for the one shot requests, maybe elams (eliza/Laurens/alex) and she tells them she's pregnant? maybe a modern au?? idk just a happy pregnancy announcement fluffy stuff c: ty in advance!!! <3
SORRY THESE ARE LATE I JUST GOT HOME FROM GEORGIA! DOUBLE TIME ON UPDATES!
Also this prompt is so cute omfg
Eliza was a calm, and collective person. She was usually the one who kept her head in certain situations. Whenever Alex overworks himself and goes into his shell again she’s usually the one to comfort him back to reality. When John tries to show off for the two of them she’s the one who calms him when he breaks a limb.
Now, she was not in a calm situation.
John was home - humming to himself in the kitchen, making dinner, and Alex was due home from work any minute. She was sit in the living room, fingers clenching around each other, the TV on, becoming more of a white noise for her.
The door opened, causing her to look up, seeing a soaked and shivering Alex enter, hair stringy, stuck to his face. Looking outside the window she noticed, now, it was storming heavily. Rain thundering down, wind blowing nearly a hundred miles an hour.
John came out of the kitchen, kissing Alex softly. “Hey baby,” He had the concerned look on his face, taking Alex’s jacket off of him, leading him upstairs - probably to get him changed.
She jumped as her phone buzzed against her thigh.
AndPeggy: DID YOU TELL THEM YET
Rolling her eyes she responded, Elizaaa: No, Alex /just/ got home and he’s soaked so John’s taking him to get changed
AndPeggy: OKAY WELL WHEN THEY COME DOWN TELL THEM
AndPeggy: HOW ARE YOU TELLING THEM AGAIN
Elizaaa: Bye Peggy, love you xx
Alex and John were coming down the stairs, Alex wearing sweats and one of John’s shirts, carrying a hair brush in his hands. He sat at Eliza’s feet as John went to finish dinner, and she began softly detangling his hair.
Her mind was going lightspeed, thinking faster and more than Alex spoke. Which was saying something.
Or maybe she wasn’t thinking.
It was probably the later. In comes John, balancing three plates of chicken alfredo as Alex’s eyes are half shut, leaning heavily against her hands when she just blurted it out.
Alex sat rigged, John’s eyes widening before he dropped the three bowls, the china smashing and food splatting around his feet. He paid no mind, Alex turning to look at her, eyes wide.
“Um…” She stopped moving, brush still in her hand, biting her bottom lip, wishing she had stuck to the plan Peggy had made for her.
“You’re…you’re pregnant?” John echoed, stepping over the broken china towards her and Alex.
“Yes.” She nodded slowly.
“Like…a baby?” Alex’s voice was small, eyes wider than she’d seen in a long time.
“Yes, with a baby.” She smiled faintly, placing a hand over his stomach softly.
Their eyes followed. “How long have you known?” John all but whispered, sitting on the couch next to her.
“Um, a month or so?”
“Eliza!” Alex sat up on his knees, “You should have told us!”
She smiled, running a hand through his hair. “I made a plan a month ago…”
“Who all knows?”
“Everyone except you two.” Alex’s eyes widened and John gasped lightly, “No.”
“I begged them not to tell you…”
“You should have told us.” John repeated what Alex had said.
She looked over at the broken plates and couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m not sorry.”
“Oh my God…” Alex’s face lit up, practically bouncing at this point, “We’re going to have a baby! A real baby!”
She laughed, kissing him softly. “A real baby, Alexander…”
“They’re going to be so cute! Oh I can see it!” She smiled as he rambled, “John’s freckles - maybe curly hair! With your looks if it’s a girl - oh man I’m going to have to fight everyone off…I - “
“How do you have any idea what they’ll look like? And why me?” John asked, though anyone could tell he was as excited as Alex.
Said boy sent John a blank face. “Well she’s pregnant, and since we all went to public school we were taught how babies were made. And I don’t need to go into detail but you have a part I don’t that makes a baby. So.”
John blushed, “Right right…” He began smiling, looking back to Eliza. “We’re having a baby!”
She grinned, kissing her two boys. “So what do - “
Alex yelped, jumping to his feet and running into the kitchen. He ran back out, broom, dust pan and wipes in his hand as he began to clean the mess John made.
John kissed Eliza before standing up, “I’ll make reservations at your favorite place.”
~ ~ ~
Seven and a half months later, John, Eliza and Alex were blessed.
Eleven thirty pm on December 24th, Eliza gave birth to Angelica Margarita Hamilton-Laurens, seven pounds, nine ounces.
Twelve o’one am December 25th, her twin, Phillip George Hamilton-Laurens was born, seven ounces, six ounces.
Angelica had her mom’s hair, but her dad’s beautiful eyes, no crying as she stared around at her parents. Phillip cried and wailed, having his father’s curls and freckles, but the bright, loving eyes of his mother.
Alex held the two babies as they slept, Eliza watching tiredly as John was getting her food. His eyes were filled with tears, as he stared down at his children.
“Angelica and Phillip…oh my two babies,” Eliza’s heart warmed at Alex’s voice, “You two outshine the morning sun…I promise I’ll always be around, my father never was, but I swear on everything I’ll be there for you two…”
~ ~ ~
Alex was rushing like a headless chicken, carrying a mountain of gifts into the living room, trying not to trip over the dolls and trucks on the floor.
Eliza was baking a cake, John was buying last minute decorations. As Alex got the gifts down, in came a blur of brown hair. Phillip chasing after his sister as she held a doll high over her head.
“Angel’ca give me back Penny!” Phillip cried out, stomping his foot as he pouted in the doorway.
“Angie, give your brother Penny back.” Alex gave his daughter a pointed look.
She pouted, sulking over and handing Penny back to her brother. He smiled, hugging Alex’s legs, “Thank you Papa!”
“What are we thanking Papa for?” John asked, holding balloons as the twins rushed over to him.
“Angie took my doll ‘n’ Papa made her give her back!”
John picked the two up, placing them on his hips, kissing their heads. “Angie, can’t you be nice to your brother on your birthday?”
“S not even my birthday or his Daddy! My birthday is December 24th and Phillip’s is December 25th! It’s uh, December 19th!”
He laughed, “I know baby, but to make sure people can come and celebrate with us we do it before!”
She nodded. “I guess I can be nice Daddy…”
“Good.” He smiled, putting them down as they ran upstairs.
John headed over, kissing Alex’s head, and Alex yelped, swatting John’s hands away from his bum. “Hi to you too.”
Eliza entered, batter in her hair as she kissed John hello. “When should everyone be getting here?”
“Well Laf and Herc will be here in about an hour, and your sisters should be here a bit after that.” John pulled her to his chest, kissing her cheeks repeatedly.
She giggled, leaning into his embrace happily. “Cake should be done within an hour!”
Alex was sat on the table, legs swinging as he munched on one of the carrots from the veggie tray that was sat out.
A loud crash echoed from upstairs, Phillip crying out loudly. The three sighed.
Summery: Reader is pregnant, and struggles to tell Sherlock the big news.
Convincing Sherlock Holmes to marry her was hard enough. Y/N really didn’t want to convince him to have kids, because if there was one man on this earth who could reason, it was Sherlock Holmes.
Of course, as she stared down at the pregnancy test in her hand, she realized she wouldn’t have much choice but to at least try. And now, he couldn’t even truly argue against it.
Y/N let out a long sigh, not looking forward to the trial to come. She knew that when he got home, she wouldn’t stand a chance at hiding the secret. Hell, she wouldn’t be surprised if he already knew. But either way, she knew she had to tell him.
So, gathering her courage, Y/N left the bathroom after throwing the test away, making no attempt to hide it. Her husband would find out soon enough. She went to the living room and sat in Sherlock’s chair, trying her very best not to freak out. Tapping her feet, she impatiently waited for what seemed like an eternity.
Finally, she heard the door open downstairs, and familiar footsteps as he arrived. “Oh, god…” she muttered.
As he opened the door, she gave him her best smile, eyes drawn to the dark curls that were even more disorderly than normal. “Hello, love,” he said nonchalantly.
“How was the case?” she asked, avoiding the upcoming conversation.
Sherlock raised an eyebrow as he strode over to her. “It was… Good. What’s wrong?”
“Oh, nothing. Just a long day.”
Sherlock sighed. “No, something is wrong. What is it? You can tell me.”
And suddenly, all conscious and reasonable thought left Y/N’s mind as her mouth suddenly formed and uttered the words, “I’m pregnant.”
The affect was immediate. Sherlock’s eyes widened and his lips parted slightly as a look of shock and confusion swept over his features. And stuck.
His face stayed unmoving, eyes not even blinking as Y/N stared up at him. “Sherl…?” She looked at him with concern before waving a hand in front of his face. “Oh, god. Oh god, oh my god!”
Scrambling, she dialed her phone to the only number she could think of that would help. She waited anxiously as it rang.
John’s voice filled the line. “Hello?”
“I broke him,” Y/N said desperately.
“Y/N? Is that–what? Who, Sherlock?”
“Yes, Sherlock! He stopped moving, he’s just staring, John! I broke him!” She began to pace.
“What did you do?”
“I told him I’m pregnant!”
There was a pause. “Are you?”
She frowned. “No, John, I told him for the hell of it. Yes, I’m pregnant!”
“OH MY GOD JUST TELL ME HOW TO FIX HIM!”
There was a sigh on from John’s end. “Just slap him, that should do the trick.”
“Slap him. A nice good one, that’ll snap him out of it.”
She stopped pacing. “You sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure. Now slap your husband.”
She sighed and hung up, turning back to Sherlock, who still hadn’t moved. She muttered an apology before drawing her hand back and hitting him square across the face. He stumbled a bit before he over came his shock and looked up at her.
“Yep.” She looked at the ground. “S-sorry…”
Her head shot up at the sound of his chuckle. “For what?”
“Well, slapping you for one.” She looked down again. “For being pregnant, too, I suppose.”
Suddenly, arms wrapped around her in a tight embrace. “Don’t be sorry. I mean, as long as its mine.”
She chuckled. “Of course it is. You’re not mad?”
He smiled and held her tighter. “Nope. I was just a bit… Well, shocked.”
Characters: Baby, John Winchester, Mary Winchester, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Y/N Y/L/N (Reader), Bobby Singer, Charlie Bradbury, Donna Hanscum, Jody Mills
Pairing: Dean x Reader, John x Mary, Sam x Amelia (briefly mentioned - only as in canon)
Warnings: Implied smut, pregnancies, cheating, nothing other than that really aside from canon deaths and angst.
Word Count: 5800ish (woops!)
A/N: This is written for Baby’s Big 50 writing challenge hosted by @butiaintgonnaloveem and it is told from Baby’s PoV. She is still a car, but she is the one to tell the story, much like the episode Baby but done with words. I hope this worked out as well as I hoped it would.
My prompt was Allman Brothers Band - Rambling Man - I am sure I could have used it better but these were the lines that really inspired me when I wrote this fic: Lord, I was born a ramblin’ man, Tryin’ to make a livin’ and doin’ the best I can.
This is sorta a rewrite of the entire series. Very boiled down and written through Baby’s eyes.. Headlights? Whatever :P Just read it :D
Thanks to the sweet amazing @blacktithe7 for betaing this for me
I have been lucky in my time on Earth, even if I have been through more than most. Sal, as flawed as he was, was a good man. He tried to do the best he knew how to with the short time he was given. He wanted to save people even if he couldn’t save himself. So he drove me around, giving Bibles away to people he felt needed some guidance, right up until the day he drank himself to death.
Standing on that lot at Rainbow Motors, I missed him. He had treated me right, and I had no way of knowing if the next guy would. I feared the uncertainty then like I never have since. When he walked up, I knew where I belonged. Even if he wasn’t the guy that took me home, I felt a connection to that man I was not going to understand for years, but I knew I belonged with him.
It wasn’t just the way he talked about me. The way he admired me. He spoke as if he knew me. Like I was important. I was sad to see him go, but John Winchester gave me some good years. He took care of me, and he loved me. So did Mary. They were amazing people, but in all my 10 years with them, the nights I felt the most important were nights I only came to understand later on.
One night after being to a drive in movie, Mary and John didn’t quite make it home. They spend the night in my backseat, and I felt their love as they loved each other. They had done this before of course, but there was something special about that night. I could feel it then, and nine months later, when John was forcing me to go as fast as I could to get to the hospital in time, I knew what it had been.
OK I felt the need to respond to the requests I’m getting in some way, so you guys know I’m working on them and not gonna ignore you :). SOOO here’s a Masterlist with all the AU Memes/Imagines I made so far and the ones requested that I’m going to make.
Why do you think Sherlock was 'road-testing' (practising) dancing to the piece he composed for John and Mary, considering they were the only ones going to dance to it? It was the morning of the wedding, presumably he'd already taught John by this point. Do you think he was imagining dancing with John? Do you think he hoped he would dance with John at some point that night?
My first thought when I saw that scene was that he was practicing dancing to it just to make sure it was…well, a “danceable” composition, if that makes sense. Checking the tempo, feel, rhythm, etc. This is his gift to John and Mary and, just like his speech, he’s terrified of screwing it up.
As to your other questions…ugh. UGH. That whole “I taught him conversation” at the end of TSoT conversation just wrecks me. I mean, this has just happened:
Sherlock’s true feelings are briefly written all over his face, and John absolutely cannot deal. He looks down, has a second of wait, what? glances back up to confirm he’s seeing what he thinks he’s seeing, and yeah. He can’t look. He can’t face those feelings.
Sherlock sees that, and he gives John an out. He tells them to go dance. Mary (very considerately) asks “what about you?”, they joke about there being “limits,” and then the tutoring conversation happens.
Here’s how I read it (lining up the dialogue with the gifs):
SHERLOCK: “Don’t worry Mary, I have been tutoring him.”
JOHN: “He did you know…”
JOHN: “Baker Street behind closed curtains.”
I put a delay on the last frame. It lines up with John’s “closed curtains” comment. See how Sherlock’s kind of trying to laugh along until John makes that joke? He glances at John with a confused, almost hurt expression here.
John, meanwhile, has gone into full-on bro mode. It’s his way of utterly denying what he’s just read on Sherlock’s face. His shield is fucking UP. I love John Watson dearly, but I have a hard time watching him here, because he’s truly being a dickhead.
JOHN: “Mrs. Hudson came in one time.”
JOHN: “Don’t know how those rumors got started.”
A careless glance at Sherlock, a dismissive joke about their dance lessons and years of rumors about their relationship, a flippant laugh (seriously, listen to the way he laughs there, it’s SO not his normal laugh)
brush it off, never meant a thing, face the wife, face AWAY from Sherlock, don’t look back don’t look back don’t look back
He gets super affectionate with Mary. And yes, I know, it’s their wedding, they’re dancing, they’ve just learned she’s pregnant. But we’ve seen John act affectionate with Mary and this is different. John might as well have NO HOMO stamped on his forehead here.
He. Can’t. Deal.
And Sherlock knows it.
Did he imagine, after their lessons, maybe getting the chance to dance with John at the reception?
And after all, John had danced with him before during their lessons. Maybe Sherlock thought John was comfortable with it – comfortable enough with his own sexuality, whatever he considers that to be – to dance with his friend at his wedding reception, his best friend, his best man. It doesn’t mean anything unless it means something.
But no, that was “behind closed doors.” Can’t let anyone see that, nope. That’s how those rumors got started. Those silly, meaningless rumors that meant absolutely nothing, just everyone in the world reading too much into this totally platonic friendship, right mate?
Maybe they could’ve danced in front of everyone, because it wouldn’t mean anything. Except John read the real meaning on Sherlock’s face, and nope, not gonna happen now, can’t face that, can’t deal, shields up.
Because it would have meant something to Sherlock. Just like it did “behind closed doors.” It means everything. And he doesn’t care who knows, not anymore.
But John cares. Right, Sherlock? John cares who knows. He cares what people think. It really bothers you. What? What people say.
It still bothers John. He can’t deal with Sherlock’s feelings, and he can’t deal with his own. John’s shield is up and who knows if he’ll ever lower it again. And Sherlock accepts that, and he respects it, and he does the only thing he can do now.
Well. I didn’t mean for this meta to happen. Time to go cry into my soup.
Dave strider worried that he’s going to have to out himself to his adoptive family after his period starts. He goes to the bathroom in search of pads (he figures Granny has some because she’s a girl), finds none, figures it’s because of menopause because he knows old ladies get that.
He tries to play it off all cool, talks to Granny Egbert about why she doesn’t have any pads because he expected to see them. Granny asks him what he could have possibly been doing looking for pads, Dave fumbles and starts off on a horrible rap tangent to try and blow it off as him being his weird ironically cool self.
Granny gets it. Stops him halfway through his babbling and offers to take him to the store to buy some good ones. Dave says no, what would he need pads for, he’s definitely a boy anyway it’s not like he NEEDS them or anything.
The next day, after Dave survived off paper towels scratching his groin all day yesterday, he finds some pads and a photo album next to his little mini-table on the side of his bed. The photo album has no label on it but he opens it and he finds a photo of Camp Harmony, the Japanese internment camp Jinsei Egbert was a part of.
Jinsei Egbert is photographed multiple times, wearing boys’ clothes and with a different name identifying her. After a point, Jinsei starts wearing dresses and looking more like herself in each photo.
Dave skips to the end of the album and finds a note there written by his grandmother.
“Don’t worry Dave. People like you and me have been around for a very long time.”
John’s alarm goes off. It’s the most bombastic 1500’s concerto music imaginable. Dave stuffs the photo album into his pillow case and hides the pads under his shirt. John looks up from the bottom bunk without his glasses, tells Dave it’s time to get ready for school through a yawn. Sees the pad bulge under Dave’s nightshirt.
John asks if Dave got pregnant or something. Dave tells John to get his glasses checked and since when did boys get pregnant anyway. John quips that he is not wearing his glasses right now so shut up and go brush your teeth, you have the morning breath to end all morning breath. Dave grins and races John to the bathroom. Dave wins.
Arthur is at The Garrison and misses a big thing that Y/n (his wife) planned. So Y/n drops a bombshell on him in anger
Arthur needed to have some peace. Last night he had a massive fight with Y/n and she was not happy. She was saying how he never thought for himself and that Arthur could still have his own ideas and be smart like Tommy. Arthur didn’t think so. But then, he never does.
Sitting in the booth with John, Finn and Michael Arthur downed the last of his whisky before sitting back into the bench with a hand on his head.
“What’s wrong with you?” John asked breathing in his cigar.
“Yesterday I had an argument that topped all others. Y/n was so pissed with me.” He said rubbing his head.
“Trouble in paradise eh?” Michael remarked.
“Something like that.” Arthur mumbled. “I mean. She’s good for me and she doesn’t hold me back from any of the business and she doesn’t ask to know everything. But she worries. Of course she does. I just don’t know why it got so bad.”
anon requested reader being super pregnant and john dealing with the kids
John took his time down the street, racing what was left of
his cig to the door. He’d promised he wouldn’t smoke while you were pregnant
but after the week he’d had he needed something on the way back. Being stuck in
the van with the rest of the lads, none of who had promises to keep of their
own, was torture. So he’d bummed one off Tommy with a strict warning that he
wouldn’t tell his wife about the smoke unless he wanted his wife to know about
the grave they’d had to dig.
The trip had been a clusterfuck to say the least, but it had
ended well, and the business was sorted. The last bit of business before the
baby was due. He was a free man now, for at least a couple of months, no big
deals coming their way. Just day-to-day. Practically the 9-5 office job he’d
planned on when you first got married. Almost.
“I promise you a boring life after this last job”. Broken.
“I promise you no more kids after this last one”. Broken.
“I promise I won’t smoke after this last one”. Broken.
Request: Can I request a imagine where the reader and John are having their first child and hes so happy/proud that hes bringing another Shelby to the family.. Martha and Esme dont exist super fluffy and just plan adorable lol thank you.. I love your writing.. @happys-crazy-queen22
My Son - John Shelby
At this point, despite only being some five months along according to the doctor, John had told nearly everyone in Small Heath that you were pregnant. You and John had only been married some three months and you knew, with how much you were showing, that people would realize you were pregnant before the wedding. It wasn’t why you and he had gotten married but you knew that gossips in Small Heath would say it was why. A Shelby boy trying to fix a mistake by marrying the girl.
Leaning your head against him, you gripped his shirt in your fist, trying not to show him that you were in any pain. However, when you felt something warm running down your legs, and you felt weak, you had to. Dean was the first to spot it. “I think we need to get her to a hospital. Now.” He sounded fearful. “She’s got blood running down her legs.” He pointed out, although the others had seen it, John noticing how pale you were starting to look.
“Come on, sweetheart. Stay with me.” John begged. “Call Cas, damn it!” He shouted at Dean.
You were barely keeping your eyes open. “I’m sorry, John.” He furrowed his brows, his eyes full of questions. What did you have to be sorry for? “The baby…”
Laying in the hospital bed, you were sleeping after they were forced to medicate you. John was by your side until not too long after you drifted off. Sam, Dean, and Mary had been outside your room, watching John comfort you. They saw the look of hatred on his face as he walked towards the door, his jaw clenched.
His sights were set on Mary, ready to lash out at her. She looked like she was about to cry herself, but that didn’t change his mind. “Are you fucking kidding me, Mary?” He growled at her, his eyes locked on hers. She saw nothing but loathing in his eyes. “Look. Fucking look at her.” He pointed towards where you were resting.
“John…I had no idea.” She said quietly.
He scoffed at her. “And that makes this shit okay?” He asked. “Just because you didn’t know she was pregnant?” John snapped, shaking his head. “You were perfectly okay with letting her die in that house.”
Hearing it felt like a slap in the face. “I’m sorry, John.” Her arms were wrapped around herself as she spoke.
“Get. Out.” He ground out through clenched teeth.
Mary turned to her boys, hoping that one of them would go with her. Just for support. “Dean?” She asked quietly. He looked away, back to you, Sam moments later. Getting the hint, Mary rushed around John, towards the elevator.
John calmed his breathing once she was gone. “That’s not the Mary I knew.” He sighed.
Dean glanced at his father. “You think she’ll be okay?” He asked quietly.
“I don’t know, Dean.” John answered him honestly. “She was a wreck, you saw that.” He ran his hand through his hair, his chest aching. “She knew for a few days about the baby. Was going to tell me the night I told her about the hunt.”
“Why did she agree to go, then?” Dean asked, furrowing his brows.
“You boys.” Was all he said, and they understood. You were close to the boys, and knew that if anything happened to either of them, it would kill John. You’d put yourself on the line, and felt guilty.
A/N: This is the first backstory to my series imagine rewrite (I really gotta think of a better name for this). It could also just be taken as a one-shot, whichever floats your boat.
Reader’s age-newborn baby
Middle & bottom gif is from google search
“Boys stay in the car for another minute, there’s something I need to talk about with you.” John says to the boys while putting the impala in park next to Bobby’s truck. He was beginning to regret waiting until the last minute to tell the boys about the newest edition to the family.
“Everything okay Dad?” Dean asked from the passenger seat.
“Yeah Dean, everything’s fine, it’s just…do you boys remember Meredith Porter? I went on a few hunts with her in the past.” John asked his boys.
“Yeah Dad of course we remember her. She always cooks real food whenever she’s around; she’s the one who taught Dean how to grill at that one motel that had the outdoor rec. area.” Sam smiled at the memory of acting like a normal family.
“Why do you ask Dad? Did something happen to her?” Dean asked his father with concern written all over his face.
A/N: This is freaking long. I probably could’ve made it into another two parts but oh well. Here’s the awaited Part 2 of Unplanned Parenthood. I hope you enjoy!
Word Count: 5,097
You sat on the couch surrounded by your friends. A year ago, your boyfriend, Lafayette had to return to France. Only a week after he had arrived, there was an awful earthquake. You had never been able to get ahold of Lafayette nor could you get any information on him. It was a few weeks later that you found out you were pregnant. Alexander, John, and Hercules helped you through your pregnancy. And now, three months later, you held your daughter in your arms. You named her Marie de Lafayette. The three of you were waiting for a documentary about Chavaniac, Lafayette’s home. It was a report to cover the earthquake and how recovery had gone so far.
You and the guys decided to watch it, to see if there was any news. Marie whimpered suddenly, it was as if she knew what you were about to watch. “Shh.” You whispered. “It’s ok sweetie.” You soothed. Alexander grabbed her pacifier from the end table and gave it to you. So you offered it to her and she, of course, quickly took it.
You all settled into silence as the documentary started. The voice-over speaker began talking about the beauty of the small farming village. “Chavaniac has been around for centuries and prided itself on keeping its heritage.” The screen showed different ancient houses from the village. You recognized a few.
Once, after knowing Lafayette for a few months, you had asked Lafayette about his home town. The two of you had stayed up all night that evening talking about it. Lafayette had excitedly showed multiple pictures he had on his laptop. Beautiful houses, large and ancient. You stared in awe at all of them, especially his. It was a long brick building with two short, cylindrical towers on the ends. It was clearly two levels as there were two different rows of windows, all equally spaced. There was a circle drive, with a statue in the middle, and a pathway up to brick steps that led up to the door. He told you how he inherited it from a long line of family members, the main reason he still had property in France. He didn’t eat to get rid of it because it meant so much him as well as his family. Sometime after beginning your relationship, he vowed to take you there on vacation sometime.
Note: This is my first request and was so much fun to write! (Requested by: @ladytwice) Hope you enjoy and please feel free to send some requests!
Request:Haven’t had the time to answer your ask yet but YES STEPH YOU GO!! Now, what d'you say about a Laurens imagine? Definitely fluff because we’ve had enough Laurens angst on this website. Maybe something on marriage? Like, getting married? Or discovering reader is pregnant? Idk. Surpriiise meeee! Love ya, babe <3
AU: Modern (wow i really should write in another time period or something)
Word Count: 618
John taps his foot impatiently as he waits for you to get
home. Ever since he found the positive pregnancy test in the trash he’s been
filled with nervous energy.
He can’t believe this is happening, he’s going to be a father!
After spending most of his childhood and teenage years looking after his four
younger siblings he can’t wait to have a baby of his own to dote on and
All afternoon his thoughts have followed a similar pattern;
he’s wanted kids his whole life but is he really mature enough right now to
have one? He realises that even if he isn’t, he’ll still be there to take care
of this child. He knows you’ll be a fantastic mother and if either of you ever
need any help he can always rely on his friends to come and help out.
When he hears the door open he shoots up from his spot,
bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet as he figures out how he’s going to
bring it up to you.
“John I’m home!” You call out as you slip off your coat and
hang it on the hook by the front door. “John?”
John bursts out of the bedroom and runs towards you, a wide
smile on his face as he pulls you into his arms and lifts you off your feet.
“Why are you so happy?” you ask him as he twirls you around
before placing you back on your feet, his arms staying firmly around your
“You’re pregnant” he says simply. Your eyes go wide as he says
the words. He’s not supposed to know yet! You were trying to find the best way
to tell him, how does he already know? “I found the pregnancy test in the trash”
When you look into his eyes you can see just how happy he is
about the news. You’d been so worried about how he would react; he’s always
said he wanted kids but not until he’s at least 30 and now you’re five years
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks as he carefully tucks a
stray piece of your hair behind your ear.
“Before I took the test I was worried that if I told you I thought
I was pregnant you’d be upset if the test came out negative so I figured I’d
just wait until I knew for sure. I spent all of today trying to figure out how
to tell you” You tell him.
As you explain your actions to him he bends down to slide an
arm under your knees and the other goes behind your neck as he pulls you up
into a bridal carry. You giggle as he presses kisses all over your face and
carries you to the sofa.
“John! I can walk on my own you know” you point out as he
carefully places you on the sofa and pulls a soft blanket over you.
“No I don’t want you exhausting yourself! You have to
protect my unborn child” he exclaims and you roll your eyes at his dramatic
declaration. “Now what do you need? Coffee? Tea? Anything? Oh crap I have to
find out what you are and aren’t allowed to have now that you’re with child” he
mutters as he turns and walks off towards the kitchen, not realising you never
told him what you wanted.
“A glass of water would be great thanks babe” You call out
to him, a smile on your lips.
As you hear him mumbling things from the kitchen about baby proofing the apartment, all of your fears float away… of course he’s going to be a great dad.