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Baby Booties- Spencer Reid

Pairing: Spencer Reid X Reader

Imagine telling Spencer Reid you’re going to have his baby.

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Warnings: Fluff

Words: 1013

You took a soft breath as you looked at the sonogram that you had in your hand. You had always suspected that something was wrong with you when your period never showed up on time for the last few months. But you always thought that it was the stress of the job that you were in. Because you had missed periods before when it came to stress. This was the last thing that you expected though. 

You didn’t expect to be pregnant with a baby that belonged to your boyfriend Spencer. Someone that you kept a secret about as much as he kept you a secret. Neither of you wanted the rest of your friends to know that you were dating let alone sleeping with one another. 

But you now supposed that there was no reason to hide this from Spencer. You needed to tell him the truth and soon. What worried you was you weren’t sure if he wanted a baby with you or not. You could only hope that he did want the baby with you and remained by your side to raise the child that you created together. 

Your heart rammed in your chest as you carefully put the sonogram into your purse as you headed to your car. You had to come up with some way to tell him the exciting yet nail-biting news of the baby. 

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You carried a present into the BAU biting your lower lip softly worried that he might not like the surprise that you had for him, but you needed to show him. You had gone out of your way to make this box up to surprise him. You just hoped that he would be accepting of the pregnancy. 

You walked off of the elevator into the room seeing the workers bustling around making sure that their work was done for the day.

JJ saw you come in and walked towards you. “Y/N I didn’t think that you would be in today with your appointment with the doctor.” 

You smiled a soft small smile. “I didn’t think that I would finish in time either.” You admitted softly grasping the box a little tighter in your hands. “Where’s Spencer?” 

“I believe he went to get a coffee. He should be back shortly.” JJ looked at you slightly concerned. “You alright?” 

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You said softly looking at her. “Why wouldn’t I be fine?” 

“You just seem a bit…”

“I promise I’m fine JJ.” You said offering her a small smile knowing that she was rather worried about you, but you didn’t want to give away the surprise that you had for Spencer. You saw Spencer coming from the break room with his coffee in hand. A small smile came to your lips as you walked towards him. 

“Y/N… how did your appointment go?” Spencer asked with a concerned gaze that he tried his best to keep hidden from the other profilers in the room. 

You smiled softly seeing the love and adoration in his eyes. “It went fine.” You said softly as you carefully put the present down on the desk. “Got you something.” 

“Y/N you didn’t have to,” Spencer said slowly picking up the present off of the desk. 

“Oh, but I did.” You said coyly as you looked at him. “Just promise me you won’t think the worst?” 

“Why would I do that Y/N?” 

You bit your lip softly unsure of the whole thing. You could only hope that you were right on this whole thing. 

He slowly began to unwrap the box that held your surprise in it. He moved the ribbon off of it putting it down onto the desk before removing the lid. His brows pinched together when he was paper in it first. He slowly removed the thin paper to see a pair of baby booties. His brows pinched together as he carefully lifted them out of the box. “Um… Y/N… what are these for…” 

You chewed the inside of your cheek in worry. Perhaps he didn’t get it yet and that was something that worried you. “Keep going.” You said softly.

Spencer moved the booties to his desk before slowly taking out a white shirt that seemed like there was nothing on it. He carefully unfolded it and saw what it said. ‘Daddy of a baby genius.’ His brows pinched together as his head shot up to look at you. “Y/N… are you…” 

Your lips quirked into a small smile before nodding your head. “Yes.” 

Spencer put the box down not caring if anyone would see what happened next. He moved quickly towards you wrapping his arms around you before his lips met with yours in a sweet kiss. 

“Whoa…” Morgan said stopping in his tracks and seeing the two of you kissing softly. “Pretty boy got game.” He saw the shirt and let out a soft chuckle. “Alright, more game than I thought.” 

Spencer rested his head against yours softly. “That’s why you had been sick on some days.”

“I wanted to make sure that I was one hundred percent on this.” You admitted softly. “I am sorry that it took me so long to tell you the truth… I always had an inkling.” 

JJ looked at the two of you slightly gobsmacked. “Y/N is pregnant?” 

Spencer slowly looked at his best friend and nodded his head. “Yes…” 

“And how long has this whole thing been going on?” Morgan questioned pointing at the two of you wondering how long the two of you had even been together.

You looked at Spencer before letting out a soft chuckle. “Three years what in June?” You questioned looking at your boyfriend. 

Spencer’s cheeks flushed and nodded his head. 

“Oh damn… I owe Penny money now.” Morgan said with a groan.

Spencer laughed lightly knowing that there most likely had been quite a few bets made, but none would even make it this far of pregnancy. 

“No more betting Morgan, haven’t you learned, that Pen has a knack for these things?” You teased softly.

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5k Weekend Bash Drabbles

Masterlist for all my 5k celly drabbles in case you missed any! I'll be posting the rest of the drabbles soon so you can check this list for updates!

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BBF Drabbles:

How They Met

Beach Day

What If Jake Confessed

Jake's POV of The Fight

Prom

Emergency

Off Limits

N-O Spells No

Prom Part 2

Bonfire (working title)

Jake's POV of The Morning

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Doctor Doctor, Gimme the News:

The Plan

Altitude:

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Faking It:

Bradley's POV Before the Kiss

Less Talk:

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Fluffy Fall Fantasy, 8 with Bradley and Jake?

It's Nice To Have A Friend | Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw & Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Summary: Bradley and Jake comfort you after you have a bad day at work.

Content warnings: Men being trash (not Bradley or Jake, though), hurt-comfort

Prompt: Breaking down mid hug because they just needed this so much

This was written for my Fluffy Fall Fantasy event. Feel free to send in requests!

You loved working on base. Admittedly, the job that you got wasn’t the best because of the lack of openings and your “barely-there” qualifications, but you still loved being there every day. Well, mostly every day. You held a secretary-like position with Cyclone and the other admirals, which meant that you were the one who was mainly in charge of scheduling things for them, and you rarely messed something up. Cyclone must’ve been having a particularly bad day as he nearly threw your office door open and looked at you with a scowl on his face.

“You double-booked me at three, and I’ve gotta pick my son up from football at six,” he said. You always tried to be extra nice to him on days like this.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize-,”

“Right. No surprise there since it seems like you’ve forgotten a lot of things recently. Consider this strike one.”

“What?”

“If it happens again, you know, the forgetting things, that’ll be your last warning.”

You stood there slightly dumbfounded as he continued to lecture you about “forgetting things”. In reality, he hadn’t emailed you his calendar and you had no idea what was going on half the time. This type of thing never happened with Warlock or Iceman, they were always on top of their game, but Cyclone was different. A part of you always wondered if it was because he knew that his marriage was failing, but the other part refused to question any of it. 

Tears were brimming your eyes as he left the room, and you sat at your desk trying to get his schedule figured out again. Hangman and Rooster walked by your office just as you were finishing getting the meetings rescheduled. You hardly realized that you were borderline sobbing until Rooster gently plucked you out of your chair and wrapped his arms around you. Hangman joined in on the hug, finally giving you a sense of comfort in the hard day.

“What happened?” Hangman asked. You asked Rooster to close the door before taking a sip of your water and wiping your tears with a tissue. 

“Cyclone pretty much threatened to have me fired for ‘forgetting things’. I double-booked him and that’s what started it all, but I wouldn’t have double-booked him in the first place if he sent me his personal calendar. God, I’m just so fucking pissed. He didn’t send me his calendar but it’s my fault that I had to schedule those meetings for him.”

“Amelia has a few classes with his son. Apparently, he’s in the middle of a messy divorce. He had an affair and she caught him through the bank statements,” Rooster said.

“Amelia… told you all of that?” Hangman asked.

“No. She told me that Cyclone and his wife are getting a divorce. Warlock told me and Mav the rest.”

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh at that. There was something so sweetly ironic about Warlock being the one to spill the truth behind Cyclone’s divorce. Rooster and Hangman were happy that the news seemed to cheer you up at least a little bit, but they stayed in your office for as long as they could without getting in trouble.

“Hey, you wanna come to karaoke at The Hard Deck tonight?” Rooster asked.

“Sure.”

After a few drinks, you and Phoenix hit the stage, singing Bad Blood (Taylor’s Version), and it was only Rooster and Hangman who knew that the rendition of the song was secretly about Cyclone.

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Not on the first date

Relationships: John Watson x Fem!Reader

Content: fluff, a little assault but John is here for you

Summary: “Imagine John Watson protecting you because you are the next target on a case they are working on, but then he falls in love with you” from here @thefandomimagine + fake dating

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Note: What am I doing in this fandom…? Sorry if I write inconsistencies. It's been a long time since I watched the series and maybe John will look a bit like Bilbo.

One rainy afternoon, you went to drink tea at 221b baker street with Mrs Hudson, a long friend of your mother. Apparently, she had forgotten her shawl the last time she came to your mother’s house, and you had to bring it back.

Expect that after the tea, Mrs Hudson asked you to follow her outside her home. Despite your curiosity, you preferred to remain quiet. She led you to the top of the stairs in the same building. 

At her first knock on the door, nobody replied. The second time, they heard someone moving, and when she was about to knock a third time, the door opened suddenly.

 “Good afternoon, Mrs Hudson,” said a tall man that you recognise as Sherlock Holmes according to Mrs Hudson’s descriptions she already said about him. “Now is not a good time.”

 “I’m sure you have a little time for me,” she said with a lot of hope in her voice.

The old woman seemed to know how Sherlock was working since he let her enter. She beckoned you to follow her into what looked like a living room despite the clutter. While you were observing the place, the man didn't hesitate to look at you from head to toe before turning back to Mrs Hudson.

 “Sherlock, my dear, this young lady received a lot of menacing letters for months and nobody helped her. I have known her since she was a baby and I don’t want her to be hurt, or worse. Can you do something about it?”

 “Not interested,” he said honestly, shrugging. “It’s the police's job. Surely her ex-boyfriend.”

At the end of Sherlock’s sentence, another man walked in the living room from a corridor at the back of the room. He smiled at the sight of the old woman.

 “Good afternoon, Mrs Hudson,” he said with a smile before noticing you and nodding. “Good afternoon.”

You replied in the same cold tone he used for you while he sounded warmly with Mrs Hudson. Then, the blonde man resumed as he walked next to Sherlock.

 “Do you want some tea?” he asked with a smile.

 “No, thank you John,” Mrs Hudson replied politely. “We are not here for tea. I came with a case for Sherlock.”

At her answer, John looked attentively at you. His eyes weren’t as piercing as Sherlock, but they troubled you even so; strangely more than Sherlock. When the old woman resumed, his attention left you.

 “Please Sherlock, the police won’t help her and you know it,” she said, starting to lose her patience.

 “She doesn’t want help.”

Sherlock’s voice was exaggeratedly tired. He quickly earned a frown look by John, making him understand he was rude. But Sherlock didn’t care about it. Then, maybe it was because of Mrs Hudson’s look or maybe it was the idea of making her upset, be that as it may, he went back on his answer.

 “Very well, please sit down on that chair and explain everything quickly to us.”

Sherlock elegantly sat on an armchair and showed you a chair. John also sat down, noticing that you stayed where you were, as he looked at the chair, then to Sherlock. A long sigh escaped your lips before you talk.

 “He is right. I don’t need help.”

Your voice was cold, more tired than upset. You knew Mrs Hudson was doing this for you, but you didn’t need it. The letters would end at some point or another. 

 “Did you wait for me to accept just to refuse? No. Forget it, I already know the answer,” Sherlock took offence. “Just sit down and talk.”

 “I’m sorry,” you said as you couldn’t help but smile before his attitude. “No need to waste your time with me. It’s just some death threat letter. I’m sure I’m not the only one to receive some of them. My mother panicked and told Mrs Hudson.”

 ”My dear,” the old woman started as she walked close to you, stroking your upper arm. “I have never received any. This is not normal. Let’s talk to them about it.”

The discussion was going nowhere. Sherlock was clearly seeing you didn’t want to be here, but now he accepted it for Mrs Hudson, he didn’t want to give up. As for the old woman, she wouldn’t let you leave without you talking to them.

 “What about some tea?” John said while nobody listened to him as he stood up and walked to the kitchen.

You followed him with your eyes, a light smile on your lips. This man seemed to be used to this kind of thing. When he came back with two cups of tea, he gave one to the now upset woman and Sherlock who were augmenting together. They took it as if it was absolutely normal and continued to speak, like you were here.

Then, John came back from the kitchen once again with two cups of tea, one for you and one for him. A smile lit up his face as you accepted the cup with a shy thank you. You would be lying if you said that this man didn't leave you indifferent, but you hadn't come for that, right? You had only come to return a shawl by the way…

 “So, menacing letters?” John tried with a timid smile, unable to hide that he wanted you to know more about them.

 “Yeah, nothing serious. I think,” you replied as you sipped your tea. “M. Holmes must be right. It's surely my ex.”

 ”Why don't you believe that?” Sherlock asked as he walked to you and John while Mrs Hudsbon only looked at you.

 ”Well, my ex is not a bad person. I know he wouldn’t do that.”

 ”Another ex?” John asked, raising an eyebrow.

 ”Come on, John. She only had one long relationship that ended a few months ago. So, what is written in the letters?”

John frowned but said nothing, leaving you to answer him. While you were looking at your tea, Mrs Hudson joined you and stroked your upper arm again to encourage you.

 ”Well, it’s just letters with simple sentences like ‘You shouldn’t talk to him with such a cute smile’, or ‘The friend you saw you yesterday doesn’t deserve you’, or hm, ‘Stop wearing that dress or I would have no choice but to make it disappear with you’.”

Then, the silence made your eyes raise to them. Sherlock seemed to think, abandoning you to walk in a circle in the middle of the living room. Mrs Hudson smiled at you, stroking your back. John was looking at you with a serious glare. It was almost scary. When he noticed you started to be troubled, he looked at Sherlock as if he was talking to him by telepathy.

 ”Do you keep smiling outside or at work?” Sherlock asked, not stopping his circle.

 ”Yes,” you chucked despite the situation, your eyes turning to Sherlock, then coming back to John as if something about him calmed you.

 ”Do you continue to see your friend mentioned in the letter?”

 ”Yes, sometimes. He was talking about a colleague with whom I just go for a drink when we need to relax after work.”

 ”Do you still wear that dress?” he asked, turning toward you as if he already knew the answer.

A few seconds of silence raised the tension in the room. Even Mrs Hudson stopped stroking your back. You nervously looked at him. He was too serious for this kind of case, right?

 ”No,” you eventually answered. “I didn't want to provoke him…”

 ”Oh, dear,” the old woman sighed in a compassionate voice. “You should tell me sooner.”

 ”It’ll pass,” you smiled, shrugging. “It’s just a dress.”

John was about to say something as he put his tea on the table but Sherlock spoke first.

 ”It won’t. Wear that dress, go on a date, and the harasser will show up in no time.”

 ”Absolutely not, Sherlock!” John said in such a hard tone that you jumped. “He sent her death threat letters. He could be anyone. It’s too dangerous and you know it! ”

 ”It’s the fastest way,” Sherlock affirmed.

 ”What if he tried to kill me?” you asked, surprising John with your nonchalant behaviour. “Can’t we just let him or her, I don’t even know, forget me?”

 ”Did he forget you after all those months? No,” Sherlock confirmed it as if he was the harasser himself. “So, wear that dress and go on a date with John, he will protect you if you need it.”

 ”Wait, what?” John could only say at first, freezing his eyes on Sherlock. 

 ”Take her out for dinner and wait for her harasser to appear. A Saturday night would be good. Are you free next Saturday?”

 ”I’m not–” John started before Sherlock cut him off.

 ”Not you.”

Sherlock was waiting for your answer while you were still trying to understand everything he had said. This man talked too fast! They all looked at you impatiently.

 ”Yes, I’m free but–”

 ”Perfect! John, take her wherever you want, then take her home. That's it. You don’t need me anymore. I need to go now.”

In a few seconds, he took his coat and left the flat, leaving John with a face of incomprehension until you laughed.

 ”Sorry, dear. He is always like that,” Mrs Hudson tried to comfort you. 

 ”It’s alright. He’s fun,” you continued to laugh before calming and turning to John. “Don’t worry about it. I will manage it on my own. Enjoy your Saturday night like you planned it.”

Despite your reassuring tone, John didn’t smile. He looked at you seriously, then took his phone from his trousers.

 ”No, we’ll do as Sherlock said, even if it’s dangerous. Can I have your phone number… And your name? Oh god, we didn’t even introduce each other. I’m Dr John Watson,” he said with an embarrassed cute smile, holding out his hand.

 ”Oh, hm, I’m just Y/n Y/l/n,” you said, unable to hide your surprise knowing he was a doctor, as you checked his hand. “Are you sure about Saturday, because I can–”

 ”I’m sure,” he confirmed, still smiling until he realised he hadn't let go of your hand yet. “I’m, hm. If Sherlock told us to do that, we should do it.”

 ”You seem to have a lot of trust in him,” you smiled. “Well, alright. Let's plan a fake date during the week. I hope I won’t bore you too much.”

Hearing him laughing at your joke reassured you. The first impression of him was cold, but he seemed more kind than you thought. After exchanging your numbers, you went back home, trying to convince yourself it will just be a fake date to find your harasser. But no one has forbidden you to enjoy it, right?

.

During the week, John sent you several messages. At first, it was just to choose a restaurant together, then you both planned a whole afternoon together with a temporary exhibition in a museum and maybe going to watch a film if you have time. 

 ”John? Are you listening to us?” Sherlock sighed as they were in a murder scene while Inspector Lestrade was explaining what he knew. 

 ”Yes. Hm, no. I’m listening now,” John said as he put his phone away with a smile.

 ”I called you for ten minutes.”

 ”Oh, sorry. I was, hm, busy.”

 ”You’ll see her in two days. I’m sure she can wait half an hour before you answer her.”

John didn’t need to tell him, it was so easy for Sherlock to understand who he was texting. John avoided his glaze still smiling as he tried to focus now on the case even though he was still thinking of you. 

..

You missed not wearing that dress. It was one of your favourites and it was very comfortable. With comfortable shoes since you will go to an exhibition, you left your flat to join John who was waiting for you outside. 

Before opening the front door of your building, you checked your letterbox and found a new threatening letter as you used to receive: “I don’t know who you’re texting every day but you should stop it. Don't even think about dating it.” 

When you left the building, you looked around. John joined you with a smile, but he quickly noticed something was wrong. It was too bad because his smile was the best thing to forget what you just read. After explaining the new letter, you tried to smile, hoping that fake date won’t be too dangerous for you or for John.

 ”It’s a lovely dress indeed,” he gently said, making you blush and laugh with his exaggerated tone. “When we’ll find who is behind all those letters, you can wear it more often.”

 ”I hope so,” you shyly started, tucking a strand behind your ear. “Ready for our fake date?”

 ”Absolutely!” he confirmed it with a nod, reminding himself it wasn’t a real date.

Dating Dr John Watson was fun and interesting. Between his anecdotes with Sherlock, his remarks during the exhibition and his casual conversations, you didn't have time to be bored. The afternoon passed more quickly than you realised, as the dinner in a simple and cosy restaurant.

Despite trying to convince yourself it was a fake date, you had a good time with him and when he walked you to your place, you couldn’t help but feel disappointed. Of course, you didn’t show it, continuing to smile and laugh until you arrived in front of your building. Forgetting everything about the letters, John brought you out of your waking dream.

 ”Finally, nobody showed up,” he said, trying to look discreetly around. “Maybe it’s not a stalker. Just someone who sends letters. In truth, I’m glad nothing happened.”

I don’t want to see you hurt, almost escaped from his lips as his eyes came back to you with a smile. Now, you were both thinking the same thing: What should we do now?

Sherlock didn’t tell you what to do after that, or what if the letters’ writer didn’t show. 

 ”I hope he won’t try to kill me tomorrow morning,” you said in a laugh, trying to lighten the mood despite John remaining serious.

 ”Maybe we could try…”

John avoided your gaze as if he was to say something horrible. You give him time to speak again but he seems lost in thought.

 ”Do you want to provoke the harasser?” you said after understanding what he thought. “A kiss?”

His eyes immediately came back to yours, making you blush by their intensity. If only he was kissing you for another reason…

As he looked up and down several times from your lips to your eyes, you decided to do it yourself. As you slipped your hand on his cold cheek, you stepped toward him and kissed him softly, savouring his lips when you could. They were cold but so soft.

It was impossible to hide your embarrassment after that, so you avoided his eyes with a chuckle as you stepped away.

 ”Usually, I don’t kiss on the first date,” you joked, making John laugh too.

 ”Too bad, because it was sweet.”

John’s thoughts went out on their own and his cheeks turned very red when your eyes widened toward him. If you both didn’t hear the steps next to you, he could have said something, but it was too late. A tall man stopped next to you, looking at you with a furious expression. 

 ”Alex?” you asked, recognising the man who was working at the same place as you. “What are you doing here?”

You barely ended your question that John stepped quickly between you and the man. Nevertheless, he didn't react quickly enough. 

The knife Alex was holding had already hit John before he could stop it. Then, in a few moves too quick for you, he made him drop the knife and tackle him to the ground. Once he was holding him firmly and sure he wasn’t trying anything, he asked you to call the police.

.

After the police’s intervention which you had to go to the police station and back, John wanted to walk you home again. It was now late, but he left you no choice. So once you were in front of your building again, you didn’t smile anymore.

 ”I’m so sorry for what happened,” you sighed as you were rummaging in your bag for your keys. “I was stupidly hoping this won’t happen but…”

 ”It’s absolutely not your fault,” John said with a smile, trying to comfort you even though he didn’t know how to do it.

 ”At least, we’re not injured. It could be worse,” you finally laughed as you looked at him.

Your eyes eventually arrived on his jacket, at his upper arm. There was an opening, and your hand moved faster than your mind. As you touched his jacket now opened with a big opening, you gasped.

 ”Oh no, I'm sorry. I didn't see that his knife had cut your jacket. I'll pay you back.”

 ”It’s nothing. My job was to protect you, so I prefer it was that rather than you.”

Why was he so nice? Alright, how could you stay in contact with this man? 

When you were trying to find a reason to see him again, you realised his jacket that you were still touching was strange. You looked better at it and John winced a little.

 ”Don’t tell me he also cut your arm with his knife?” you exclaimed, your voice echoing in the empty night street. “You should tell me! Oh, I can let you leave like that. Follow me home, we'll disinfect it.”

Maybe John should remind you he was a doctor, but the opportunity to spend more time with you was impossible to refuse. He followed you inside your small but cosy home and in a quick time, you were both sitting on your couch. After he removed his jacket, he also removed a side of his shirt, showing a not so deep cut. 

You silently cleaned his wound and took care of it while John was looking at you. If you weren’t as much focused on his arm as you were, you could notice how his eyes were already full of love for you while you both knew each other for just a week. It was unthinkable, but his heart was beating on his own every time you were doing something for him; smiling at him, looking at him, speaking to him, even sending a message to him. 

Then, his hand raised up as he tried to swallow his saliva with difficulty. As you finished your bandage on his arm, you felt his fingers slipping on your cheek, stroking it gently. As you raised your head, a smile eventually appeared on your lips, warming John’s heart even more.

 ”Do you want to kiss me for real this time?” you asked, hoping you correctly understood him.

 ”Yes, please!” he hurried to say as if you could come back to your proposal.

Leaning to you, his lips easily found yours. This time you had the time to taste them. They were so delicious, warm, and soft. You could stay like this for hours.

When John put his other hand on your waist and he felt your warmth, he wanted to deepen the kiss but his phone rang for a short time. Too curious to know who was texting him at this hour, he stopped the kiss, looked at you with an apologetic, cute smile and took his phone. After reading the message, he put his hand under his chin and read it again.

 ”Is there a problem?” you asked, worried.

 ”No, it’s, hm. It’s Sherlock,” he laughed, finally looking at you. “He told me to stop kissing you and go home because he has solved our current case.”

Now, John wasn’t the only one to laugh. You had quickly understood his friend was special but you also found him fun, especially when you saw all the faces John did when he talked about him.

 ”Now that I think about it, I was surprised that he proposed this fake date…” Jon sighed, still smiling, understanding only now Sherlock did it on purpose.

 ”How about doing the opposite of what he asks for a short while?” you asked with a mischievous smile. “And then, join him, of course.”

John didn’t hesitate to drop his phone and kissed again, pulling you against him. Something in him wanted to stay like this with you, but at the same time he knew Sherlock was waiting for him. Reluctantly, he slowly detached his lips from yours and pressed his forehead against yours with a smile.

 ”No kiss on the first date, hm?”

 ”It seems I can make an exception for you.”

John chucked before kissing you once again. Then, in a hurry, he got dressed back. He walked to your door while he promised you a new date when his case will be done. A real date, this time.

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[winter-soldier-101]

I’m typing out the next part of (You Are Not Her Part 2) and I hope you al like it and let me know if you would like to be tagged.

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[imaginationintowords]

Since I decided to just not continue Speak Now for now, I posted an outline of what I had planned to happen:

Here is the link

Thank you to everyone for supporting my work!!! I truly appreciated all the love and support. Again I’m sorry for not finishing the story the proper way. Hope this outline gives you all the information you needed. If you have anymore questions regarding it just let me know :)

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[essiefreds]

I wrote this a couple of weeks back, after watching OutDaughtered on TLC. I don’t know if it could also turn into a series. Probably, if I wanted it badly enough. 

Obviously, the idea came from the show, and from this prompt over @thefandomimagine

I know y’all Steve Rogers fans are waiting on Part 17 of Step By Step, and she’ll come, I promise. I’m just... not sure when. So, hopefully, this tides everybody over? 

Word Count: 3442

Maria Grace Stark weighed three pounds, four ounces when she was born at thirty two weeks, two days gestation, which was very, very small. So small, in fact, that Tony was close to refusing to hold her, strictly because he was afraid of breaking her.

“She’s not going to break,” you’d told him, when the NICU staff told the two of you that she was healthy enough to be held skin-to-skin, about two weeks after she’d been delivered. “She’s a tiny human, and yes, she’s more fragile than a big human, but -”

“More fragile,” Tony said, cutting you off even before you could make a case. “That’s all I need to hear.”

You sighed to yourself, and looked at your daughter, who was currently nestled against your chest. Her eyes were closed, and you frowned a little, listening to how raspy her breathing still sounded. You didn’t say anything, because you knew that they would not have taken her off the big oxygen machine if she still needed it. The staff knew what they were doing; if they didn’t, Tony would not have let you have Maria at this specific hospital.

Still. It was worrying.

“She’s so small,” Tony said, and not for the first time.

You glanced up at him, and smiled slightly. “Smaller than your head,” you agreed.

In response, he’d stuck his tongue out at you, in a very non-CEO-of-a-company way. You chuckled, and Maria shifted, slightly. You glanced down at her again, just to make sure she wasn’t uncomfortable, but her tiny expression hadn’t changed. She was still fast asleep.

You relaxed, and glanced up at the ceiling of the hospital room.  

Her birth had been scary. Obviously. No one wanted to have a baby early, and it was even more terrifying for you, when you’d already dealt with a miscarriage. When you’d started to feel contractions about thirty hours before Maria was brought into the world, you panicked, which was something you weren’t supposed to do.

Unsurprisingly, Tony had been the level-headed one, calmly assuring you that things were going to be fine, that you were going to be fine, and most importantly, that the baby was going to be fine.

Still, that hadn’t helped when she’d been delivered via cesarean section, and you’d heard her struggling to breathe, even with how drowsy you were from medication. The tiny cries that came with each battle for breath were heartbreaking. She’d been so small.

And then she’d been taken away, hurried to the NICU instead of your arms, and you hadn’t seen her again until the next morning.

And then you’d only been able to see her through a plastic box, like she was some kind of precious piece of art in a museum. You weren’t arguing that she wasn’t precious, because she was… you only wanted to hold her, and you weren’t allowed to.

But then the second week had arrived, and you were given permission to hold her. Even though she was still small, she had gained several ounces since she’d been born, which put her at a healthier weight. She wasn’t eating the way she was supposed to, still, but the NICU staff assured that she was improving with every feeding. She was gaining weight everyday, at any rate, and that was good.

Still, even as you relaxed, Tony seemed to grow more worried. He confided that it was just because he wanted to get her home, but you wondered if there was more to it. Because he was stubborn, and you couldn’t handle the stress of a baby in the NICU and a moody husband, you did not pressure him into talking about it.

You had had a shaky start with Tony. The two of you had attended MIT together, and from the beginning, it was a battle for who would be the top of the class. In the end, neither of you had been, but that was just because you’d ended up wrapped up in one another, instead of your studies.

It was kind of strange; you hadn’t thought you wanted to marry Tony, ever. He did not seem the marrying type, and it had just… never been a plan, with him taking over Stark Industries, and you handling your own projects for different cancer research centers. You’d just assumed that you’d both be too busy to have a wedding, start a family, and for the first ten years or so after graduation, that was how it had been.

Until the two of you had taken a trip to Italy, and Tony had proposed during a private dinner at a small bistro. In the end, you hadn’t said no, and the wedding had taken place five months later, because you had not wanted it to be a lavish affair.

The first pregnancy hadn’t been planned, and the miscarriage had been unexpected. When Maria suddenly came into the picture, as a second pregnancy, both you and Tony had immediately decided to do everything you could to make sure she developed properly, and for the complete timespan that Mother Nature typically called for.

Sometimes, though, things didn’t work out the way that you hoped, despite how careful you’d been to follow both your OBGYN’s instructions, and every other tip that you received. It was confusing, though; sometimes, tips would contradict one another, one baby book would suggest one thing, while another suggested something else. It was hard, to know exactly what the best thing was for the tiny baby you were trying to protect and help grow.

So, when you’d started experiencing contractions two months before you were meant to, it was… not a great feeling.

But everything was good, now. She was being taken care of in the NICU, with the best staff that the hospital had to offer by way of neonatal care. She was going to be fine.

Even though she still had a breathing device on her face, and she was still being fed via a tube.

Eventually, you had to give her up, so that she could be returned to her incubator. Tony watched her get wheeled away, and then he turned to you.

“I feel helpless,” he said. “Like, I know there’s really nothing I can do, but let the people who know how to help her do their jobs, but… she’s my daughter. I feel like I should be doing something.”

“You’re not the only one,” you replied softly.

He reached over and slid his hand into yours, inhaling slowly. You ran your thumb against the back of his hand, wishing that there was more you could say to make things better.

The truth was, things wouldn’t be better, until you could take her home. Even then, there would always been the threat of something happening to her. Preemies were fragile; any little thing could eventually turn into a big thing.

“We’ll have eighteen years of taking care of her,” you finally managed, and you smiled slightly when Tony let out a chuckle in response.

“Yeah,” he said. “That’s true.”

Silence fell while you changed out of the hospital gown they had asked you to put on while holding Maria. Tony gazed down at the floor, clearly deep in thought. As you finished pulling down on the skirt of the sundress you were wearing, you looked at him.

“You okay?” He shook his head, after a moment, and you walked over to where he sat in a chair, placing a hand on his shoulder. You gave it a comforting rub. “What is it?”

“Just - everything, I guess,” he murmured. One of his hands lifted to wipe at his eyes, and the other one reached up to cover where yours was resting on his shoulder. “I just worry, about her now, about her later… did they tell you?”

“Tell me what?” you asked, frowning slightly.

Tony exhaled, shakily, and then he glanced up at you. “There’s a chance she’s going to grow up with asthma, because of how underdeveloped her lungs still are.”

“What? I thought things were on track.”

“I don’t know,” he sighed. “One of the nurses told me that they think she should be breathing on her own, sooner rather than later, but every time they try to take her off the machine, things go badly.”

You rubbed at the spot between your eyebrows, and Tony squeezed your hand. “I just - they’re supposed to help… help her develop, the rest of the way,” you mumbled. “If her lungs aren’t… aren’t growing, then what - what are we doing?”

Tony pulled you over until he could make you sit down on his lap. The two of you sat like that for a moment, him holding you, and you gazing into the middle distance, your thoughts with your daughter. You almost wished that Tony hadn’t told you what he’d learned, because now your nerves were frayed even more. Asthma was far from the worst thing a child could grow up with, but underdeveloped lungs could lead to a number of problems further down the line.

“Hey,” Tony finally said, softly, after several minutes had passed. He brushed his hand through your hair. “She’s gonna be okay. We can take care of her, no matter what happens.”

It was true, you could. You did not lack the resources to help make sure that Maria was as healthy as possible, even if she was faced with complications as she grew older. The notion of that, however, made you think about the parents with babies in the NICU that couldn’t take care of their kids, pay the bills that would come with care currently, and later on.

“We can,” you murmured, “and that’s good for us, but what about everyone else?”

The hand he had in your hair stilled. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, we can take care of our baby, but what about the parents who can’t take care of theirs?” You lifted your head from where it had been resting on his shoulder, to look at him. “I mean, no one chooses to have a baby in the NICU, and some people can’t afford it.”

Tony exhaled a breath. “I know what you’re getting at,” he said, “and maybe we can do something to help, but… can’t we talk about this after we have our daughter home with us?”

You relaxed, a little. At least he hadn’t immediately turned down the suggestion. “Yeah,” you said, smiling at him. “Of course.” You placed a brief kiss against his lips. “Thank you.”

“You should get home,” he said quietly in response. “You’ve been here all day.”

“I know.”

“Y/N, you need to go home and get some rest,” Tony said, his tone growing firm. “You’re already stressed; stressed and exhausted is not a good combination. The last thing we need is for you to get sick.”

He was right. If you wanted to be able to visit the following day, you needed to head home and relax, maybe even get some sleep.

“You’re staying here?” you asked him, moving off of his lap to retrieve your bag.

He nodded, standing up. “I want to. I can’t do much, obviously, but I don’t… I don’t want to leave her here alone.”

You managed a small smile for him, and walked back over to where he was. You kissed him again, and then hugged him. He held you close for a long moment. You closed your eyes, willing for time to pass quickly, so that neither of you would need to stay behind at the hospital for much longer. You willed for the day that you were able to take your daughter home to arrive sooner rather than later. 

The day did arrive, sooner rather than later, but only after you were informed by a doctor that Maria was at risk for developing something he referred to as bronchopulmonary dysplasia. Thankfully, he called it BPD rather than the other name it was known by: chronic lung disease. That name was just… too scary for you to hear over and over again.

He explained, and not for the first time, that Maria’s breathing problems were partially due to the underdevelopment of her lungs, and also to the fact that her body was unable to produce enough of the liquid that lungs needed inside of them in order to keep from sticking together when she exhaled. As such, oxygen was provided to her, in order to prevent such a case in which she was unable to breath for herself, and she was still breathing through a machine by the time that she was six pounds, four ounces, and big enough to go home.

Almost four months after she’d been born, you and Tony were able to bring your daughter home, along with a breathing machine that she would need to be hooked to at night. The nurses in the NICU had given the two of you a course on how to work the machine. You were glad that the two of you were handy with such things, because it made it a bit easier to understand how to use it. They’d assured that, after a check-up two months later, Maria would most likely be able to breathe on her own. You and Tony were both determined to make sure of that.

The first night was an experience. Although both of you were grateful to finally have her home, the stress of making sure that she was comfortable and all of her needs were met was grating. It did not help that sometimes, her breathing would sound like a wheeze, and you’d panic immediately, wondering if she needed her mask.

“Babe,” Tony said, more than once, “she’s fine. They said it might happen, remember? We don’t have to worry unless she starts to cry.”

You’d nod in agreement, and force your heart to stop racing.

Maria was a precious baby. She did not cry as much as you’d expected her to, and you thought that it was because it exerted too much of her energy. The doctor had also said that, because of how her heart had needed to make up for whatever work her lack of lung development created, she was a lot smaller than she should have been, for how long she’d been in the NICU, and how old she technically was.

As such, most of her energy was reserved for meeting all of her body’s needs, rather than for dealing with external issues. Because of this, you and Tony had to be on top of her schedule, both feeding- and bathroom-wise. Diapers were changed five times a day, and she was fed as often as possible, which had been recommended. Her lung problem made it more difficult for her to suck, which meant she did not eat as much during each feeding as a normal baby. As such, she needed to be fed more often, to compensate.

Which meant two middle-of-the-night feedings, instead of just the one that other parents dealt with.

You didn’t mind. How could you? She was home, and she was your daughter. You’d wanted her to be home for so long; there was no way you could be upset with any of the stress that you had to deal with because of her.

Tony felt the same, you knew, but you also knew that things were harder for him. He had a company to run, not that he really ran it, normally. Still, you knew that he needed time to himself; his brain worked too hard on a regular basis to be surrounded by people and other stressors at all times. It was something that you’d grown to accept about him.

When it came to Maria, however, you needed his help. He couldn’t disappear into his lab for hours on end on a daily basis. You needed him with you, present at all times. And it was wearing him thin. You could tell, just by looking at him. You also knew that he wouldn’t tell you so, because he cared too much about you, and about how much you were already doing without his help. He could be stupidly selfless when he wanted to be, especially when it came to you. In fact, you’d only ever known him to be truly selfless when it came to you.

And it was annoying.

About a month after you’d brough Maria home, you walked into the main room of your home in Malibu, to find that Tony was seated on the couch. Maria was cradled on his thighs, and he was clapping her hands together, gently, smiling down at her all the while.

You watched him with your daughter for a moment, grateful that he hadn’t seen you. It wasn’t often that he was alone with her; usually, he was the one to leave you alone, but only when you asked him to. You’d known that he would make a wonderful father, but seeing him in moments like this… well, it merely confirmed it. You were so incredibly grateful that he was the one that you were doing this with.

Eventually, he realized you were there. His smile softened, a little, as he met your gaze. “Hi,” he said. “Have a good shower?”

“Yeah, thank you,” you said, moving towards where he sat on the couch. “I needed it.” You settled down next to him, and rested your chin on his shoulder, one of your arms around his waist. The two of you gazed down at Maria for a moment in silence.

Her eyes were open, big and brown, just like Tony’s. She was looking around her, and you wondered what she could be thinking as she gazed around the space, saw the big windows, took in the sunlight. Her hair, which was growing in as a soft, dark fuzz, was a little disheveled. You reached over, and gently smoothed it down.

“She looks like you,” you commented idly, returning your hand to where it had previously been resting on Tony’s arm.

“No,” Tony said, grinning. “She’s too gorgeous; it’s all you.”

You chuckled, and then pressed a kiss to his temple. “We need to feed her,” you said.

“Ah.” Tony immediately started to slip his hands beneath her, in order to pick her up and transfer her over to you. You shook your head, however, and moved away from him, standing up. He blinked at you.

“You’re gonna feed her.”

He frowned. “No?”

“Yes,” you retorted, and you moved away towards the kitchen before he could argue further. As you walked into the darkened room, the lights came on, and you smiled when you saw that the bottle warmer that sat on one of the counter tops was already on, waiting.

“Thanks, JARVIS,” you said to the AI that helped run the house, and Tony’s lab.

“You’re welcome, madam,” the British voice responded. “I’d like to congratulate you on remembering this feeding time without a reminder.”

You smiled, retrieving one of the prepared bottles of breast milk from the fridge, and carrying it over to the bottle warmer. You set it down, and then set the timer for thirty seconds. “It ingrains itself, eventually.” The timer went off, and you pulled the bottle out again, shaking some of the formula onto your hand. It was warm enough. “Is he panicking?”

Immediately, a screen appeared on the wall in front of you, showing you black-and-white footage of the living room. Tony was holding Maria in his arms, now, had moved a pillow beneath his elbow in preparation for the feeding.

“Good,” you said, more to yourself than to JARVIS.

“He does seem to have adapted well to parenthood,” the AI replied all the same. “It’s quite impressive. I wouldn’t have expected it of him.”

“Can you expect things of him?” you queried. The silence that followed the question was telling enough. “Right.”

You carried the bottle back into the living room, and you passed it off to Tony. He held it for a moment, glancing between it and you. You offered him an encouraging nod, and he sighed, before he lifted the bottle, and held it towards Maria.

Immediately, she latched onto it, and you listened as she hungrily sucked down the formula that was inside of it. She was improving. That much was obvious. She did not wheeze as often, and the coughing that sometimes followed an eager feeding had stopped happening. You’d seen progress happen in the NICU, but you hadn’t thought about what it would be like to see it at home.

For a moment, you allowed yourself to think that things might eventually be normal.

#drabble #tony stark drabble #marvel drabble #tony stark #jarvis #marvel #reader x tony stark #tony stark x reader #thefandomimagine #preemie #outdaughtered #history has its eyes on queue

[averil-of-fairlea]

Pendulum

Based on: Imagine having to choose between T’Challa and M’Baku  from @thefandomimagine + Imagine coming to Shuri for advice from @pocsuperheroimagines. || A million thanks to @siancore @nina-sj and @theimaginesyouneveraskedfor​ for beta reading || More love-triangle fanfic (based on“The Hobbit”):  Too Hot (Parts 1, 2 and 3),  The Good Fight, and Two Promises (Parts 1 and 2) || Masterlist

M’Baku is standing near an enormous stone fireplace, commanding his feast hall with an authoritative stance. Guests head toward a long harvest table, fastidiously carved from a expansive tree trunk with thick branches for support. 

A rainbow of vegetarian dishes is served on wide leaf beds and placed on etched wooden platters in a row down the center of the table. A savory, squash-based soup in a large hollowed pumpkin is the star of the table.

As beautiful as the setting is, M’Baku cannot hide his disdain for this gathering. You’ve known it since your arrival two months ago: the leader of the Jabari tribe is clearly a reluctant host of the group you are part of. You and the others in your party, representatives of a number of countries, have been invited by King T’Challa himself to participate in a foreign outreach program, established shortly after his announcement at the U.N.

How in the world T’Challa convinced M’Baku to get involved with building new bridges between nations, you will never know.

At least on the surface, the two men are vastly different. Yet they are of one accord when it comes to protecting what they love: family, friends, citizens, land. You admire them both for their conviction and loyalty.

While everyone takes seats, you take notes. M’Baku is flanked by an advisor on one side, sharing the delegates’ itinerary on a sheet of paper, and a member of King T’Challa’s council on the other, trying in vain to get him to look at the same information on her vibranium-powered tablet instead. He looks annoyed.

“Why do they require so many meals?” Shaking his head at the paper itinerary, M’Baku doesn’t even try to whisper. He launches into rhetorical questions that everyone can hear. “Are they working with their hands all day, or on the water? What tasks are these foreigners doing during their visit that call for constant food?”

You stifle a laugh, loving how M’Baku expresses his intolerance for stupidity and wasted time through exasperated commentary. Honestly, that’s what you’ve come to like most about him.

Liar! You like a whole lot more than that. He and T’Challa both have captivated you, and they’ve shown undeniable interest in you, too. Neither of them gives anyone else the smoldering looks and intentional brushes against the hand when passing, or engages in profound discussion as they do to you. You get the feeling that all this attention may lead to an invitation for some romantic one-on-one time. What you don’t realize is that it will happen today.

M’Baku finally takes his seat in an oversized wooden chair. Its height and breadth - like the man himself - state the obvious: he is in charge. As you sip your soup, you start to wonder about other ways he takes command, and the heat of your thoughts causes you to stop mid-slurp. M’Baku calls you by your first and last names, and you snap out of your daydreaming at hearing his deep, assertive tone.

“If you don’t like the soup, there are at least fifteen other meals you and your friends can look forward to today,” he says.

Scattered, nervous laughter skips around the table at his exaggeration. You smile and dab the corners of your mouth with your napkin.

“Everything is delicious,” you answer truthfully.

“Then why do you look troubled?”

More like horny. You wave it off. “I just have something on my mind. I’m fine.” Vague but true. You take a long sip, then slowly raise your head to meet his mesmerizing gaze.

“Leave us,” M’Baku says suddenly. The guests and advisors rise quickly and without question or fuss.  

M’Baku exchanges a few words with T’Challa’s council member, who then gives you an assuring nod and smile. She leads the delegates around you toward a vestibule. “We are going to the lab for the tour. Your transport will be here momentarily,” she whispers before exiting.

Once the room is cleared, M’Baku waits a few moments before speaking. He leans back in his great chair, his index finger sliding across his bottom lip. Your imagination soars again.

“You are unlike the others,” he says at last.

“How so?” you ask, genuinely curious about his assessment of you.

“They are terrified of me. They scurried like mice the moment I opened my mouth.” He gestures toward the chairs where the other delegates sat. “But you show respect, not terror. And yet….” He pauses again and gives the slightest hint of an amused smile. If you blink, you’ll miss it. “You are trembling. In fact, you have done so every time we’ve met.”

Out of nowhere, it feels as if an oven has been turned on your face while the rest of you fights off the shiver he’s just pointed out.

“It’s probably the change in weather,” you suggest, unconvincingly. “I’m chilly.”

“How does that explain when you’re in the heat of the day?”

You hold your breath for a second, trying unsuccessfully to think of a quick comeback that actually makes sense.

“I can’t explain it,” you concede. It’s a relief to stop pretending you have all the answers.

“I can.”  

M’Baku rises from his chair and you do the same, feeling the butterflies unleash in your belly like never before around him. Once you’re standing, he moves closer.  You’re finding it hard to breathe.

“Join me here later tonight, and I will tell you,” he says, just as his adviser briefly peeks in to announce your ride back to the lab is waiting.  

Another second alone, and you might have been in his arms.  

“We will talk and sit by the fire, away from any chill,” M’Baku says, walking you toward the vestibule, “then we will see if it is still the weather that makes you tremble, or what I suspect.”                    

                                                        ***

A few hours later, a soft knock on the door of your guest quarters in King T’Challa’s palace tears you away from a book that doesn’t interest you much, but keeps your mind off your emotions. The king announces himself. At hearing his voice, your heart races as you move from the bed to the door and open it for him.

Clothed in a black tunic with intricate white-thread detailing down the center as well as coordinating black trousers, he enters with a smile and swagger.

You bend at the waist in reverence, noticing as you stand upright that he has something in his hands: it appears to be a blend of a metronome and a pendulum.

“It’s beautiful.” You already know there’s something special about it. Everything and everyone here is.

The king nods and his smile widens. “Yes. Shuri designed it, at my request. For you.” He places it with care in your hands. 

“Thank you…” The words don’t seem to be enough. It’s lighter than it looks, with its dark silver body and softer scrollwork accents framing the brilliant vibranium orb. It slides from side to side, a circle resembling the sparkling blue ocean at sunrise. You gaze into the blue glow.

“There is a most perplexing song you listen to - I hear you playing it when you are in our library.” He blinks, and his luscious lashes flutter as he points to the iPod on your bed. You know the tune he’s talking about.  

“Oh, that song is a mess,” you say, laughing. “It’s jumpy, but I love it.” You had no idea you’d been playing it so loud that he could hear it - or that he’d been observing you.  

T’Challa holds a finger up and his eyes brighten. “That is the one! The beats are irregular, to say the least.” He smiles that lopsided smile, as uneven as the rhythms you love. “Shuri found the song for me. She was also intrigued with the rhythm, and she was inspired to design this machine - with a little push from me, that is. It works like a metronome in that it can keep a beat. But this one can follow any beat in any piece of music, no matter how varying.” He moves in closer to you and runs his finger along the curved edges of the device. “It only needs to take in the tune for a few seconds, and it can predict the outcome of the song. It’s very intuitive.”

“It reminds me of a pendulum, too,” you say, looking from T’Challa to the object. The beauty of both hypnotize you.

He nods with a grin. “It has the properties of a pendulum as well. That is what Shuri prefers to call it.”

The king starts talking about wider applications for the metronome-pendulum hybrid. As he speaks, you can’t help but gaze at his supple lips, his neatly trimmed facial hair, his broad shoulders. That sensual imagination of yours could win awards.

“Is that a ‘yes’?” he asks.  

Embarrassed, you have no clue what he’s talking about. You were so busy checking him out that you missed something. Fortunately, he sees your confusion and graciously repeats his proposal.

“A late night walk through the gardens after dinner, around 10. I will meet you in the conservatory.” He smiles that smile again.

Completely caught off guard, you set the pendulum atop a mahogany cabinet. You don’t want to refuse him, but you feel it’s only right to let him know you might be busy later. “I would love to, King T’Challa, but -”

“Please,” he says, holding up his hand for a moment. “I am not so formal.”

“T’Challa.” You breathe his name effortlessly. Any awkwardness you thought you’d feel from dropping his title is nonexistent. “I might have another engagement tonight.”  

He looks off for a moment, thinking, his face expressionless. “I do not remember anything so late on the itinerary.”

You glance at your shoes before explaining: “It isn’t part of the itinerary.”

Now he has an expression: curiosity, a hint of disappointment, followed by what can only be described as acceptance.

“I see,” he says, slowly nodding. “M’Baku. I was told he ended the lunch early to have a word with you.”  

That oven-on-your-face feeling returns. “If I go tonight, we’re just going to chat.”  

T’Challa chuckles. “Chatting is not something I would associate with M’Baku,” he says, “but perhaps you have changed him.” He looks deep into your eyes. “You have that effect on me as well. I am all the better for knowing you.”

You could honestly melt into a puddle right there. You truly hope you haven’t hurt him.

“Well, you still have several hours to decide,” T’Challa says.

“Decide?”

“Where you truly want to be.”

You gulp noisily, sure of only one thing: two remarkable men desire your company tonight, and spending time with either one of them would be an honor.

T’Challa takes a few steps back toward the door.

“I look forward to seeing you later,” he says, then utters your name. It’s never sounded so sweet.

                                                     ***

After that visit, you can’t get back into your book. You need guidance. So, accompanied by a guard, you visit Princess Shuri’s impressive lab, where she’s tinkering with small, floating gadgetry that probably has enough power to melt the world’s ice caps. The guard announces you, then excuses herself. A bright smile lights up the princess’s face

“Here for another tour?” she asks.  

You walk in but keep your distance, not wanting to disturb her concentration. “I was just wondering about your work. I hope I’m not interrupting.”  

“Not at all.” She beckons you to stand by her, and you do.

“What is it you would like to know?” Shuri asks.

“Do you have an invention that can help people make decisions about...feelings?” You can’t think of an easier or less pathetic way of asking it.

She laughs. “That’s what your mind and heart are for.”

“That’s the problem. I don’t know which to follow.”  

“Does this have anything to do with T’Challa?” She smiles, then touches the small gadget with a slender, stylus-like instrument and it makes a buzzing sound.  

“Um...“ You don’t know how much you should reveal. This is T’Challa’s sister, after all.

“You don’t have to answer that,” Shuri says. “But tell me this: which is speaking louder, heart or mind?” Her are eyes still on the tech but she’s 100 percent listening to you.

“They’re both equally loud. I go from one to the other, back and forth.

“Sounds like a certain gift I made at the request of my brother,” she says with a wink.

“It’s gorgeous. Thank you.” 

Shuri puts down her instruments and focuses on you. “You are welcome. But back to your problem. Relax and think. Which makes you happier: what you’re hearing from your heart, or from your mind?”

She’s looking at you with such intensity that you swear she can see your thoughts. You close your eyes and consider her question. Two answers catch in your throat, competing to be uttered. But only one emerges victorious. Finally you understand; finally you see. Your smile tells the princess you’ve figured it out.

“You see?” she says, beaming. “You don’t need a lab invention to make a choice for you,” she says. “You just need courage.”

“I hope you mean liquid courage.”

“Liquid courage is deceptive!” Shuri says through a laugh. “You must find your own courage, and trust it.”

                                                       ***

Standing at the entrance of the appointed meeting place, you take a deep, cleansing breath. Peace and excitement simultaneously wash over you as you knock twice firmly on the door.

You’ve sent word to the man you won’t be meeting that you are unavailable, with your sincerest apologies. You still consider him nothing short of amazing. But he is not the one you’re drawn to. Your courage has told you so.

The door opens, revealing the handsome face behind it.  

#black panther #t'challa #king t'challa #m'baku #thefandomimagine #pocsuperheroimagines #love triangles #my gifs

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Younger Swann- James Norrington

Pairing: James Norrington X Reader

Imagine being Elizabeth’s younger sister and falling for James Norrington.

Warning: None

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Words: 325

You hadn’t expected your feelings for the man who had the love for your sister to be the one that you wanted to be with. You never thought that he would see past that. You thought that perhaps he would go to you since you were also a fine woman as well. But sadly that wasn’t the case when she made her choice to be with William who the two of you had rescued years ago. 

But here you were standing before him with him on the ground after being thrown out of the pub in Tortuga drunk off his ass. You slowly moved forward touching him softly on the cheek. “James.” You said softly. 

James looked up at you through blurry eyes. “Y/N…” He said softly leaning into your touch. 

“What happened to you?” You asked softly. “You could’ve just let him go…” You stoked his cheek softly. 

“What are you doing here?” He questioned slowly coming out of his drunken stupor. 

“I came with Elizabeth.” You said softly as you helped him up to his feet. “She is searching for Will.” 

“You should be home…” 

You shook your head. “No…” 

“Why not.” 

You let out a breath looking up at him. “Home isn’t much of a home.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Beckett is in control at the moment. He wishes to see us hanging…”

“Because of Sparrow.” He grumbled out. 

You let out a breath and nodded your head. “But I couldn’t stay…” 

“Why?” 

“Because you’re not there.” 

James looked at you with a confused gaze. “What?” 

“It doesn’t feel the same without you.” You said softly pressing a soft kiss against his cheek. 

“Y/N…” 

You gave him a shy look knowing that it wasn’t your place to place a soft kiss on his cheek. You weren’t his woman or anything like that. 

“This is improper.”

You looked down feeling a pang in your chest. Did he not feel the same?

#Elizabeth Swann #James Norrington/Reader #James Norrington #pirates of the caribbean #one shot #thefandomimagine #imagine

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Are You Crazy?

Pairing; Indiana Jones X Reader

Imagine Indiana taking care of you after you get hurt protecting him.

Warning: Getting shot, wound care

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Words: 364

A loud gunshot was the last thing that you could remember before your world went up into darkness. You had been on a case with Indiana, and you had gotten in the way of a gun that was aimed at him. You had grown to care for him as you worked on many cases in the past. You weren’t about to have him be shot. 

A soft groan left your lips as you slowly came to. Your eyes fluttered open to see Indiana at your side working on your wound rebandaging it up. 

“Take it easy.” He said softly looking at you with a concerned gaze on his face. Something that shouldn’t ever be on his face. It was like he was trying to figure out why you had gotten in the line of fire. 

“I’m okay.” You lied softly knowing that the wound hurt like a bitch but you weren’t about to give him the satisfaction of knowing that it hurt. 

Indiana gently pushed you back in the bed to make sure that you didn’t try to sit up. “You shouldn’t have taken that bullet for me.” 

You let out a soft chuckle before letting out a hiss. Shit even laughing hurt. You would have to be more careful with that. 

“See that hurt didn’t it.” He said shaking his head softly as he leaned back in his chair rubbing his face softly. 

“Better me than you don’t you think?” You asked softly. 

“No…”

“It’s because I’m a woman isn’t it?” 

“That’s not it Y/N.” He pointed out rather gruffly as he got the glass of water for you to drink after carefully sitting you up against your pillows. 

“I’ll be right as rain soon enough.” You pointed out softly to him offering him a small smile as you went and carefully grabbed the water that he held in his hand. 

“You’re lucky you know that?” 

“How so?” 

“You could’ve had a lot more damage.” He pointed out as you took a few sips of water. “But Y/N promise me something.” 

“What’s that?” 

“Never do something like that again. I don’t know what I would have done if I lost you.” 

#Indiana Jones #Indiana Jones/Reader #thefandomimagine #Oneshot #imagine

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Just Blurt It Out- Bucky Barnes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Imagine Bucky telling Steve that he’s in love with you, only to realize that you were standing behind him the entire time. 

Warning: None

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Words: 616

You had always been friends with Bucky since he came out of his Hydra-induced killing sprees. You had grown to like the man and learning more about him. You were even someone he confided in beside his best friend Steve Rogers. You were walking into the kitchen area of the Avenger Tower when you heard the soft commotion of Steve talking with Bucky. You bit your lip wondering what they could be talking about in such a hushed manner in the kitchen no less.

“Steve I need to tell you something to get your opinion on,” Bucky said to his friend with blue eyes glittering with a bit of concern in them. 

Steve looked at his friend slightly concerned. “You know you can tell me anything Buck,” Steve said putting his hand on his friend’s shoulder and squeezing it. 

Bucky fidgeted slightly wondering how to even put it into words. “What would you do if you liked someone?” 

You froze for a moment. Did Bucky like someone? That was new to you since you had become his friend. Your heart shattered slightly wondering who it could be that he could like.

Steve’s brow raised slightly. “I admit the truth and talk to them.” 

“Steve this is so different than what I am used to…” Bucky said running his hand through his hair. “I’m never this nervous to talk to a dame.” 

“Who do you like Bucky?” 

Bucky shifted his weight on his feet slightly knowing that he needed to tell his friend the truth of whom he liked. “Y/N.” 

Steve blinked a few times not expecting that from his best friend. “You mean our Y/N?” 

Bucky swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded his head. “She makes me happy Stevie…” 

“Why can’t you tell her?” 

“I don’t know what it is about her… I’m so nervous around her when I try to say much of anything. I can barely keep my cool when it comes to talking to her about training and whatnot… She’d think I’m some sort of sick bastard for liking her.” 

Steve let out a hum in thought before seeing you standing there like a goldfish opening and closing your mouth in shock. “I don’t think that she’d think that Buck. She’s a good girl. She’d understand your feelings for her.” 

“But Steve…” 

You dropped the glass that you had in your hand causing Bucky to turn around.

His eyes widened in shock seeing you standing there. “H-how long were you there…” He asked his cheeks flushing bright red in embarrassment. He couldn’t believe you were there and he was afraid that you had heard everything that he said about liking you. He knew that there was no way to take it back. 

“I…” You began to fluster some as you tried to get your words to form so you didn’t seem like an eavesdropper. 

“How much did you hear?”

Your cheeks flushed even more. “A-all of it.” 

Bucky swallowed the lump in his throat. “I’m sorry you shouldn’t have heard any of that.” 

You moved forward towards Bucky putting your hand on his flesh arm. “Bucky… I know you didn’t want me to hear it, but I am kinda glad I did.” You said softly. 

Bucky searched your eyes in hopes that this wasn’t going to be a cruel joke on him. He hoped that you felt the same way.

“I like you too.” 

Bucky felt the weight off his shoulders. The girl that he liked, liked him back and that was a good thing.

You leaned up and pressed your lips against his scruffy cheek. “You could’ve come and told me anytime and I wouldn’t have judged you.”

#Bucky Barnes/Reader #Avengers #Bucky Barnes #Steve Rogers #oneshot #thefandomimagine #imagine

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Our Baby- Tony Stark

Pairing: Tony Stark X Reader

Imagine showing Tony the first ultrasound of your baby.

Warnings: Fluff

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Words: 537

You sat in the car as Happy drove you back towards the home that you shared with Tony. You had kept something secret from him and knew that he had been trying to figure out it for days, but hadn’t come close to figuring out what you were hiding. And you were kind of thankful that he hadn’t figured it out. 

“Miss Y/N.” Happy said as he looked back at you as he drove through the rearview mirror. “Was everything alright at the hospital?” 

Your lips quirked into a small smile as you looked up at Happy. “Yes, everything went fine.” 

“Nothing bad?” He asked rather hopeful that nothing bad had happened to you. 

“Just a normal thing Happy.” You said softly as he pulled up outside of the home. You slowly went to get out of the car. “Thank you for taking me Happy.”

“Any time Miss Y/N.” 

You smiled softly as you got out of the car and waved to Happy before slowly going inside. “Tony.” You called out looking around for your boyfriend. You let out a breath when you didn’t hear anything from the man that you loved it gave you an idea of where he was at. You slowly walked towards the basement with your purse in hand. You walked down the stairs slowly to the doors that lead into the lab area of the basement. 

You opened the glass door to see Tony working on his suit. “Tony.” You called out softly. 

“Y/N…” Tony said as he stopped working on his suit. “Where you’ve been?” 

“Happy just brought me back from the hospital.”

“What?” He moved towards you with a worried gaze on his face. “What… are you alright?” 

“Breathe Tony. Breathe.” You said softly stroking his cheek as he got close to you. 

Tony took a big breath looking at you with a worried gaze. 

“I’m fine Tony.” You said softly as you reached into your purse. “I have something to show you though.” 

“Show me?” 

You nodded your head as you pulled out a paper before slowly handing it to him. 

Tony blinked a few times looking at the picture that you gave him. His brows furrowed together. “What…” 

“Come on Tony.” You said softly. “You’re a genius you know what it is.” 

Tony looked at it a bit closer before his eyes widened looking up at you.

You smiled a small smile. “Surprise.” 

“We…”

You nodded your head slowly. “Yes… We’re pregnant.” 

Tony wrapped his arms around you pulling you into a hug that wasn’t a bone crushing one. “Wow…”

“I know we weren’t planning this…”

“Y/N.” He said softly against the side of your head pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “I know we haven’t talked about this but this is something that I want with you.”

A soft smile came to your lips. You were glad that Tony was behind this. “I really thought that you would faint on knowing this.” 

Tony let out a soft chuckle. “Well… perhaps when our little one makes his or her debut maybe we’ll have a different story.” 

You leaned up and kissed him softly on the lips. “I love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

#Tony Stark #Tony Stark/Reader #Happy Hogan #thefandomimagine #imagine #oneshot

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Yule Ball Date- Cedric Diggory

Pairing: Cedric Diggory X Reader

Imagine Cedric asking you to be his date at the Yule Ball.

Warnings: Fluff

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Words: 658

Everything was a whirlwind during this time of year. Usually, if it was a normal school year most kids at Hogwarts would be getting ready to go home for the Christmas break. But this time around it was completely different with the Triwizard Tournament going on. 

But boys were trying to get up the courage to ask their favorite girl out to the ball something that most boys had problems with and it wasn’t easy to ask someone you liked out. 

You were with your fellow housemates talking amongst yourselves happily. 

“Oh, I can’t help but wonder who will ask me…” Your friend said waving her hand as she leaned against the wall with a small happy smile on her lips. 

“You always wonder that. You are hoping for one of the seventh years to ask you.” Your other friend said shaking her head. 

“A girl can dream, can’t she? Who asked you by the way?” 

“One of the handsome Drumstrang boys did.” 

You let out a soft chuckle. 

“Y/N who do you hope asks you to the Yule Ball?” Your first friend asked looking at you with a curious gaze. 

“Anyone in particular in mind?” 

You shook your head lightly. “No, honestly I’d be glad if someone asked me.” You admitted softly as you gripped your books close to your body. But there was someone that you hoped would take you to the ball. A handsome 6th year Hufflepuff who was the Champion of Hogwarts well besides Harry who was a last-minute add-on for some reason. 

“Oh, I think I know who she is thinking of.” Your second friend said letting out a giggle. 

You looked at your friends with wide eyes wondering who your friend thought that you would want to ask you. It wasn’t obvious that you had feelings for Cedric Diggory. It was something that you kept close to your chest and you wouldn’t admit it out loud to anyone. 

“You’re thinking maybe one of the champions might ask you.” 

You let out a breath as you saw Cedric walking by carrying his books. You bit your lip softly as you watched him before turning your attention back to your friends. “I’m pretty sure all of them were already asked or have asked. So I’m not getting my hopes up.” You pointed out easily to your friends. 

“Hello, Cedric.” The two girls said with a smile to the sixth-year Hufflepuff. 

“Hi.” He said softly as his eyes landed on you. “Do you girls mind if I borrow Y/N for a moment?” 

Your friends giggled. “No of course not.” They said before leaving the two of you alone. 

You looked up at Cedric with pinched brows wondering what he could want with you. “Did you want something, Cedric?” You asked curiously looking at him through your lashes. 

“I um… yeah I did.” He said softly offering you a small smile. 

“What is it?” You asked softly wondering what could have this poor man in a bundle of nerves. You could tell that he was rather nervous about whatever he was going to try and say to you. 

“I, um… I wanted to ask you something.” 

“Sure…” 

“Would… would you like to go to the Yule Ball?” 

“Yes… I would…” 

“As my date.” 

Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment. You didn’t think that he would right out ask you to be his date to the Yule Ball. “Oh… I…”

“Sorry of course you have been…”

“Cedric, I’d love to go with you.” You blurted out knowing what he had been thinking. He had thought that you already had been asked and said yes to someone else. But that wasn’t the case. You had a hope that he would ask you and he had. 

“You would?” 

You nodded your head shyly. 

A smile came to his lips. “I’ll see you then at the ball.”

You nodded your head offering him a small smile. “Yeah of course.” 

#Cedric Diggory #Cedric Diggory/Reader #Yule Ball #imgaine #thefandomimagine #oneshot

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My Bride- Spencer Reid

Pairing: Spencer Reid X Reader

Imagine getting married to Spencer Reid.

Warning: Angst/Fluff

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Words: 633

You had dreamed of this day for a long time now, ever since Spencer proposed to you during a Doctor Who convention. It made your heart soar to know a genius such as Spencer loved you dearly enough to propose. Even after everything that he had been through he deserved the best and you were going to be the best wife that he could be. 

You stood in your gown smoothing out the skirt of it and biting your red-painted lip as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Your heart clenched in your chest hoping that you were doing the right thing. You wanted to give Spencer everything that you had. You could only hope that Spencer wouldn’t see this as a mistake in marrying you.

JJ came into the room dressed nicely in a blue gown that you had picked for your bridesmaids. “Everyone is waiting for you.” She said softly putting her hand on your shoulder. 

You looked up at JJ offering her a small weak smile. 

“Is something wrong?” 

You shook your head. “Just nervous.” You admitted softly to her. 

“You’re doing the right thing. You love Spence.” JJ said giving you some much-needed advice. “I’ve never seen Spence so happy than when he’s with you. He loves you dearly and I can tell he’s ready for the next step. And I can tell you are very happy with him.”

A small smile came to your lips. “You think so?” You asked softly. 

JJ nodded her head. “Now what do you say we get you married off to Spence and you two spend the rest of your lives together like the perfect married couple should be?” 

You nodded your head slowly knowing that JJ was right. You slowly followed her out of the room knowing that this was the right thing to do. Your heart swelled in happiness to know that this finally was happening and you couldn’t wait to be Mrs. Spencer Reid. 

You carefully put your veil down over your face and took a breath as you heard the music for the bridesmaids walk down the aisle. You watched your bridesmaids one by one go down the aisle. You took a breath as you heard the wedding march begin. You steeled your body as you slowly began to walk down the aisle alone. Since your father had long since passed away due to a battle with cancer you weren’t about to have this stop you from walking down the aisle alone.

Your eyes slowly went up the aisle to see Spencer dressed in his tuxedo looking rather handsome in it. Your heart lurched in happiness as you made your way down to the man that you loved dearly and couldn’t wait for him and you to be a happily married couple. 

You stopped in front of Spencer with a small smile on your lips. 

Spencer carefully took your hand in his bringing you up the last few steps to be before the minister. “You look beautiful.” He said softly to you.

You smiled softly looking up at him. “And you look handsome.” You said softly. 

Spencer felt his heart swell in happiness knowing that he was finally getting the happy ending that he deserved after everything that he had been through over the years. He had all of the people that he cared about in his life right there in that church as he married the love of his life whom he never thought that he would get. 

He was wrong when he thought that you would never make him happy after what had happened to Mauve, but here you were in your shining bridal glory and he felt his heart stutter knowing that this was the best thing that he could ever do at that moment. 

#Spencer Reid #Criminal Minds #jj jareau #Spencer Reid/Reader #thefandomimagine #imgaine #oneshot

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My Son- Bucky Barnes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Imagine Bucky finally returning home after he is restored from The Snap and discovering that you had been pregnant and had his son while he was gone.

Warning: Angst/Fluff

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Words: 585

You nervously stayed in the hut in Wakanda that you shared with Bucky. Before the snap, you were close to him. Perhaps too close to him as your friendship grew into a whirlwind romance that no one knew about until after the fact. You had your friends Steve and the others that weren’t snapped from Thanos. 

You had a surprise a few months later when you found out that you were pregnant with your son Bucky. Honestly, you were shocked that Bucky could even have kids with everything that he had been through. But you were proven wrong when you gave birth to a beautiful baby boy whom you named Steven James Barnes. 

But now here you were five years later with a five-year-old who would be meeting his father for the first time. You were nervous about what Bucky was going to think of meeting his five-year-old after all this time and after a long-fought battle in New York. 

You heard a knock on the door alerting you that he was back home. You looked over to your son was taking a nap on the couch curled up into a ball holding his favorite toy that Steve had gotten for him. You went to the door slowly and opened it. “Bucky.” You said softly. 

Bucky leaned down and captured your lips with his in a heated kiss. He missed you so much and knew that you probably felt the same with him being gone for five years. He slowly pulled away stroking your cheek softly. “I missed you.” 

Tears came to your eyes. “I missed you too.” You said softly leading him into your home that you shared. 

Bucky looked around the living area not noticing the child at first who was sound asleep on the couch. “You haven’t changed anything.” 

“I couldn’t bring myself to do so.” You admitted softly. 

“Steve said that you had something to tell me?” 

You cleared your throat as he continued to look around and finally noticed the young boy sound asleep. 

“Who’s that?” 

“Bucky….” You said your voice coming out fairly shaky. You wanted this to go well for you and hopefully not lose him in the process. “That’s your son… Steven.” 

Bucky looked at you with wide eyes. “What? He’s how old?” 

“He’s five…” 

“You… you were pregnant when the snap happened?” He asked softly as tears came to his eyes. He couldn’t believe it he had a son and he wasn’t there for you during your pregnancy. It was something that he wanted to do and make sure that you were alright during that time. “He… he’s mine?” 

You nodded your head sniffling softly. “I don’t have the heart to wake him but  he’s been waiting to meet you.” 

“He has?” He questioned his heart clenching in his chest.

“Yes, he has.” You said softly. 

“What’s his full name?” 

“Steven James Barnes.” 

“You gave him my last name?” 

You stroked Bucky’s cheek softly as tears slid down his cheeks. “Yes, he’s your son after all and I wasn’t about to not give him your last name.” You admitted softly. 

Bucky sniffled softly. “I’m sorry.” 

“It’s not your fault.”

“You did this all on your own.” 

“I know and with the snap, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I knew that they would find a way to bring you back.” 

Bucky leaned down kissing you softly. “I’m not going to miss any more moments of our son.”

You smiled softly. “I’ll hold you to that.”

#Bucky Barnes/Reader #oneshot #Avengers #imgaine #thefandomimagine