sit down and have a pancake

Angel in the Darkness pt.5

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)

Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au

A/N:This is a dark and filthy story! Graphic descriptions of sex (masturbating, etc), heavy dom/sub undertones, drug use, vulgar language use……(alot of smut comes in later) This is a mature read! You have been warned!

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 



The bright sunlight behind the curtains, stirs you awake from your deep sleep. There’s a faint smile stretched upon your lips, as you feel as if you’ve had one of the best naps in the longest of times. Your eyes are still closed shut as you try to flex your stiff muscles; only you can’t.

As soon as you tried to lift your arms, you hit something very hard and muscular. Huh? That’s weird. You can also feel that your legs are entangled, and something wrapped around your waist.

You didn’t mind the feeling, as you were still too tired to process things, and because it brought great warmth, but then you heard it; a faint grunt. Your eyes instantly shoot open, and you blush hard when you realize you’re wrapped up into Jungkook.

His face is mere centimeters away from yours, and his eyes are still closed shut, indicating he’s still asleep. You can feel his hot breath, gently tickling your red face, as his hair is all over. You peer downwards and see that his left arm is securely wrapped around your waist, as both of you were laying down on your sides. His long, thick legs were clumsily tangled with yours, and you were finding it hard to breathe since you were so close to him.

OH MY GOD! WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?!?!

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Mirror For The Sun - Part 10: Los Angeles (End)

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 9 

Summary: (Bucky POV) Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other.

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 5226 I’m excessively wordy. Deal with it.

Author’s Note: Here we go! This is the last part! It is longer than it probably needs to be, and there are some parts I don’t love, but hopefully you like it. :)

Originally posted by stuckybarnesrogers

Laying on the couch in that massive hotel suite with her stretched and exhausted body half on top of mine, all I can think about is how warm and soft she feels like this. I can feel everywhere that our skin meets like I’m glued to her smooth warmth, her cheek pressed flat against my chest, eyes closed, her fingertips lightly tracing over my neck and shoulders, occasionally sending a shiver running across my entire body. I don’t want to move or think, I just want it to be quiet like this, swirling lazy circles over her back like this. This is how it should have been days ago, this is how close I want her all the time.

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Undone | NSFW

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Summary: He had rules. You never questioned them, until he disobeyed his own rules. This is the time where you both undid each other.

Characters: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, sug*r da*dy/s*gar b*by relationship, smut, light bondage

Word Count: 1,605

A/N: Okay, first, only read if you’re 18+! This is NSFW! Secondly, yes this lightly describes a sug*r da*dy/s*gar b*by relationship (I’m censoring this to keep it out of those tags). I just got inspired. This does not reflect Tom in any way possible. It’s fiction. Lastly, I decided to never mention Tom’s name in the story because I thought it would add a mysterious tone. Other than that, enjoy.


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Morning Shenanigans

Remus Lupin x Reader

Warnings: A sexual joke?

You woke up, wrapped in your favorite werewolf’s arms. Slowly, as to not wake him, you moved to face him. His snores were all that greeted you. Godric, sometimes you could swear that you felt the house shake.

You quietly enjoyed how calm Remus looked in his sleep. He wasn’t stressed or tired anymore. There was a hint of his mischievous youth that managed to pepper his features.

Still, this simple pleasure always had a short time frame. You nuzzled against him, noticing the small smile that he tried to suppress. With a grin you pressed kisses to the scar that ran across his lips.

He chuckled quietly, the arm he had around your waist pulled you closer. “That’s a lovely way to wake up,” he spoke, his voice thick with sleep.

“You have a lovely face to wake up to,” you shot back playfully. He ticked your sides, loving the sound of your laughter in the morning. “Stop it!” You giggled, pushing away from him.

You were struggling to catch your breath before he relented. “It wasn’t that bad,” he said before catching your lips in a quick kiss.

It was a quick compliance for you. The kiss was a slow burn that soon became a forest fire. It would have lasted for ages. That is if Remus’s stomach hadn’t growled loudly which caused you to pull away with laughter.

“Is that how you sweet talk me into making you breakfast?” You asked, amused.

“Depends. What are my chances of getting chocolate pancakes?”

“Dunno, you gotta make it worth my while.”

He thought for a second, “What if I promise to read you anything you wanted?”

“Seal the deal with a kiss, Lupin.”

He accepted the invitation happily. You moved away from him, attempting to start your mission of pancakes. He groaned in disappointment, torn between food and you.

“Take a shower, I’ll be done by the time you finished,” you promised, stretching.

“Are you sure? I can help you.”

“I can handle it. Enjoy your day off, love.”

You turned on your heel and made you way over to the kitchen. Flipping on the radio, you started to make breakfast. Every so often you would stop to have a little dance party. Soon there were two fresh stacks of chocolate pancakes on the counter.

“Those look delicious,” Remus said hugging you from behind.

“You think?”

“I think they’d taste better if you fed them to me,” he winked down at you, “Care to make that happen?”

You rolled your eyes, a smile playing on your lips, “Fine. Only because I think you’re kinda cute.”

He helped you sit on the counter, opening his mouth expectantly. You grabbed his plate and started to feed him. The feeling of forgetting something wouldn’t shake itself. It was important, it had to be. Nothing clicked until you looked into Remus’s eyes for a minute.

“It’s your birthday!” You looked at him shocked, “Why didn’t you tell me!”

He chuckled, “It wasn’t important.”

“Yes, it is,” you set his plate back on the counter, “It’s my favorite person’s day.” You hugged him close, kissing everywhere you could reach. “Happy birthday, Remus!”

“Thank you, sweetheart.” He pressed a kiss to your lips.

You let him kiss him like you as much as he wanted. When he finally pulled away, you jumped off the counter. “I can’t believe I forgot,” you grabbed his hand and started leading the way, “I’ve prepared since last month! And the day of- I’m a sucky person.”

When you got to the bed room you dropped to your knees. “I, uh, sweetheart, you don’t have to do that.”

“Do what?” You asked confused. It took a second to realize the situation. “Remus!” You hit his thigh, “I’m getting your gift.” A search under the bed later, you came back up with three packages.

“Thank you,” he smiled, sitting on the bed and pulling you onto his lap.

The first present had two sweaters, one was a complete new one and the other was the same one he had on sans the bleach stain you got on it. The next gift was books that he had all but drooled over the last time you had gone to the store. Finally, was the magical gift you had sent Sirius out for, you weren’t exactly sure what it did. All you knew is Sirius knew for certain Moony would love it.

“I love it all,” he pressed a kiss to your cheek, “Honestly love, you didn’t have to do all this.”

“It’s nothing major,” you shrugged, “I wanted to make you happy. Sorry, I forgot.”

“And yet you still made my day perfect.”

“The day just started Remus.”

“And I know it will be great because you’re apart of it.”

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Boss!AU - Part 5

Part 1, Part 2, Part 2.5, Part 3, Part 4

Time for the final part! This is actually my favourite part! It’s more fluffy than the other parts and I can’t leave the characters alone for too long so I’m sure we’ll dip in to the universe in the future again! I hope you like it - thank you for all the lovely comments I’ve had since starting it x

“Harry?” You speak down the phone after arriving in the office. It’s like a blizzard outside, raining and windy, and the last thing you need is your phone ringing when you’ve barely taken your coat off. You have his spilt hot coffee over your hand, and your clothes underneath are wet from the rain too; not quite the same weather as New York just last week. Harry had let you take Thursday and Friday off as a thank you for working the previous weekend so you’d spent the past four days with your phone switched off and holed up in your flat with takeaways and movies in between sleeping off the jet lag.

Your flat mate had flittered in and out in between seeing her boyfriend and she spent most of her time at the weekends with him now, which you were more than happy to see her do (and it gave you the flat to yourself), and you hoped you might have the same soon, if Harry would only make up his mind about whether he wanted something serious or not. You understand he has more to think about than most men his age, with his four year old son in the picture, and being the number one priority in his life, obviously, but you’ve decisions to make yourself. On the screen of your laptop is a draft contract from one of Harry’s rivals sitting in your emails, all you have to do is read through, get back to them with any adjustments, sign it, and you’d be free to sleep with Harry without fear of anybody finding out and frowning upon it.

Shit, it did sound sordid when you put it like that. Sleep with him? Be his assistant-with-benefits?

“Hey…” he sounds breathless, as if he’s running late. “Listen, I wouldn’t ask yeh if I didn’t need to bu’ I need a favour from yeh?”

You sigh, placing the coffee on the desk and pulling your hair away from your neck, the phone safely nooked between your shoulder and ear as you did so, and tried to do open up the place as he speaks. “What is it?”

“Sam’s sick.”

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The Signs At The Fair:

Aries: Has their arm stuck in the ski-ball machine up to the elbow. Several workers are attempting to help. They cannot. The ski-ball machine has them.

Taurus: Scaling the tilt-a-whirl with a socket wrench in their teeth.

Gemini: Springing from the shadows and stealing funnel cake from fair-goers. They have a horde in the hall of mirrors.

Cancer: In a fistfight.  

Leo: Waiting in line for something. A cloud of dust circles them continuously. Its hard to get a good look at them.

Virgo: Comforting a crying child by telling them about the fair catacombs.

Libra: Mesmerized by the glass blower. They’ve been there for days. 

Scorpio: Makes sure the haunted house is properly haunted. None of that store bought shit.

Ophiuchus: Stole a horse.

Sagittarius: Has a hotdog. Overjoyed. 

Capricorn: Constantly lost in a crowd. They are effectively invisible. They move among the fair unseen, yet seeing all.

Aquarius: Sitting atop the pancake stand and people watching. Several people have told them to come down. They do not. They are lost in thought.

Pisces: Still in the parking lot. They think that’s the fair.

Damon Salvatore - It Was Always You

You’ve always felt something more than friendship towards Damon Salvatore, but you felt like he was always so busy pining after Elena that he wouldn’t even notice you. Yourself and Damon get the chance to spend the day together and it’s so much fun, but you weren’t expecting the day to take the turn that it did.

Damon x Fem!Reader

Warning: Mentions of alcohol

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It’s Insanity but... Protection

yo, guys, ignore the fact that it’s been like two years since i updated this fic and enjoy this next one!

Derek doesn’t remember falling asleep. All he knows is that he’s comfortable, safe, and warm. Almost too hot if he’s being honest. Which means that Stiles is probably there. Which means it must be a rare night when Stiles actually stays over. Which means it must be Saturday.

What is a bit unclear is why the wolf part of him is dragging him towards consciousness. He frowns a bit, drops his nose into the back of Stiles’ neck and takes a deep breath because he has the feeling it is too early to wake up. So whatever stupid bird or whatever has pinged his wolf is going to have to wait because he’s thinking at least another hour of sleep and then maybe pancakes before Stiles has to run off. This is a good plan. He is a genius. He does not want to go on a long vacation back to New York ever again. Not if it means depriving himself of this.

The door opens and Derek snaps awake and next to him, Stiles lurches up, sitting up as if he hadn’t just been asleep and Derek’s eyes flash as he throws an arm over Stiles and pushes him down and he’s ready to attack because who is in his house and then looks around and–

“Stiles?”

Corey.

Derek has a moment of supreme confusion, did Scott bring the kids over to pick Stiles up? Was there an emergency? Was the–

He’s at Stiles’ house.

“Dude,” Stiles says, shoving at the arm that Derek is still using to pin him in place. “Get off me.” He sounds a bit annoyed. Which makes sense because that is… that is Stiles’ kid. Corey. Who is here. Because Derek is in Stiles’ house.

While he’s still processing this information – the fact that he had fallen asleep at Stiles’ house – he realizes he’s naked. Oh god, he’s naked and in Stiles’ house in front of his children and one of them is right there. Staring at both of them. Probably scared out of his wits because Derek had just flashed his eyes at him and basically growled and it’s the middle of the night and Derek is naked.

He lets out a sound suspiciously like a yelp and yanks his arm away from Stiles.

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Babies? (Jughead x Reader)

Prompt: Can you do another one like Just a Dream. But where Jughead and the reader are married and Jughead has a dream where him and the reader have a daughter and she is a daddy’s girl and when Jughead wakes up and he tells the reader he wants a baby. Btw love your stories!!

A/N: Hey! So I’m sitting on the beach while writing this. Actual goals right now. I’m writing this as a continuation of “Just A Dream” but you don’t have to read that to understand this one!

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Babies? (Jughead x Reader)

A few years had passed since Jug had his dream of marrying you. You two had been married for almost two years now.

As your anniversary was coming up, thoughts of kids had popped in your mind a few times. You had talked to Jug about it but you knew he wasn’t sure if he wanted kids. He was terrified he was going to end up like his father.

He knew that there could be a chance of losing you and a child like his father had lost his wife and jellybean.

You had assured him that he wasn’t his father and that you didn’t plan on going anywhere. He would just shake it off and change the subject.

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Oh my god I’m actually gonna cry can you imagine breakfast with these six gross hockey guys? Bitty down in the kitchen cooking for six instead of five and he sometimes forgets he’s gotta have the extra portion in the beginning until Ollie comes down after sleeping in late (every morning Bitty just learns to make his breakfast after he’s had his own which is before the others come down and in the middle of their own) and they’re so soft together? Like some mornings Ollie gets up earlier than usual to come help Bitty in the kitchen and then Chowder shuffles in sleepy eyed and then Nursey and then Dex and then Wicks and they’re just just these big dumb sleepy hockey boys who are so soft in their pajamas but slowly waking up as Bitty pours them coffee and sets plates loaded down with calories in front of them if they’re not having team breakfast

Bitty learns that Wicks is lactose intolerant and starts getting Almond milk for the fridge. Ollie’s not fond of pancakes if they don’t have fruit in them. Chowder likes his eggs cooked all the way through but Nursey likes his yolk a little runny (just a bit, it’s a delicate balance you gotta get). Dex fucking chugs orange juice and Bitty has to get him his own cartoon that’s gone in two days. Ollie and Wicks now officially sit in the kitchen with Bitty when he bakes (not that they didn’t before; they just had to leave a bit early some nights to get back to their dorm).

Ollie and Wicks sitting up with Bitty and helping him study when he’s stress backing at 3am. Chowder coming down to encourage Bitty, Dex coming down to see why Bitty’s still up and getting drawn into a meaningless discussion on the differences between chocolates, Nursey coming down to herd them all to bed because this boy is sleepy and he’ll be damned if his hausmates are tired in the morning because they don’t know how to go to sleep. He will drag them to bed. He will. Don’t tempt him.

I’m gonna cry yo these dumb soft hockey boys living together is my reason for breathing.

Running Late (Dad!Shawn Mendes x Reader)

Summary: A very domestic dad shawn imagine

Originally posted by smendesgifs

Y/s/n= your sons name. Y/d/n= your daughters name

Shawn’s eyelids fluttered open at the sound of birds chirping in the cold Toronto air. Turning to his side, he spotted his beautiful wife Y/N laying there, sound asleep.

“Y/N.” he cooed, kissing all over her face.

She groaned, squeezing her eyes shut. Shawn chuckled admiring her face. Let’s just say she was tired because they didn’t only sleep last night, Shawn smirked at the thought. He turned over to glance at his alarm clock to see that it was perfect time for him to wake up the kids.

He and Y/N took turns taking Y/D/N and Y/S/N to school, and Shawn definitely had the history of getting them late. Who could blame him, he loved his kids so much he didn’t always want to let them go.

And so with one last kiss to Y/N’s forehead, Shawn hopped out of bed and put his slippers on. Crossing the hallway, he visited a bright purple room first.

Dodging the hundreds of stuffed animals on the ground, he walked up to his daughter’s tiny bed, where she was snoring softly.

He smiled at her little face, and tucked a strand behind her ear just like he does to Y/N.

She stirred, waking up.

“Daddy! Helloo. “

“Hello darling.” Shawn chuckled at her.

“I don’t want to go to school.” She muttered.

“Aw sweetheart, you know you have to.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Love, is there something bothering you?” Shawn asked.

At this, she giggled.

“Hehehe you only call mommy love!”

“Well, I can use it for you sometimes too. Here, let’s sit you up.”

Shawn sat on her bed and placed Y/D/N on his lap. She rested her head on his chest as Shawn took her hand in his.

“Well, I have my oral presentation today.” She told her dad.

“And I’m guessing you’re nervous?”

“Yeah…”

“Well lemme tell you something darling, I know how you feel.”

“How do you deal with nerves before you perform?”

“Well, I take deep deep breathes. You know, in and out, in and out slowly… And then, I ease my mind. I think of things I’m thankful for, people I’m thankful of having in my life.”

“Didja think about mommy?”

“Hmm? Oh yeah, boy did I think about your mommy when I was on tour.”

“Did you miss her daddy?”

“So badly, kitten, so badly.”

Shawn looked through the hallway back at his bedroom.

“Anyway, how about some pancakes to cheer you up eh?”

Shawn put her down for her so she can get dressed, and walked across to his son’s room.

On the way, a furry little grey dog ran into him.

“Hey boy! How you doin, had a good sleep?” He said, scratching his neck and patting him on the head. “Go find Y/N, she’ll want to cuddle with ya.”

And he ran off to their bedroom.

Checking his watch for the time, Shawn mentally swore. The little talk with Y/D/N took a little longer than expected, and now if they didn’t hurry up they would be late.

“Hey buddy, what’s up?” Shawn called out to his son.

Y/S/N was bent over his desk, scribbling away.

“Dude, did you leave your homework last minute again?”

“Whaaa no of course not dad.”

“Well, c’mon buddy let’s go downstairs to have some breakfast.”

Shawn picked his 7 year old son up and went down the stairs to a waiting Y/D/N.

Y/S/N took a seat beside Y/D/N at the kitchen table, as Shawn started to get pans out.

“Guys, I don’t think we have time for pancakes.”
“What, daddy you promised.” Y/D/N frowned.

“Whatever, what’s 16+23?”

“Y/D/N, do you want to be late or not have pancakes?”

“I don’t care about being late, you do.” She giggled. “You and mommy have a contest on who gets us on time the most often.”

“Ugh, you little geniuses know everything.” Shawn said to the ceiling.

“Yo dad, what’s 16+23?”

“Daddy, the pancake mix is in the first cabinet on the left!”

Oh god, Shawn thought.

“Why did I have kids again?” He whispered to himself.

“Because you loved me and wanted to start a family.” Y/N smirked, standing at the bottom of the staircase. “Need a hand babe?”

“Yes PLEASE.” Shawn exhaled with relief.

Y/N chuckled, as she walked in the kitchen.

“You get started on pancakes, and I’ll sort out Y/S/N’s homework.” She said, putting her hands on Shawn’s waist.

“Thank you, you’re the best.” Shawn grinned down at her, starting to kiss her neck and lips.

“Guys!” Y/S/N rolled his eyes.

“Hmm right, pancakes!” Shawn moved away from Y/N to proceed to the stove, as she went to sit beside Y/S/N to help him on his math.

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“Alright bye guys! Have a wonderful day; Y/D/N you’ll do wonderful on your presentation and Y/S/N, don’t forget about your soccer practice at 4.” Shawn bent down to hug both his kids before they ran off to the playground.

“How are they already 7 and 6 years old?” Y/N pondered, laying her head on Shawn’s shoulder.

“No freaking clue.” Shawn responded, laying his head on top of hers and putting his hand on her waist, pulling her towards him.

“Okay, we should go home; I’m in sweatpants and a cami and I’m freezing.” Y/N shivered, snuggling up to her husband.

“Yeah, I got an interview in half an hour.”

“Wait Shawn isn’t your interview at 9?”

“Yeah, it’s 8:30.”

“SHIT SHAWN I’M LATE FOR A MEETING AT WORK.”

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“So, I guess I’m not the only one who runs late every once in a while eh?” Shawn chuckled from behind the counter with a coffee in his hand.

Y/N raised her eyebrows at him as she ran to the closet to grab a pair of heels.

“Shawn, will you zip me up?” She said.

“Of course love.” Shawn stood up to help her. “Hey today, I called Y/D/N love and she noticed I always call you that haha.”

“Ookay, I gotta run; I’m so late. Bye you dork.” Y/N kissed Shawn on the cheek before going out the front door to the driveway.

Shawn smirked at her from the door.

“Hey I’m still winning, you’ve been late three more times now than me!” Y/N called out from her car.

Shawn laughed.

“I love you!” He called out to her.

Going back into the house, he smiled. He was so incredibly happy, with his life right now. He was married to Y/N, the love of his freaking life and every day with her was just as exciting as when they were first dating. And he had his two amazing kids.

He glanced at the clock. 9:01.

“Damnit!” He cried out, grabbing his coat and running out the door.

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would u write a little bob/alicia thing based on those types of stories you hear where the husband gets really drunk and whenever someone hits on him or his friends try to get him undressed for bed he's like "NO i have a wife stop it"

Bob is drunk. 

Sloppy and loud and flanked on either side by Paulie and Carey as they try and guide him down the hallway to his hotel room. 

Alicia walks a few steps behind them, a little tipsy but but holding her own, and carrying one of Bob’s shoes and his tie draped loosely around her neck. 

They had been out celebrating the win and Bob’s third hat trick of the season. The fifteenth of his career. 

He might have gone a little overboard but they don’t have a game for another three days so he has time to sleep it off. 

“We had them completely turned around,” he slurred, mixing French and English together in the short sentence. “They didn’t know what was going on. Did you see that last goal?”

“Everyone saw your last goal, Bob. They showed it hundreds of times.”

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When Steve first brings Bucky back to the tower, everyone is… weary. Sam remembers fighting him in DC, Natasha remembers him from the Red Room, Clint remembers the horror stories and ghost stories from SHIELD, and everyone is tense. They’ve seen what the Winter Soldier could do, had done, and they weren’t sure how to behave around him. His dry sarcasm, the way he lurks in the shadows, the way his face always looks like he’s thinking of 20 different ways to murder you, and even the fact that he doesn’t talk much make pretty much everyone nervous.

Except Tony.

Tony, frankly, thinks it’s the funniest thing he’s ever seen. He laughs at them when they jump because Bucky has suddenly appeared out of nowhere. He makes Batman jokes when he finds Bucky standing in shadows. He doesn’t let Bucky’s silence or murder stare intimidate him, he just keeps talking to Bucky in a one sided conversation (Tony talks enough for two people anyway). When things gets too tense, Tony always seems to be there to defuse it. He makes jokes, he flirts, he laughs at Bucky’s dry, dark humor responses the few times he does talk. He acts normal around Bucky, the same way he did Bruce that first day on the Hellicarrier, and makes sure to always engage with Bucky when he’s in the room. Bucky doesn’t always respond, but he doesn’t give any indication that he doesn’t like it (eventually he even stops tensing up when Tony fleetingly touches his shoulder or his hand).

One day, when Bucky’s having a bad day, low on sleep with too many bad memories in his head, Tony comes in full blaze, his usual energetic self. Usually Bucky seems ok with it, but today for some reason it appears Tony’s ability to never shut up is grating on his nerves.

“Stark, I swear, if you don’t shut up I will fuckin’ shank you.”

It isn’t really said with much force or malice, more like the annoyed plea of an overly tired person, but the whole room still freezes. They’re heads swivel back and forth like they’re watching a tennis match. Natasha’s hand moves towards her hip, and Thor makes a move as though he’s getting ready to restrain Barnes at any moment.

Tony is frozen in place as well, but instead of a look of fear or apprehension, his mouth is turned down in a frown, his brow creasing in that way it does when he lets himself show open concern the team.

“I’m sorry,” Tony begins, voice soft. “Not a good day, huh? You look tired, cyborg. You know what you need? Pancakes. With a lot of syrup. And chocolate chips. And stupid television. You and I are gonna watch stupid television. You ever seen Austin Powers? Well get your ass ready, Buckaroo, because you’re about to.”

Tony goes off on a rant about making sure they have enough stuff to make pancakes for two super soldiers and a god, running around the kitchen and grabbing the things he needs. Bucky seems to relax a bit at the table, shoulders losing some tension, and he nods at Steve’s concerned look to let him know he’s ok.

A couple hours later, when everyone is in the living room having eating their fill of sugary pancakes, Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery is playing on the TV. Bucky and Tony are sitting next to each other on the love seat, not much room between them, wrapped up in giant fluffy blankets. Tony is whispering things to Bucky, weather they’re talking about what happened in the kitchen or Tony is giving a running commentary of the movie, Steve doesn’t know. But when Tony leans his head down to rest slightly on the edge of Bucky’s shoulder, Steve is pretty sure he’s the only one that sees one side of Bucky’s mouth tick up in content half smile. He turned back to the movie, knowing his friends were alright.

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Request: hey! can you write a fluffy imagine where spencer spends the whole day with you and your guy’s son :) I would love to see spence in some dad action I feel like he would be so cute dad action I feel like he would be so cute

Note: I agree omg I’m in love with the idea

Warnings: Spencer being the best dad imaginable, fluff ;D


The coffee pot gurgled beside you as the machine began to brew the coffee. You leaned patiently against the granite countertop, tapping your fingers rhythmically against the surface. The early Saturday morning sun streamed in through the large window above the sink, lighting up the whole kitchen. You smiled to yourself, knowing today would be a nice day and hoping that you would be able to spend it with your boys.

Last night, you and Spencer had finally come home after a week long case in Utah. You know your son, Ethan (inspired by Alex Blake’s son), would love to spend the day with his parents. You know that because last night when you returned, his nanny told you about the week and how every night before he went to sleep he would try to stay up a bit in hopes of seeing his mom and dad. Even though the kid was three, he was incredibly observant and already comprehending things you wouldn’t expect a three-year-old to understand. After all, he is Spencer’s kid and this same kid is reading at a second-grade reading level.

Speaking of the devil, you see a small mop of chocolate brown curls sticking in all different directions enter into the kitchen, a very small plush toy of Captain Kirk from Star Trek in his hand. Spencer had gotten him that toy after they both saw the movies and got Ethan to fall in love with them too, and while you and he were on a case in a different state, Spencer somehow came across a pair of Kirk and Vulcan plushies. He brought them home and gave Captain Kirk to Ethan while he kept Spock. Since then, Kirk hasn’t left his dirty little hands - not even for a wash.

“Mommy!” Ethan exclaims in delight once he sees you. You quickly bend down and let the toddler run into your open arms. His small arms are tightly wrapped behind your back as he snuggles his face into the crook of your neck.

“Hi baby, I missed you,” you whisper, smoothing the back of his hair.

“I missed you too, mommy,” he replies softly and pulls away. “Where is daddy?”

“Daddy is asleep,” you say, pressing a finger against your lips in efforts to keep your son hushed. You know how much Spencer longs to see his son while he is away and if Ethan were to wake him up right now, Spencer wouldn’t care. But you do. He hardly sleeps when he’s away and now that you’re finally home, you will have him asleep as long as you can.

“I will be super quiet!” Ethan says in a hushed tone.

“That’s my boy,” you smile. “Are you hungry?” Ethan gives you a quick nod, his tongue sticking out like an excited puppy.

You sat Ethan on the counter beside you as you prepped the pancake batter mix and chit-chatted with him about his week and told him a less gruesome and more sanitized story of your most recent unsub. You went back and forth between the stove and counter several times, conversating with your child all while cooking up the pancakes and bacon.

“Daddy!” Ethan suddenly screams. You turn around to see Spencer entering the kitchen, a bright smile on his face once he sees the two of you. You see Ethan struggling to leap off the counter so you lift him up and put him down before he runs over to his dad’s arms. The second Ethan leaps into Spencer’s arms, Spencer lifts him up in a tight embrace and hugs him like his life depended on it.

“Hey, buddy!” Spencer greets him with the same enthusiasm. “I have something planned for us today.”

“Really!” Ethan asks excitedly.

“Yeah, you, me and mommy,” Spencer grins, looking up at you. You smile back at him, enjoying the warm feeling in your body at the sight of Spencer and Ethan.

“Yay,” Ethan claps his hands happily.

“But first, we all have to eat so we can get our basic nutrients of the day,” Spencer says as he strolls over to the coffee pot and serving himself his daily cup. He then goes over to the dining table and sits down with Ethan on his lap. You had already put all the prepared food on the table and Spencer looked up at you gratefully.

“Yup! Breakfast is the most important meal of the day,” you say, serving Ethan a small plate of a cut-up pancake.

“Tell mommy what I taught you the other day,” Spencer says looking down at the toddler in his lap. Ethan looked up at him curiously before Spencer leans down and whispers something in his ear. Ethan’s smile grows and he nods.

“Thank you, mommy!” Ethan yells and you laugh.

“Thank you,” Spencer says right after.

“You guys are very welcome,” you smile.

You all ate breakfast in pure bliss. Spencer helped Ethan eat and made small conversations with him and you all while playing a crossword puzzle that didn’t even last that long. You don’t even know why it surprised you when you expected nothing less of him. This was Spencer Reid we’re talking about.

“Alright, I think it is time for you to go get dressed,” Spencer announces as he sets Ethan on the floor.

“I’ll get him dressed-” you begin to stand up but Spencer places his hand on top of yours.

“Not a chance, I’ll take care of this,” Spencer quickly interjects. “After making us breakfast today, you deserve the fourteen minutes of rest.”

“Fourteen minutes?” You question.

“Yeah, that’s how long it usually takes for Ethan to get dressed, brush his teeth and comb his hair,” Spencer says as if it were nothing.

“I didn’t even know that was how long it took,” you say.

“Well on the days where he’s frustrated it could take up to thirty minutes but seeing as he’s pretty content today it should be fourteen minutes.”

“You are incredible, Dr. Reid,” you compliment, looking up at him amazed. Spencer leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead before turning his attention back to Ethan.

Spencer and Ethan disappear into the hallway and for a while, they’re gone. So you finished your coffee in peace and made your way to your bedroom in order to get dressed for the day Spencer had planned.

As you were flipping through items of clothing in your closet, you hear small and quick steps hitting the wooden floors behind you. You knew exactly whose little feet were making that noise. You turn around and find Ethan peering up at you, a hairbrush in his hand.

“Mommy, can you make my hair not ugly?” Ethan asks, a pout on his face. “Daddy makes it look more ugly.”

You can’t help the laugh that escapes your throat as you pictured Spencer trying to comb out Ethan’s hair. Ethan most likely had a pouty face as Spencer brushed through the knots and couldn’t get the perfect ringlets on Ethan’s head to curl.

“Come here, kiddo,” you bend down and pick up Ethan before carrying him into the bathroom and sitting him on one of the counters.

You continued to spray some water into his waves and began brushing through them ever so gently. You occasionally passed through a knot which in turn would cause Ethan to let out an “owie!”. Spencer comes into the bathroom moments later, a slight furrow in his brow.

“What happened to you?” You ask.

“I couldn’t brush his hair right,” Spencer pouts.

“Mommy has the magic touch,” you boast, exaggeratively flipping your hair over your shoulder. Spencer cracks a smile and runs a hand through his hair.

“That she does,” he winks and you giggle.

“Alright, little E,” you breathe out, setting the brush down. “You’re all done.”

Ethan turns his head to look at himself in the large mirror behind him. He smiles his toothy grin and brings one of his hands up to pat his head. He then begins to stand up and admire himself even more. He takes one step towards the mirror and presses his hands and face against the glass.

“Thank you, mommy,” Ethan turns around and smiles at you and you return the gesture. He begins to walk towards you and sits down like he was before.

“You’re so cute!” You coo, taking his small head in your hands and placing kisses all over his soft skin.

“I want hugs and kisses too,” Spencer says quietly from beside you.

“Should we give daddy hugs and kisses too?” You ask your three-year-old.

Without hesitation, Ethan nods eagerly, immediately reaching out to his father. Spencer takes one step towards you and envelops the both of you in a strong embrace. Ethan stands up once again and puts one of his hands on Spencer’s arm for support before leaning in and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“Aww, he gave you a kiss,” you exclaim excitedly.

Spencer smiled widely at the boy in front of him before leaning him forward and pressing a longing kiss on the top of his head.

“Where are we going, daddy?” Ethan asks curiously.

“You’ll see.”

***

When you say you were exhausted, you were exhausted. Spencer’s big day had left all of you tired.

The first activity Spencer had was a visit to the local bookstore where he indulged in a ton of books in Ethan’s reading level and some to add to the collection of storybooks in Ethan’s room.

Then you ended up at the park where Spencer chased Ethan around the playground and you went down the slide with him and pushed him on the swing. After he had gotten tired with that, you went to the ice cream parlor across the street and gotten some cones. You had returned back to the park and sat in peace, all of you eating the sweet snack which Ethan made a total mess of.

Luckily, you being the prepared mom that you are, you carried baby wipes with you in your purse for easy cleanup.

You sat in the grass for a little while longer, Spencer read a few picture books to Ethan but once the ducks came along, the books were no longer in Ethan’s interests. And finally, once Ethan was tired with the ducks, he came back over to you and Spencer. All gross and sweaty.

You all decided to go back home seeing as everyone was exhausted, sweaty and kind of hungry.

Once everyone showered and got changed into their pajamas. Spencer called pizza delivery and popped in a movie for you all to watch.

“Star Trek!” You exclaim, plopping down on the couch with pizza in your hand.

“Again! Yay!” Ethan bounces up and down, his Captain Kirk toy was hugged against his chest. “Daddy, where is your Spock?”

“Spock?” Spencer trails off, putting his hand on his chin. “I don’t know, where could he be?”

“Did you lose him?” Ethan asks sadly.

“Maybe I did,” Spencer frowns. “But how is that possible when he’s right here?”

Spencer whips out the Spock toy from behind Ethan’s ear and he laughs in delight.

“Wow!” Ethan reaches up and touches his ear in astonishment. “Captain Kirk says you are cool.”

“Spock and I send our thanks to Captain Kirk,” Spencer responds.

Your two men settled down once the movie started and instead of watching the movie, you turned your attention towards them. Ethan had found his way under Spencer’s arm, and you could tell the both of them were very comfortable seeing as they were dozing off. You reclined yourself against the back cushions of the sofa and tried dozing off yourself, using the background noise of the movie to help you fall asleep.

As you were finally slipping away, a specific text alert woke you up from your peaceful mindset.

“Oh no,” you mumble, reaching towards your phone.

Penelope Garcia: We have a case :(

It was already nine, your usual bedtime when at home and half of the household was already asleep. To your dismay, you extend a hand towards Spencer and run your fingers through his hair. You move your hand down to his cheek and run the pad of your thumb over his cheekbone. He slowly stirs and his eyelids flutter.

“Let me guess,” he whispers, bringing his hand up to hold yours on his face. “We have a case.”

“You are correct,” you smile sadly.

“At least we got to spend time with him today,” Spencer says, smiling down at Ethan. “I missed him, a lot.”

“I know you did,” you respond quietly. “I did too.”

“I wish we can just be like this all the time, but our jobs,” Spencer trails off.

“Our jobs get in the way of being with Ethan, but our jobs are also the biggest part of our lives, it’s who we are,” you say, trying your best to look on the bright side.

“I know,” he whispers. “Okay we can just tuck him in and then we can go.”

You eagerly nod and stand up from the couch once Spencer picks up Ethan. You follow him into the bedroom and rush over to Ethan’s bed to push back the covers so Spencer can put him inside. You send a quick text to his nanny, hoping she would respond and she does so minutes later with an “I’ll be right over.”

Ethan was tucked into his covers, his angelic features at rest. His breaths were soft and quiet and left through his mouth. His hair was sprawled out in all different directions once again.

“I think we should give Ethan a little sister,” you wonder aloud. You see Spencer do a double-take and then give you a bright smile.

“I think so too!” Spencer nods. “Although, statistically speaking, the odds of you having a girl are-”

“We are having a girl,” you interject sternly.

“We are having a girl,” Spencer repeats, nodding at the statement.

A/N

and that was daddy Spence ;D <3 sorry if it wasn’t that good but I still have all these other dad requests that I could do so this isn’t the last of father Spencer !

sweet love

Originally posted by theseoks

request: might be weird but could you do a scenario with being in a poly relationship with taehyung from bts and amber from f(x)? id understand if you don’t want to😅

author’s response: i had so much fun doing this! i hope you love reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it! thank you so much for requesting and i hope you have a good day!


otp(s): kim taehyung x amber liu x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 2,177 

synopsis: a nice home doesn’t always come with a side of romance and delicious bacon.


it was barely nine a.m when taehyung sleepily cracked open his eyes. russet pupils adorned with exhaustion started all over the soiled white ceiling, once again analyzing each and every crack building in the surface. taehyung had a habit of memorizing the shape of each crack and crevice when he had trouble drifting off to sleep, his legs snuggled beneath worn wool, his arm hanging over a pillow of smooth skin. sometimes when sleeplessness would only prevail to stretch its existence, his lips would find themselves marking unidentified shapes of flesh. swollen lips would languorously part with a small murmur of his name, but tired fingers would rake through his hair, coaxing his ministrations not to stop. to continue.

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May’s Gonna Love This

Request: Could i request a VERY fluffy Peter Parker fic where you and peter are just like really lovey quite often, and the rest of the avengers tease them about it all the time? The reader could also be part of the team if you would like. 

Warnings: None.

A/N: Btw, my inbox is empty *Winks awkwardly*

Originally posted by optimus-grimes

“Pete!” You called when Peter walked into the kitchen.

“Y/N/N!” He said as he speed walked over to you.

“Good morning!” You said cheerfully, handing him a plate of pancakes.

Thank you!” He quickly pecked your lips before going to sit down.

“Whoa!” You heard a voice from behind you, you turned around and saw Tony. “There’s other people in the room, dial it down a notch!”

You smiled and shook your head.

-Later-

“My feet!” You complained. “We’ve been walking for hours!!”
Steve reached into his pocket and pulled out a phone. It took him a couple of minutes but he finally figured it out. “It’s only been- ten minutes, Y/N.”

“Oh..” you giggled. “Well, my feet still hurt,”

“I mean, you really should have worn more practical shoes,”

You shrugged, “Oh whatever,” You continued your walk froward until you felt someone grab your waist. You shrieked and were about to turn around and give someone a black eye, when you realized it was Peter. You stopped walking for a moment, and when he got in front of you he leaned forward and stretched his arms out behind him. You giggled before hopping onto his back.

“Good thing I didn’t wear more practical shoes.”

-Even later brah-

“I’ll sit here-”

The Avengers were currently trying to figure out the seating for their weekly movie night.

“Thor don’t sit there! Y/N needs to sit next to Peter! I can’t imagine what would happen if they were separated for more than ten minutes.”

Peter blushed profusely and began to defend himself, but was interrupted when you walked in.

“Peter!!” You leapt onto the couch next to him and kiss his cheek.

“Hi,” He said smugly. You rolled your eyes and fake slapped him.

Once they turned on the movie you scooted closer to Peter, and he wrapped his arms around your waist. You were very close to falling asleep when you realized what he was really doing.You squealed quietly, and began to giggle.

“Stop!” You giggled. But Peter continued to tickle you.

“Spider-Man is the coolest superhero?” You said to him.

“Okay then.” He laughed and stopped tickling you.

By the time the movie was over, both you and Peter had fallen asleep. Only to wake up to all the Avengers crowding around, taking photos of you.

“May is going to love this!”


June/5/2017


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Stiles Stilinski Imagine- My Brother Ships Us

Anon- Hey can you do one where Scott is your brother and he totally senses that you like Stiles and has almost accidentally reveals it on multiple occasions and then finally he decides to throw a party (via Lydia probably) to get you two together?

Authors Note- I loved this request, hope you enjoy x

“Hey sis, where’s your spare phone charger?” Scott asked, barging into your bedroom like he did when you were little. “It’s 5am, thanks for waking me up asshole!” you retort, after checking the time on your phone. “It doesn’t matter Scott, I found it!” Stiles called, walking into your room. “Get out- both of you!” you shouted, covering yourself up with your blanket. Your brother stood still for a second, before glancing at Stiles with a disgusted look on his face, he then proceeded to grab him by the ear and drag him out of your room. “Weird” you shook your head and began getting ready for school. You walked downstairs afterwards, mainly because you heard Scott cooking breakfast. “I’ll have pancakes, extra butter” you said, sitting at the table and putting your feet up. “Already on it” he replied from the kitchen. “Yes?” you asked teasingly, after noticing Stiles staring at you from the seat opposite. “What? Nothing” he shook his head and stared down at his plate. There was a moment of awkward silence as both of your heart beats rose at the thought of being alone together. But as usual neither of you ever did something with that opportunity. “Whatever” you said, standing back up. You picked up his piece of toast and took a bite, before joining Scott in the kitchen. “Real mature Y/n!” he called after you. You simply flipped him off from over your shoulder and he couldn’t help but smile.

“I hate Mondays” Malia claimed, slouching back into her chair. “I know right, the weekend couldn’t come sooner” Scott agreed. “Speaking of which, what is everyone doing?” Lydia asked. “Nothing as per usual” you whined. “We could always go to the movies, the new star wars is out” Stiles suggested, staring at your expression that reminded him of a cute restless puppy. “I bet she’d love that” Scott mumbled under his breath, which of course you all heard. Lydia slapped him under the table to shut him up as you all stared at him. “What do you mean?” Liam asked, glancing at you smugly before staring back at your brother. You two always found a way to piss each other off playfully and he saw his opportunity and by all means he took it.”I erm just meant that she loves Star Wars” your brother tried to play off, while your slowly sunk into your chair. “I thought you said Star Wars was boring?” Malia asked in confusion, causing Kira to slap her under the table this time. “I meant as a group thing anyway, because that would be weird” Stiles laughed awkwardly, while rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, weird” you repeated, your cheeks rosy and your voice sad.

“Thank you so much for helping me host this, you’re a life saviour!” Lydia claimed, while pouring a few drinks and putting them onto a tray. “Its no problem” you replied, placing a straw and ice in each of the drinks after her. Lydia decided to throw a party to relieve any stress you all had, not to mention to carry out the plan her and Scott had devised. “Cute outfit by the way, I think I forgot to tell you” she approved. “Thank you, it’s new” you smiled, looking down at yourself. “Soo… who’s the lucky guy?” she asked, wiggling her eyebrows at you. “Huh? There isn’t one” you shrugged, picking up a tray. “Are you sure?” she asked, glancing at the guests that just strolled through the door. “Positive” you lied. “Well in that case, that boy over there has been checking you out for about 20 minutes” she discreetly pointed to a boy who was standing at the kitchen entrance. You turned around and noticed how he would take a sip of his drink and glance at you, before returning to the conversation he was in. You brushed it off and began to walk off with the tray. “No, No, No” she said, taking the tray off you. “He’s cute, go and talk to him” she demanded. “I cant- I promised to help you” you tried to excuse. “So I’ll help” Malia grinned suspiciously, then taking the tray off of Lydia. ”You’re not going to shut up until I go over there, are you?” you asked with a pout. “Nope” they said in unison. You groaned before grabbing two drinks and making your way over to him. Lydia and Malia stood and watched you with a smirk, before looking at the newly arrived guests that were making their way over to them.

“Hey” you smiled. “Oh hey Y/n” he said, disconnecting from his conversation. Upon closer inspection you realised it was a boy from your science class. “You looked like you could do with another drink” you claimed, handing him one of them. “Oh sure, thanks” he grinned, taking it from you. “Sorry if I interrupted anything” you said, glancing at his friend. “Oh no you weren’t, he was just leaving anyway” he claimed, it was clearly news to his friend. “Oh erm yeah, nice seeing you” his friend said, before walking away. You smiled and gave a small wave, before turning back around. “Who the hell is he?” Stiles asked bitterly. “Who?” Lydia questioned coyly. “That guy dribbling over Y/n” he said, as if he was disgusted. Scott, Stiles and Liam had just arrived and the timing seemed almost perfect, as if it was fait. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were jealous” Kira teased as Scott put his arm around her. “God no” Stiles scoffed. Scott and Malia both raised their eyebrows with a smirk as his heart beat rose. “What are we all staring at? Oh I see, Y/n and that guy” Liam said, joining the group in the kitchen. “Why, do you know him?” Stiles interrogated, ignoring the others. “He’s in our grade, all the girls seem to like him, but he seems to be really into Y/n” he replied bluntly. The others changed subject and talked, but noticed as Stiles stood staring at you for about ten minutes, while you were with the boy that had never bothered him before, that was now somehow his enemy. He managed to maintain his jealously while you drank and flirted with one another, but the second he began to lead your tipsy state through the crowd he had enough. He shoved his beer on the counter, “Y/n, Y/n!” he called, following after you. “Stilinski” you cheered, a little too happily. “Hey, hope I’m not intruding” he sighed in relief as he finally reached you. “You kind of ar-” the guy began saying, before Stiles cut him off. “So anyway, your brother needs you” he claimed. “What fo-” you began to ask, before he then cut you off. “Urgently” he added. You sighed and let go of the guy’s hand. “I get it, I’ll see you around” he said, before giving Stiles a harsh look and walking off. “Come on” Stiles said, gesturing for you to follow him. You grabbed onto his hand, causing him to turn and smile at you warmly, before proceeding to walk.

The two of you sat on the curb outside, in front of Lydia’s house. “Scott doesn’t need me, does he?” you asked, beginning to sober up as the air refreshed your skin. The thumping music and mix of voices blurred behind you. Stiles took his jacket off and placed it around your shoulders, “No” he finally answered. “Oh” you simply replied, a million thoughts running around your mind. “I really don’t know how to say this” you could tell he was nervous. “Then don't” you said, looking into his eyes, before glancing down at his lips. He leaned in, until his lips pressed against yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he followed, wrapping his around your waist; pulling you closer. When you pulled apart you rest your forehead against his, as you both smiled. “Oh shit, go back” you heard a voice from behind you. You broke apart, to see Malia, Lydia, Kira and Liam standing there. The three girls stood there like proud moms with excited looks on their faces. Liam looked horrified, as if he’d walked in on you naked or something. “This worked a little too well” Scott admitted, walking to join the others. “You planned this?” you asked, glancing at Stiles who was as equally confused. “Well, we were going to lock you in a room together. The whole jealous Stiles thing happened naturally” Malia spoke. “So you were jealous?” you teased, causing Stiles to blush and nod gently. “How cute” you claimed, resting your head on his shoulder. “So you don’t mind me dating your sister? That is, if you want to” he looked down at you. “I’ve wanted to for years” you claimed with a small endearing smile. “But nothing more than kissing and no sleep overs!” Scott quickly said, after smelling both of your mixed chemo signals. “For now” you mumbled so only Stiles would hear, forgetting about your werewolf brother and friends. “I mean it!” Scott exclaimed, as Lydia began to guide everyone back inside to give you both privacy. “How did everyone notice we liked each other, except us?” you laughed. “He must of heard my heart skip a beat every time I see you” Stiles said softy, stroking your hair. You sat up and stared at him, admiring every feature on his face as he did the same. “I hope this works” you mumbled, thinking of how complicated your lives got sometimes. “Don’t worry, It will” he said, pulling you into a hug. “Promise” you said, lifting your pinkie finger. “I promise” he said, linking his with yours. And by all means, he kept that promise.

Sorry this was kind of shitty I guess. Requests are closed for now and I have 20 drafts and none of them seem to be going anywhere, problems x

Adventures in Babysitting

So here it is! The sequel to THIS thing which was supposed to be just a prompt answer. I had several people ask me for a sequel and it still baffles me that you guys basically *want* to read my stuff (instead of me throwing it out there, hoping). If you prefer AO3, the second part will be HERE soon.

Now on with the story (more under the cut cause it’s really long)

The phone rings just as Mulder is about to leave his apartment. He stops, looks at his watch: 8.43 a.m. He and Scully never decided on a time last night, but he’s been on the road with her plenty of times. If they don’t have anywhere to be, if there’s no plane waiting, an autopsy or other extraterrestrial tasks, Scully likes to take her time. Mulder figures arriving just after 9 a.m. at her place should neither be too late, nor too early.

The phone keeps ringing, a nagging sound that makes it impossible to leave. What if it’s important? Yet, he doesn’t pick it up. Because what if it’s Scully? Telling him she’s changed her mind and she doesn’t want him to come over. He stares at the book in his hand, “I want to be an astronaut”, a gift for Hannah. The thought of not seeing her, of Scully pushing him away, is unbearable and so he just stands there and waits. Finally, his answering machine springs to life. Mulder braces himself, just in case. If it really is Scully, and who else would call him on a Saturday morning?, then he is just going to pretend he never got the message. It’s sleazy and selfish, but he feels no shame.

“Hello Fox,” Mulder frowns upon hearing the voice on his machine and he is glad he didn’t pick up the phone for entirely different reasons than fear, “It’s Diana. There’s this highly interesting case I found and I thought maybe we could spend the weekend looking it over. Spend some time together. I guess you’re out on a run so just give me a call when you’re back.” Mulder listens to the beep, then he quickly walks over to the answering machine, pushes a button and is on his way.

“Message deleted.” Chimes just as he closes the door behind him.

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About a Girl [2]

Originally posted by bangthebae

Part 1 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Final / Epilogue

Meet your new employer.


“Who are you and what are you doing in my home?”

You stared at the man like a deer in headlights. Was this Mr. Kim? “My name is Y/LN/FN.” You took a moment to bow. “I’m Jangmi’s nanny.”

“Hm,” the man seemed to relax a little, placing his hand on his hip. “I didn’t realize Jungkook had found someone.”

“That wasn’t you that I spoke to on the phone?”

He chuckled, “No. That was my assistant. He’s in charge of these kinds of things.” He turned to fill up a glass of water. “I don’t have time for these things. Incase you haven’t heard I tend to go through a lot of nannies.”

You felt a twinge of anger at his nonchalant tone. Being as that you were new, you pushed it aside to give him the benefit of the doubt. He might seem uncaring, but maybe that was only because it had been a long day. “Ah, I see. I thought your voice sounded different.”

“Did Mrs. Choi give you Jangmi’s schedule?”

“Schedule?”

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Divided - Pt.1

This is a direct sequel to Unexpected Guest.

Thanks to @mccoymostly for planting the little plot bunny in my head and being my idea bouncer and beta. If everyone likes this and wants me to continue, there will probably be two more chapters.

2,685 word(s) of - fluff, fun and set up

No warnings  -  Leonard x Reader


You shimmered onto the transporter pad of the Enterprise, sighing deeply as you stared at the grey walls now surrounding you. You were standing in the front yard of your house just seconds before, with the warm breeze in your hair and the sun on your face. You loved space and were excited to be back, deep down, but it was always hard to leave your home and the blue skies behind.

You made your way down the familiar halls to your quarters, keying in the code to get into your room. The doors swished open quietly as you stepped inside the room. “Ahhh my home away from home.” You spoke quietly into the empty room, as you took your bags to your bedroom and dropped them inside the door, vowing to get to them later.

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