes.
He was in the middle of practicing his freestyle when you came to the studio. He blew you a sweet kiss before continuing to focus on his kinetic art so he wouldn’t notice you slip into his duffle bag a tiny pair of shoes with the written note, “Dancing into daddy’s footsteps, coming soon.~”
Honestly, it would be BamBam to notice the small laces popping out of the bag.
“Yo man, whose shoes are these? They’re so cute,” he would pull them out of Yugyeom’s bag, reading the note before jumping up and down enthused about being an uncle. Yugyeom, perplexed, would stop his music and turn to look at his close hyung.
“What are you talking abou—” he would look at the tiny shoes and the note you left behind and a smile would break out on his face as he began jumping up and down with Bambam.
“I’m going to be a father! Y/n’s having a baby!”
He would call you right after he was done celebrating, telling you that he would be home right away and to kiss your little bun for him while you waited for him to come home.
“I’m so excited babygirl. You’re going to be such a wonderful mommy.”
Music pounds in your ears as you sprint around the track, furiously swinging your arms. Legs straining, you round the turn, approaching the invisible spot on the track you’d marked as your starting place. The smooth sounds of James Blake carry through the headphones you wear, so incongruous with the frantic motion of your body as you run.
Request from anon:Can I request a Bucky x reader? She’s a civilian but they’ve been dating for months. Some hydra agents have been watching her and try to kidnap her when she was home alone. She manages to run away and hide inside a store calling Bucky to get her. After he picks her up he has her move in with him at the tower where she’ll be safe. Tony has a soft spot for her so he gives her an all access key and welcomes her to the family.
Note: All Russian was done through Google translate so I apologise to anyone who understands it and it doesn’t actually mean what it should do!
Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Violence, intimidating behaviour, threat to life and a swear word.
Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their creators <3
Sometimes you wished you could stay
frozen in this moment of time forever…your boyfriend’s arms wrapped
protectively around you as he slept peacefully next to you and your eyes gazing
upon his perfect face. Every morning for the past few months now you had been
greeted with this sight and it never grew old. Not only was he ridiculously
handsome but he was part of the Avengers too! Yes you, an ordinary civilian,
was dating an individual that helped to save the world on pretty much a daily
basis……it was like your life had suddenly turned into a script from a movie and
even now as you felt his presence and you looked upon him you still couldn’t
wrap your head around it all.
“Are you watching me sleep again
A tired smile tugged at the corner of
his lips as he slowly, and a little reluctantly, opened both of his eyes. He
knew you did it every morning but until now he had never mentioned it. It
amused him that rather than getting up and starting your day you would just lay
there and watch him instead. He couldn’t see any fascination with him sleeping
but if it kept you happy then he would live with it.
So I was inspired to write this after watching the Voice in which Celine Dion was coaching some singers to perform her version of Drove All Night that’s been redone like a thousand times.
Waverly and Nicole are in a long distance relationship, but Nicole feels like surprising Waverly. If the title didn’t tell you exactly what happened… the below gif has nothing to do with the fic, I just think I’ll use it as often as possible
“Wynonna….” Waverly whined in frustration. “I have to go.” Looking at her wristwatch, she could feel each second that bled away with her sister’s asinine…
“But… you’re the only one that pours my shots the way I like them.” Wynonna gave her a pleading look until she received the snap of a towel to the back of her head. “Hey!”
“Leave your sister alone, Wynonna.” Gus slipped behind the bar, grabbing a few empty pint glasses. “She’s got a date.”
“It’s not a date.” Waverly protested, unable to hide her smile as she untied her apron. “It’s just a call.”
“A pre-scheduled call that happens every Friday.” Gus pointed out as she filled a glass with beer.
Do you have any fluffy headcannons about how the members of Goat and Kaneki would treat Touka if she's pregnant? XD
OH MY GOD
i need to start with Naki. Imagine Naki being super overprotective of Touka with the silliest things, at first it looks cute but then Touka gets easily irritated because it’s… way too much. If she’s going to take a seat somewhere, he’s like “oohhh!! let me help you manager!!” grabbing her by the arm and helping her sit even if she doesn’t need help. If she tries to make some coffee he’s like “let me do it manager you are pregnant you need to rest,” and she’s like… no, you’re gonna break the cups/machine and he’s pushing her towards the couch “don’t worry manager, i got this” …. 3 min later he breaks almost every mug. Poor Naki just wants to be useful and help the king’s waifu but he’s always messing it up and one day Touka screams at him to leave her alone for once and Naki can’t help but run away and cry. Touka feels super bad after that.
Hinami is super sweet all the time, she usually reads books for the baby and she’s always hugging her tummy.
Ayato’s face turns into a huge red tomato when Touka invites him to feel the baby with his hand for the first time, at first he’s putting excuses but she grabs his hand and places it on her tummy and he’s literally about to cry
the aogiri kids are super excited for the baby and they’re always placing their little ears on Touka’s belly and whenever they see her they suggest new names for the baby.
the garden kids are also very protective of Touka just like Naki, they’re always following her around and creating some type of shield around her body to keep her safe, lol.
Touka loooooves to use Nishiki as a slave with the excuse of “i’m pregnant, i can’t move, my back hurts, i feel dizzy” so she’s always like “hey, nishiki, make me a coffee. Could you bring me the blanket? i’m cold. Nishiki, go and buy more coffee beans. Hey, pass me the pillow. Nishiki, rub my back a bit, i can’t even move..” and at first he’s trying to remain calm but one day he loses his shit and he’s like I’M NOT YOUR FUCKING MAID and Touka is like ;-; how dare you to scream at a pregnant woman… for Nishiki’s bad luck, Yomo and Ayato where there when he screamed at her so yeah, rip nishiki.
Tsukiyama buys a ridiculous amount of baby clothes almost every day, he always comes to her with almost 10 bags of super expensive garment and Touka doesn’t have more space left to put all the bags.
Koma can’t stop dreaming of the day the baby borns to finally have someone willing to hear all his Devil Ape stories.
enjoy reading this because it’s never going to happen and the baby will die, adios! *flies away*
EXO | Their s/o Never Complains About How Tired They Are From Work But They See It
Hello~ can i get exo reactions when their s/o never complain about how tired theyre from work but he seems to see how tired their s/o are 😅 i hope this makes sense. Thankyou and have a good day!
Xiumin/Minseok: “Jagi, you’re always working so hard and I can see how tired you are. Why don’t you sit down and let me make you a cup of coffee?” Minseok said one afternoon.
“Oh I would but I have some errends that I need to-,” you started, only to get cut off.
“I don’t think you understood me correctly…why don’t you sit down and let me make you a cup of coffee,” he said with a smile, “Cause you need to slow down a bit.”
Suho/Junmyeon: He’d try his best to get a day off on one of your days off and make sure that you stayed in bed all day trying to catch up on the rest you needed.
“No I took this day off so we could spend it cuddling,” he said when you mentioned possibly going out for dinner, “I’ll order take out and we’ll watch a movie and you’ll catch up on some rest. We both need to.”
Lay/Yixing: “Jagi, I know you don’t want to admit it, but I can see you’re tired, so I fixed you a bubble bath,” Yixing said, when you walked in.
“That’s great, thank you…but why are you all wet?” you questioned.
“The shower knob was left on, so I got soaked, but it’s all good.”
Baekhyun: It’s not work work that makes you tired; It’s that hyperactive beagle of a boyfriend.
“Jesus Baekhyun would you slow down…I can’t do much more of this,” you said, as your boyfriend ran around the arcade. You knew it had been a bad idea to bring him there, but you both wanted to a fun date that wasn’t so out in the open.
“That game next, jagi!”
“Dear lord, give me strength not to strangle him.”
pretend your Kai
Chen/Jongdae: Returning home from work you would surprisingly find Jongdae spread out on the couch waiting for you.
“You’ve had a long week, jagi…food is already on it’s way, your favorite movie is in the DVD player, why don’t you go talk a hot shower and then come cuddle with me.”
Chanyeol: He knows you don’t think that he notices how tired you are from work. But he notices because he loves the fact that you are such a hard worker; but on the other hand he hates the fact that you try and hide how tired you are.
“Jagi, you never have to hide how tired you are from me…you work hard, you deserve to relax. It makes me sad to see you so over worked and tired like this.” *sad puppy*
D.O.: He wouldn’t be shy about pointing out the fact that you hide the fact that you’re so tired from work from him.
“You keep hiding how tired you are from me,” he would say, watching you trudge around after you got home.
“I’m not tired, just a little stress,” you lied.
“No, you’re exhausted and you’re gonna get sick if you keep this up…now tomorrow is your day off, you are doing nothing but staying in bed and relaxing. No chores, no errands, no nothing…you need something, you ask me.”
Kai/Jongin: He’d do everything in his power to convince you that you should never hide the fact that your tired from him. That just because he had a busy schedule didn’t mean you had to hide how tired you were. Then he would insist on you resting and letting him take care of the chores for the day.
“Well I mean…if you’re sure you want to…,” you said before hesitently handing him the chore, errand, and grocery list.
“How in the world do you expect to get any rest at all when you do all of this on your days off?!” he questioned looking at the long list.
“I get a…nap some where in there…”
Sehun: “You didn’t want to tell me you were so tired from work cause you thought that would be selfish?” he asked, “Jagi…I know I sometimes only get a couple hours a sleep but that doesn’t mean you have to hide how tired you are. You being tired and needing to get rest isn’t any less important than me.”
You shrugged understanding what he was saying but still feeling that your type of tired wasn’t something to complain about. “I just don’t feel the need to complain when I can just hop into bed for eight hours of sleep and-.”
“And then deal with piles of paperwork, getting yelled at over the phone, dealing with an asshole of a boss, and a cube mate who doesn’t know how to shut up…that’s tiring stuff and that’s okay to complain about.”
Luhan: He wouldn’t call you out on the fact that you were trying to hide the fact that you were so tired from him. He would however make extra effort to try and make your days off as relaxing as possible.
“I fixed you a bath with your favorite bath bomb…and then afterwards what do you think about watching a movie in bed? I could make popcorn…”
“I’ve got some chores to do,” you would say with a yawn.
“We can do them together later…take your bath then come cuddle with me.”
Kris: He’d get irritated knowing that you were trying to hide how tired you were from work. “I can see how tired you are, but you never complain…you never say ‘Kris, I’m so tired from work…you wouldn’t believe what happened today’ or anything like that,” he would say, “I always tell you when I’m tired…but yet you don’t want to say anything.”
“Because me being tired isn’t on the level of you being tired and your work…it’s not worth complaining about…” you’d say.
“You…you have got to be kidding me,” he would say, “Your health and everything that goes on in your life is the most important thing to me…if you passed out or something cause off exhaustion that would kill me. You need to be honest with me so I can help you like you help me.”
Tao: *sad panda* “I don’t ever want to hear you ever say that there are ‘bigger problems in the world’ again,” he said after confronting you about why you tried to hide the fact that you were tired from work from him, “I thought you knew by now that you are my world and nothing matters more to me than you and your health.”
“No ‘buts’, if you’re tired, just tell me and I’ll do whatever I can to help you…”
Your father Lucifer is the Alpha of your pack and he rules your town with an iron fist. He is forcing you to marry the son and heir of a rival pack. It is 3 weeks before your wedding when you find out Sam Winchester is back. Sam was your first love at 17, and when your father found out, he forced his family to leave town. You haven’t spoken to him since. What will happen when you see him again?
Characters: Alpha! Sam Winchester, Beta! Dean Winchester, Omega!Castiel Novak, Omega! Mary Winchester, Reader, Alpha! (Nick) Lucifer, Beta! Michael, Beta! Gabriel, Beta! Stephanie (OC), Alpha Eric (OC) Chuck (mentioned)
Dean returned early the next morning, so early it was still dark out. Sam gently shook me awake and I dressed quickly. The last thing I wanted was to leave the warmth of Sam’s arms and his bed, but every minute I stayed here was another chance for my father to find me.
I have to admit I was nervous about how Dean was going to react when he saw the claiming bite on my neck. By claiming me, Sam had put himself and his brother in terrible danger.
But he quickly put my fears to rest. When he saw the mark, he just grinned at me and said, “Welcome to the family, Sweetheart! It’s about damn time he manned up and claimed you!”
“Speaking of claiming, that reminds me. You totally have my blessing if you want to ask Steph out, Dean. I think you two would make a great couple..”
Dean glared at his brother. “What did you tell her?”
I was still feeling pretty weak from my heat, but things were under control for the moment. They were in such a hurry to leave they wouldn’t even let me make coffee.
“The sooner you are out of this town the happier I will be, Y/N,” Sam told me as he ushered me out the door.
Note: This would have been out earlier, but I couldn’t think of a title to save my life…so, sorry for that haha
Hey there! I ADORE your writing! I was wondering if I could request a prompt: Daveed x reader, and the reader is a long time fan of Daveed’s and they bump into each other randomly on the street one day and Daveed can’t hide his attraction to the fan?
Hello! Can you do a Daveed x Reader where they meet after the show and the reader is a huge fan. After meeting the reader Daveed instantly feels something for the her. He freaks out and keeps seeing the reader at various places in NYC and slowly falls more in love with her. Once he gets enough courage to ask her out he can’t find her and goes all over NYC until he finds her at a Ham4Ham. While he is rapping with Lin he sees her and stops during it to ask her out. Super cute and fluffy :333
Word Count: 2337
Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader
“Iced coffee with an extra shot for Y/N?” The barista shouted out from behind the counter.
Your ears perked up at the sound of your name and your feet carried you over to the counter.
“Thank you.” You smiled at the barista as you picked up your drink and walked out of the coffee shop.
It was a warm, sunny Saturday in New York City with lots of life buzzing in the streets. There was never a day in NYC where the streets were quiet. It was the city that never slept. You had lived in the city for two years and had gotten used to its lively manner.
You walked down the street, casually drinking your coffee, when suddenly, someone crashed into you, knocking your coffee to the ground. Luckily, none of it spilled on you, but you were still disappointed that you now had no coffee.
“Shit, my bad. Are you okay?” You heard a surprisingly familiar voice say to you.
Pairing: Sam x chubby!reader Word count: 1,489 Request: Anonymous. Hello! I’m in a Sam mood. Dean gets laid alot and I would like something where the reader is kinda chubby but adorable and dean leaves with some girl from the bar and she notices Sam is annoyed by it. She thinks she’s unloveable even though she hasn’t told anyone and tries to cheer Sam up by going home and playing some board games. It ends up taking an sexy turn as Sam is interested in her but she doesn’t see it because she thinks she’s unloveable. She admits it to Sam and he proves her wrong. Warnings: Swearing, smut
Sam rolled his eyes as he watched his brother leave with some bottle blonde. “Whatever.” He mumbled. Shaking his head, he downed the rest of his beer.
You were on the way back from the bathroom when you saw his face. Sam was the brother you had a thing for, not that you’d ever say anything. He had the body of perfection. You? Not so much. Once you reached the table, you smiled at him. “Come on.”
“What?” He glanced up at you.
“I say we go home and break out the board games.” You had some under your bed that never got used. Between hunting, and Dean…they collected dust.
That dimpled grin made it’s appearance before he got up. Sam loved spending time with you, it didn’t matter what the pair of you were doing. You’d been hunting with the boys a couple years now, and sometime along the way, he’d fallen for you.
And kept his mouth shut.
He figured it was safer that way, and he didn’t think you were interested in him. So, he suffered in silence, taking your friendship and being happy with just that.
“Go get snacks, Sammy. I’ll get the games.” You smiled up at him before turning towards the hall.
He watched you with longing for a moment before letting out a soft sigh and heading towards the kitchen. He knew all your favorite snacks, and figured he’d grab those first.snacks, and figured he’d grab those first.
drabble; pg-13; msr origins (i.e. friendship); FLUFF; set season two, pre-abduction; Scully stays up a little too late solving a case with Mulder.
Even the solitary light from the fish tank feels a little risky, though his apartment passed so many of the gunmen’s bug sweeps he’s now pretty sure they just wanted to hang out. With a crappy pair of birdwatching binoculars anybody could look in and find them there. Sitting right next to the tank her face is cast in blue and shadows over and looks a little psychedelic. Watching her mouth move around hypersyllabic words like ileus and meconium is a lot like a day trip he took at Oxford. But at this time of night the world itself is also hazy and unreal; this is his time, his realm, the only part of day that brings him a little peace. Normally he spends this time alone. He finds her presence isn’t such a nuisance.
And it’s not as if anyone in the Bureau actually cares anymore. They have been declared Impotent and A Sad Sad Joke. How many times has he showed up in her lecture hall unkempt and uncaring, sporting his hair wild on purpose and miserable eyes, less purposeful but nevertheless useful? He likes upsetting her students, who have all heard plenty of stories about good old Spooky, respectable Dr. Scully’s maniac ex-partner. She would slice and dice and maim the dearly departed and try not to laugh as he hissed at anyone who stopped paying attention and dared looking his way.
When the shitstorm settles he consults her on cases and neglects Agent Krycek like a Christmas puppy. It’s not like there’s anything wrong with Agent Krycek; he’s a shoo in for S.A.C. of some bullshit unit that receives way more funding than the files ever did, what with his penchant for every-inch-of-both-cheeks ass kissing and the size of his biceps. Mulder will only get in his way. He figures he’s saving the kid some pain.
Anyway, Agent Krycek can’t look at macramed intestines and tell him if they appear to be the intricate work of a voodoo priestess. Scully can’t tell him that either, would die before saying such a thing, but it’s way more fun to try and make her.
They’ve been at it for three hours and Mulder is getting to the best part, using polaroids instead of his slides to illustrate – something about colorectal balloon animals in the 1970s – when he turns to find Scully gently tipping forward and nodding her head. Her eyes flutter shut and she slumps over.
He quickly catches her by grabbing her shoulder with one hand and using the other to cup her cheek. “Scully? Hey.” He taps her face twice. “Scully, are you okay?”
Her eyes snap open and she scrambles back into the couch, her wide eyed stare flitting around the room like a sightless moth. When she comes back to herself, she shoots him an apologetic look.
“I’m sorry Mulder,” she says, rubbing at a sore spot on her neck. She winces. “I must have fallen asleep.”
He stares at her oddly. Scully falls asleep anywhere anytime at the drop of a hat or her blood sugar, but she has never, ever done it mid-conversation. Not even that time he talked at her for a straight hour on his own by himself without noticing that she had started taking notes to formulate her responses.
His eyes fall on the clock and it hits him: its’s one o'clock in the goddamn morning. Scully has a new life now, classes to teach and dead bodies to harass and other, lesser units to appease, and she’s spending time with him like nothing has changed. When did he approach her with this case? He can’t remember, only because he hadn’t bothered keeping track. Before lunch, definitely, and they’d been together the entire time after. Scully is effectively splitting herself in two, her life with him and her life without him, and in this realm at this hour she is still his partner and the idea of her at Quantico is an empty threat when he sticks her with all the filing.
“You need to go to bed,” he gently chides, scooping up his polaroids and newspaper clippings and their mugs gone cold on the coffee table.
“Mmm, I think you’re right,” she says around a yawn, stretching and popping her limbs one by one. The sound makes him cringe. “I don’t know if my bed has ever sounded so appealing.”
He’s too caught in his own head to respond with an inappropriate zinger. He places the mugs in his sink, drops the photos back in their file.
“Take the couch,” he says distractedly, tugging on a doorknob. With much effort he’s able to strong arm his way through the tremendous clutter and cardboard-box war zone that is his bedroom without alerting her to how pathetic he is. He nearly breaks his neck slipping on a stack of vintage porno mags, but there in the middle of a decrepit bed frame rests exactly what he’s looking for: a sleeping bag and a stack of extra pillows .
With trademark focus he ignores her protestations and sets up his station, throwing down pillows that will support the weak spots in his spine and unrolling the bag like a good little camper.
“Mulder, seriously. There’s no need for this.” But she’s slurring and her body is so heavy she can’t stay upright. “ I can drive home just fine. Let me make myself some coffee. You’re being ridiculous. This is where you sleep.”
“Just go to bed, Scully,” he tells her. He repeats it when she says no. Time for bed Scully. Get some sleep. I’ll wake you up early. And she eventually does fall asleep, succumbs to the mental exhaustion of arguing with him.
In a fashion that creeps him out a little he stares at her well into deep sleep, propped against the doorway between the kitchen and the living room. He feels tired just looking at her, the yearning to lie down calling to him a little more urgently than he’s used to.
Before he crawls into his bag he stands before her, looking into her slack and open face. It’s crazy and weird and definitely spooky. But this is driving him nuts. He leans down and slowly brushes an errant lock of hair out of her eye. Okay. Good.
Crawling into his bag he understands what’s bogging him down. Dana Scully is not living her double life as his partner, but as his friend. And somewhere along the line he became hers, too.
genre: fluff, awkward first meetings, coffee shop au
word count: 697
notes: this is a little bit sloppy, but i put it up so readers have an idea of how i write!!
You really should just ask someone for help.
The awning of the coffee shop above your head flutters gently in the icy breeze, the pitter-patter of raindrops echoing loudly through the street. Your teeth are digging into your lower lip, and the slightly flustered blush on your cheeks is hidden by the wooly material of your scarf as you glare down at your umbrella in complete concentration.
Those around you who are flooding into the shop to escape the chilly rain stare in amusement, and you are well aware of it – after all, you’ve been stuck beneath this red-striped awning for all of five minutes, struggling with the button on your umbrella and trying to execute your task subtly.
You refuse to ask for help. It’s embarrassing enough that you cannot get it open in the first place, but the thought of resorting to turning to your peers for assistance puts you off even further. So you don’t say a thing – you simply continue to quietly utter curses and tug and pull at the umbrella with more force than necessary. Who would’ve thought that your umbrella would go screwy on one of the rainiest days of the month?
The warmth that’d slipped beneath your skin after drinking a total of two hot coffees is beginning to seep out under the cold air, and you’re just about to give up and make a run for the nearest bus stop when the entrance door chimes and your umbrella goes flying open.
You give a gasping yell of triumph, until you hear the groan that emerges from the other end. With a breathless sigh and several blinks of your eyes, you look upward, only to gasp yet again – but this time in utter mortification.
“Oh my go- I’m so sorry! Are you alright? Oh my god this is – I’m so sorry, I–” You trail off while running a frustrated hand through your hair, lips tucked between teeth, as you gaze wearily at the brown-haired man whose mouth is pressed in a pained line while he bends over uncomfortably. You immediately recognize him as one of the coffee shop’s employees who’d been slacking off in the corner with a novel in hand, and you also remember considering him rather handsome; if you were embarrassed before, you are horrified now, because you just hit the cute coffee-shop-guy in the crotch with your umbrella.
“It’s alright, I’m fine. It was just an accident,” he reassures you once again with a forced smile. Your face is beyond red at this point, and you release a pitiful whine while burying your face in your hands. You hear him chuckle. “Really, it doesn’t hurt too bad.”
“Still,” you breathe, looking up once more. “Let me do something to make it up to you – uh –” You look him over once, and note that he’s now wearing a thick jacket rather than his server’s apron. “Your shift is over, right? Let me treat you to some coffee.”
A little smile quirks his lips upward, a smile that is more genuine than the last. “How’d you know I worked here?”
“Uh…” You rush to explain yourself while tucking a curl behind your ear. “It’s kinda hard not to… Um, your book – I recognized it, and I’ve read it before. It’s… a good one.”
He simply continues smiling, and it’s giving you heart palpitations. You don’t know what kind of saint he is to not be utterly pissed at you for bashing him in the crotch with your umbrella, but you’re grateful that he isn’t upset, and force an identical smile onto your lips.
Finally, he speaks, and his voice is so kind and soft that you hardly hear him over the sound of car engines splashing through puddles that have accumulated in the street. “I’m Joshua. What’s your name?” he asks you.
“It’s y/n,” you introduce, accepting his handshake and relishing the warmth of his skin against your stiff and icy fingers.
“Well, y/n, I have a feeling that you won’t stop feeling bad until you make it up to me, so I’ll take you up on that offer of coffee, if it still stands.”
You (quite literally) bump into Sebastian Stan at Comic Con.
Author’s Note: Hi guys! I really just wrote this today and that’s why it’s probably more crappy than usual. I procrastinate. Anyways, I hope our lovely Seba has a wonderful day and year! Someone requested a Seb imagine and so I hope this is good enough for you, nonie! I hope you guys have a good day/night. Enjoy!
BIGBANG Reactions to You Being Too Short to Reach the Top Shelf
“IS THAT ONE OF MY CHAIRS?”
You let out a startled gasp as you heard the sudden sound of your boyfriend behind you. Embarrassed and slightly worried about using one of Seunghyun’s prized possession to reach for the plates, you hopped off, ready to apologize. Upon seeing your apologetic and embarrassed face, Seunghyun let out a small sigh. “It’s ok, jagi. I actually think it’s a little adorable that you’ll always need me to help get down the dishes since there is no way in hell I’m letting you stand on one of my babies again.”
You hopped off the counter with the cookie jar. As you turned around, treasure in hand, you let out a gasp as you saw Taeyang’s frame leaning against the entrance to the kitchen. “O-oh hi Tae!” you stuttered out, hoping he hadn’t seen your mini mission in action. “Hey Y/N. I noticed you struggling with the cookies there,” he chuckled watching you turn a shade of pink. “It’s okay jagi. I would’ve done something but I’m not tall enough myself!”
You felt someone lean over you just as you were about to grab the sugar for your coffee. Before you could grab the container you kept it in, the person behind you closed in on it. You could feel the vibrations of his laughter on your back. “You know I had that, right Jiyong?” you huffed, defensive over your height. “Jagi, you know you like it when I press up against you so just appreciate it,” Jiyong whispered in your ear while wrapping his free hand around your waist. “Now come on Y/N, let me make you coffee.”
The shelf was a lot higher than you originally thought. Even sitting on the counter proved to be not quite high enough to reach the fancy bowls. Deciding to try your shot at balancing on your tiptoes on the edge of the ledge, you began to to stand. However, as soon as you began to balance yourself, you lost your footing on the edge and slipped. Just before falling off, you felt a pair of hands grip your back and push you back upright. “I swear jagi, you could’ve just asked me to help you instead of trying to prepare this dinner all by yourself and nearly hurting yourself,” Daesung sighed, obviously concerned over the fact that you could have seriously injured yourself had he not been there. “Sorry Dae. I thought I could reach the top without help but it looks like I’m not tall enough,” you said. “It’s okay jagi, I find your height to be adorable.”
Stretching yourself on your tippy-toes was a futile attempt to reach for a new box of your cereal. Right when you were ready to admit defeat and grab a chair to get it, you felt a strong pair of arms wrap themselves around your waist and a head nuzzle against your neck. “Seungri? What are you doing?” You tried to turn in his grasp but he wouldn’t let you. “Well, you see, I was just minding my own business but then my shortie of a girlfriend here starts to struggle with the simple task of getting down her cereal. So I, being the amazingly awesome boyfriend that I am, will help this small cutie get the food she wants.”
has 5 different guitars that are just different shades of wood ?? he claims that the guitar he brings depends on his mood or whatever
he seems like a really organized, professional person that likes to keeps things visually simplistic but his guitar case is practically packaged in stickers (seokmin and hoshi like to sneak like hello kitty stickers in to see if jihoon notices,,,,,,,,,, and he doesn’t,,,,,)
outside of college and busking, he also has a part-time job at a convenience store and when people ask where the ‘extra’ money comes from he’s like “i work at a………grocery….store..too?” (he’s too shy to say that he busks)
usually performs at farmers markets and stuff
everyone with a stand at the markets always asks jihoon to set up by their stand because people always crowd around when he plays
feels guilty when he has to turn someone down bc another person already asked
his guitar can be heard from a ways away and it’s not because he’s loud it’s just that everyone else is like !!!!! gotta be quiet and Appreciate This Art !!!!! (he finds it rly embarrassing tbh)
people sometimes think that he’s a lil…. rude…. bc he doesn’t really make a lot of conversation and likes to keep things professional (mostly because he thinks his personal life is !!super boring!!)
and he doesn’t rly take song requests either but it’s just that he wants to perfect a song before actually showing people
looks up some of the songs ppl request tho and practices with joshua every week and shows him songs but always has to end their hangouts early bc joshua EXTRA hong likes to start freestyle rapping to whatever jihoon is playing and it makes him all grumbly and giggly
there’s always lil kids that roam around the markets with their parents and they’re always drawn to woozi bc he looks so friendly !!
and tbh jihoon used to be rly hesitant and shy around the kids but now he gives them spare guitar picks and knows most of them by name
(one time one of the many lil girls that adore jihoon brought him some crazy spicy tteokbokki and he ate it all because he didn’t want her to feel bad :’))) he has a soft spot for all the kiddos that look up to him)
all the stand owners make sure to keep woozi fed and his fridge is always full of leftovers and snacks and he always feels kinda sorry when people just give him free food but it is nice to always have something to eat when he doesn’t feel like cooking
it becomes a bit bothersome though when his ,,,,,, culinarily challenged ,,,, friends swoop by to take a side dish or eight……
soonyoung: “i’m just helping you clear up some fridge space!!”
okay buddy whatever floats ur goat
!! but anyways !! you go to the market every tuesday to get this and that and to just look around
and coincidentally ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) woozi also performs at that market every tuesday
tbh you noticed him the first time he busked there bc 1) his voice and guitar playing are Godly™ and bc 2) he’s rly frickin cute
and you don’t really try to make conversation or anything bc you just enjoy his music and besides ?? he probably has better things to do than talk to you right ?? (a: wrong)
the only time you get relatively close to him is to toss a couple bills into his guitar case as you pass by each tuesday, just like every other person at the market
and you figure that like ?? there’s always tons of people at the market ?? woozi has no reason to notice you ??
bUt he does !!!!!!!!!!!
the first time jihoon saw you he thought that you were like the cutest person ever like,,,,,,,what a beauty,,,,,,
he gets super fuzzy inside when you give him tips tbh
not bc it’s money (which he does appreciate ngl) but bc it’s you!!! the prettiest girl at the market!!!
and the stand owners see woozi admiring you (it’s rly obvious too like he’s not the smoothest person) and they always gossip about how cute of a couple you would be
so one day you’re just minding your own business, talking to one of the stand owners as she’s putting your flowers in a bag and giving you your change when it starts poURING just as the weathermen has predicted
so you pull out your umbrella and take your flowers and scurry down the sidewalk
but then you spot poor jihoon panicking on the corner bc he had no idea it would rain and now his stuff is getting all wet
being the Good Person you are, you ease your way over, hesitant at first bc !!!!!!! this boy is really cute so what if you frick it all up what r u gonna do then butthead !!!!!!!
so you just kinda stand there, holding your umbrella out over jihoon as you’re being soaked with rain and he doesn’t even notice bc he’s too distracted with saving his guitar and messy sheet music
until he stands up and hits his head on the umbrella and you’re like !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! fuck !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
you start spewing out apologies bc like you pretty much just whacked him in the head with ur umbrella nice going
he’s just kinda in shock bc the situation is registering in his mind and he sees you standing there in drenched clothes and your hair looks like you just got out of the shower and he feels so bAD NOW
so he just kinda,,,,grabs the umbrella,,,,,and pushes it back so it’s over your head now instead of his and you go dead silent
at this point, you’re full on staring at him and his wet bangs are clinging to his forehead and his face is all dewy and he looks like something from a dream,,,,,,,,,, tl;dr: jihoon looks stunning af
but neither of you say anything bc like ?? what r u supposed to say ??
and jihoon grabs his guitar case, slinging it onto his back
and he’s looking at the ground so that you can’t see how much you’ve made him blush
and he goes “you look cold. let me take you to get coffee to make up for this.”