and he sang and kissed john

first love

jeff atkins x reader

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warnings: death


“Babe, hurry up. Jessica’s party is in 2 hours and I promised I would help her set up.” Jeff said entering you room which was now covered in clothes. “Wow it looks like your closet threw up in here.”

“It’s the first party of my junior year and your senior one.” You said scavenging your clothes. You sat on the floor and threw the shirt in your hand. “I just want to look cute.”

“Y/N,” Your boyfriend said as he knelt next to you. “You’ll look beautiful in whatever you choose to wear, okay? But if you want my opinion, wear the that dress I bought you last month. I always thought you looked hot in it.”

You smiled up at your boyfriend who was now standing and holding out his hand. Taking his hand, you stood up and kissed him. “Thank you, J”

You went your bed and picked out the black dress. “Now get out so I can put on my face and get ready.”

“I can’t stay for the show?” He asked with a smirk.

“Out!” You said laughing pushing Jeff out your room.


You got to Jessica’s place early to help with the set up but not really so when Jeff went to go help the guys with the kegs you chatted with your friends Jess and Clay.

Clay was the one that had set you and Jeff up after hearing about your crush on the senior from Hannah.

By 10, the party was in full swing. Most kids were inside the house sitting in couches some were talking, others not so much. You were amongst the ones sitting in the living room talking to Tony.

You were in full conversation with your friend when you saw Jeff make his way out the room. You apologized to Tony and cut the conversation short. “And where are you going mister?” You said getting ahold of your boyfriend.

“Hey, I’m on provisions so I’m just gonna grab a couple more beers from the store.” He said.

“Okay, I’m coming too,” You happily said taking his large hand in your petite one.

“Nah babe, you don’t have to. Have fun with your friends, it is a party after all.”

You gave him the look and he knew there was no point in arguing. “Fine. Only cause you’re cute.” He kissed the top of your head.


You two successfully got the beers and you were on your way back.

You put on the radio and John Legend was on. “Oh my gosh, our song!” You squealed. This was the song that played in the background when you two first had sex.

“Cause all of meeee, loves all of youuu.” You and Jeff sang, pointing at each other. You held his hand as the chorus continued, wishing you could stay in this moment forever. Little did you know both your lives would change, in a major way.

You two were so mesmerized by one another you didn’t notice another car come out of nowhere. “Jeff, watch out!” You screamed as the car came rushing towards you. And that was the last thing you saw before darkness eclipsed you.


“Y/N, wake up. Wake up, baby girl.” Jeff said standing over you. “I need you to wake up for me.”

And you did.

You slowly lifted you heavy eyelids as the strong smell of anti-bacterial cleaner filled you nose. Your mouth was dry and you were laying down, in a bed it seemed, and the room was bright. Light from the window reflecting off the white walls, made you want to close your eyes again. You felt like you had slept for years, but you was still tired.

You heard the beeping of a machine and slowly turned your head towards the source of the noise. The muscles in your neck were stiff and sore. You saw your mother sitting in a chair by the window.

“Mom,” You said weakly.

“Hey,” She whispered, sitting at the edge of your hospital bed.

“Why am I…?” You said as you tried to sit up.

“You were in a coma, sweetie.” She said and your eyes widen. “Just for two days.”

You noticed your moms facial features. her eyes were sporing major bags and they were puffy and red. Has she been crying?

“Mom, where’s Jeff?” You asked looking around.

“Y/N, Jeff..uh..He didn’t make it.” She said as tears started brimming her eyes. “I know how much you loved him.”

“No, no no there’s no way,” You stuttered. This can’t be true. Jeff Atkins cannot die.

“Honey, I am so sorry but he … he died on scene.”

You were numb. Why him? You wanted to scream. Why him? “ B-But I-I didn’t- I didn’t get to say goodbye,” You sobbed. You couldn’t believe that the love of your life was…gone.

“Sshh, Y/N. Everything will be okay.” Your mom said  trying her hardest to soothe you. She laid next to you and wrapped her arms around you fragile body.

“I loved him, Mom. I loved him so much and now-” You cried into your moms chest.

“I know sweetie, I know.” She stroked your hair. “He loved you very much.”

“It was should have been me.” You clung to your mom as the nights events played over and over in your head.

Losing someone you deeply care about hurt. He was your first love and you will always love him. Always.


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A Week- Poly! Hamilsquad x Reader x Southern! Democratic Republicans

A/N: The project that’s taken weeks to write, it’s finally done! This is just a little bit of a preview of a series I want to write? Kind of a prequel or introduction? But this took me so long, hope you enjoy!

Monday

“I’m home,” Y/N called, kicking off her shoes and dropping her bag by the door. She swung off her coat and hung it on the hook, smiling as one of her boys appeared around the corner and held out his arms. Snuggling into Herc’s chest she finally felt at home.

“Hi, baby,” he whispered.

“Hi.”

He leaned down and kissed her softly, cute and gentle and sweet. He looked at her with so much adoration that she felt her cheeks heat up the tiniest bit. Laf walked over and joined the hug with a grin. She separated from Hercules and kissed Lafayette’s cheek.

“How was work?”

She let out a huff. “More gossip, more rumors, more writing to be done.”

Alex laughed, coming through the front door behind her and kissing both Laf and Herc’s cheeks. “Don’t I know it.”

John was last, practically running around the corner and into his girlfriend’s arms. “BABY GIRL!”

“John!” she said, teasing him with the same amount of enthusiasm and kissing him. “Get any sketches done?”

He smiled proudly and showed her his colorful hands. “Paintings, actually.”

“I hope you didn’t do it on my desk again.” Y/N groaned playfully. When he looked down sheepishly she frowned. “John, you promised!” When he kissed her again, she shook her head. “Fine, just clean it up, ‘kay?”

“Anything for you, baby girl,” he announced, kissing her one more time before moving on to Alex.

Laf pulled her back against his chest. “I do love having you here, mon cheri.”

“It’s great to be here, Laf.”

“Then don’t leave!” John said, bouncing a bit. Y/N giggled as Alex nodded.

“Yeah, don’t go back to Thomas, he doesn’t need you, we do!”

“Aw, Alex,” Y/N teased, leaning over and kissing his cheek. “Can’t leave my other boys alone- but, for tonight, I’m yours.”

Tuesday

Thomas held her close against his chest. “No, I don’t wanna share you!”

“Baby,” Y/N cooed, raising an eyebrow and smirking. “Don’t you want to see Aaron and Jemmy?”

Thomas frowned. “Fine. But we better not run into Hamilton on our way out.”

She stood up and brushed off her legs with a scowl. “Thomas, you know I need to check on Alex before I go.”

He sighed dramatically as he stood and kissed her cheek. “I’m not going to talk to him.”

“I didn’t expect you to,” Y/N said with a giggle and lacing her fingers with his. Thomas slung her work bag over his shoulder and held her stack of books and papers with his free hand. Y/N had a brown paper bag clutched tightly in her hand. She stopped at Alexander’s office, letting Jefferson stand off to the side, and rapped lightly on the door.

“Come in,” Hamilton called. She entered with a smile. “Y/N, darling!”

She set the bag on his desk as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her for a moment. He laid his forehead against hers and kissed her once more, hands roaming her body. She playfully pushed him away.

“Alex, it’s not your day,” she sang. Alex rolled his eyes before she handed him the bag. “Here.”

“A present?” he teased, quirking an eyebrow and beginning to open it.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “A meal. I know you, you won’t be home until midnight and by the time you finish writing you wouldn’t have had time to eat, and it’ll be too late. I made your favorite.”

He smiled at the Tupperware and kissed her again. “Thanks, sweetheart. Love you. Are you going to check on John?”

She nodded. “Yep, if Thomas stops acting like a child.” She raised her voice at the end, making sure Jefferson could hear her.

“HEY!” he called back to them.

She kissed Alex one more time before walking away. “See you tomorrow.”

“Bye, darling.”

Y/N walked out the door, giving him one last look, reminding him to eat his meal, and closed the door. Thomas had his arms crossed and was wearing a pout.

“You didn’t say you’d be in there for that long!”

“Come on, we still have to give John his meal, then we can go home.”

Jefferson groaned but gave no protest. After checking up on Laurens, Y/N and Jefferson got in the car. Thomas placed all of her things carefully in the back and slid into the driver’s seat, squeezing her hand. Once home, he parked the car in the garage and grabbed her bag.

“I can carry that, you know,” Y/N told him, stepping into the elevator with their fingers laced.

Thomas rolled his eyes as the elevator rose. “I only get to see you every other day, darling, I’m not letting you work hard while I’m around.”

She smiled and took out her keys, holding open the door for her boyfriend, making him frown at her briefly before entering.

“James!” Thomas exclaimed happily, setting down the bag and stepping into Madison’s arms. Y/N grinned at them before walking towards James and pulling him away for a moment to hug him.

“Missed you, sweetheart,” James said softly, pulling her into a small kiss. “Are you staying the night?”

She smiled. “Yep, don’t want to miss an opportunity to talk with my favorite boy.”

“You tell that to all your boys,” someone else said with a teasing tone. Y/N turned around and walked into Aaron’s arms, kissing his cheek as he wasn’t one for lots of physical contact.

“Yes, but I only mean it with you,” she cooed, rubbing his back and snuggling into his shoulder. Thomas and James quickly joined in, not wanting to be left out. Cuddled between three of her boys, there was no place she’d rather be.

Wednesday

“Wednesday’s movie night,” Hercules called, stepping into the apartment with arms full of movies. “We have one each of everyone’s favorites, we don’t have time for everything, we’re watching 2 movies so get your arguments ready!”

Alex jumped up from the couch. He had previously had Y/N’s feet on his legs as she sat in John’s lap, but he quickly pushed them off so he could begin to scream. “We have to watch The Little Mermaid!”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “You love that movie more than you love me!”

John rubbed her shoulders and kissed her neck from behind. “He doesn’t love the movie, N/N, it’s Ariel he’s in love with.”

“Great.” she chuckled. “That’s better.”

Laf entered through the door behind Herc, carrying 3 large boxes of pizza. He set the food down and smiled, coming into the living room and holding out his arms.

“I’m home, mon cheris!”’

John jumped off the couch and barrelled into Laf’s arms. “Please don’t let Alex choose The Little Mermaid again, Laf, don’t you love me?” Laurens gave his best puppy eyes.

“Aw, mon amour, it’s beyond my control!” Lafayette kissed the top of his head and opened his arms to Y/N. She stepped into them, putting her arms around his neck and kissing him sweetly.

“Glad you’re home,” she whispered into his hair.

“Glad you’re here,” he replied softly, kissing her again.

“But please, Laf, don’t let him choose again!”

Gilbert laughed. “I’ll do my best.”

Thursday

“Where are we going?”

Thomas pulled Y/N more tightly against his chest. “Well, we can do Chinese, Japanese, Thai, Indian, Mexican, Italian- or we can just run to the store and get another frozen meal.”

Y/N shifted a bit in his lap. “Okay, and when is Aaron coming home?”

“Answer my question and I’ll answer yours.” Thomas poked her nose, making her pout. After she gave him her dinner order he kissed her. “Aaron will be home any minute, and James should be up from his nap soon.”

Sure enough, only a few moments later Madison wandered out of the bedroom and came into the living room. He smiled at the two.

“Thanks for letting me rest, I feel much better.” James sniffed and settled next to them on the couch. Thomas took his hand and Y/N leaned over to kiss his cheek. Madison frowned. “Y/N, you’ll get sick!”

“And I’ll have you to take care of me,” she finished, kissing him on the lips.

“I’m home,” Aaron called, walking in. “I brought home enough ingredients for Thomas to make mac and-”

“MAC AND CHEESE!” Thomas exclaimed, shaking Y/N a bit. “Guys, Aaron is my favorite person ever!”

Y/N rolled her eyes and got off of Thomas, kissing Aaron’s forehead. “What have I told you about spoiling the children.”

“Sorry, darling,” Aaron replied, smiling.

Friday

She snuggled into Herc’s chest. “I don’t wanna go to sleep.”

He kissed the top of her head. She smiled as John rubbed her shoulders. “Why not, sweetheart?”

“‘Cause tomorrow I have to leave you again.”

“Yeah,” Alex piped up from John’s other side. “Why not stay?”

Laf smiled. “Come on, mon amour.” He reached for Y/N’s hand and squeezed it over Hercules. “Then you get to go and hang out with Thomas and James and Aaron!”

She grinned back. “Yeah. And then Sunday I’ll be back. Okay, goodnight.”

Saturday

“You shouldn’t snuggle with me, Y/N,” James reminded his girlfriend, watching with a fond smile as she moved closer to him.

“You’re always sick, cuddling has never killed me before!”

Madison shook his head. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Aaron came in shortly, finding his spot at Y/N’s other side and spooning her. “Goodnight. Thomas will be in soon.”

She rolled her eyes. “He’s almost as bad as Alex, I doubt he’ll be here at all.”

“You have so little faith in me!” Jefferson piped up, coming in with an easy smirk on his face. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

Sunday

She took the pregnancy test between her hands, studying it slowly. She felt her vision go a bit blurry, her world crashing around her.

It was positive.

{ cry for help }

pairing: hamilsquad x reader

prompt(s): “You should do a poly!hamilsquad fic where its reader waking up in the middle of the noght due to nightmares or PTSD and all th boys trying to calm her down.”

“could you maybe do one where the reader has a bad dream and one of the boys (or all) comfort her and its really fluffy?”

trigger warnings: reader has a bad dream that leads to a (short!) ptsd episode. don’t worry though! the boys got you!

“Duérmete mi amor" - sleep my love
“Duérmete pedazo de mi corazón" - sleep a piece of my heart.

“D'accord?” - “okay?”

You were driving in the dream. Your hands were on the wheel, gripping it tightly as you prepared to turn. You were driving with your best friend, going to pick up something from the store. 

You were getting ready to make a left turn, signaling, inching out forward just like you were supposed to. The light changed yellow. You figured the cars on the opposite end would obey the light and slow down, so you started to turn. Your breath hitched quickly as you moved your foot to find the brakes. Unfortunately, you found them too late. One last silver car decided to try to run the red light. 

You weren’t completely in front of that lane but your car was out forward, maybe taking up a fourth of the lane and you couldn’t reverse. The driver didn’t slow down in time. He hit the front side of your car, crashing into your head lights on the right hand side and pushing it back down the road by a couple feet. 

The airbags flew out and you held back a scream.

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John can’t remember the last time he had been so happy to just stay in his home with Rosie. He was resting his back on the arm of the sofa watching Sherlock play peekaboo with Rosie on the floor. She was just as infatuated with him as he was. Sherlock was simply that wonderful. Did he know this? Sure, he had his moments of being particularly nasty, but so does everybody. But that’s because everyone else made him feel like that it was the only way to live. Sherlock didn’t allow himself to be this soft with anybody besides himself and Mrs. Hudson, sometimes.

“Perfect.”

“What?” Sherlock turned to him and John’s heart skipped a beat.

“What?”

“You said something.” Sherlock was giving him the “you’re a git” look.

“I did?”

Sherlock rolled his eyes and tilted his head. “John you’re not making any sense.”

John didn’t realize he said that out loud, but now he was embarrassed and he needed a diversion. “Do you want some tea? I’ve been wanting some for a while now.”

Sherlock was holding Rosie’s hands and he watched John rush to the kitchen with a puzzled look. “I’d like a cup.” John nodded and started to look in cupboards for two cups, he hoped Sherlock wasn’t still staring at him, God he was an idiot. It was only one word, but he let it slip and now Sherlock thinks he’s an idiot. He let out a sigh of relief when he heard Sherlock laughing over Rosie’s mumbling. It made John’s heart sing when he heard her so happy. What he hadn’t expected to hear was Sherlock’s voice singing gently to the baby.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey…”

John closed his eyes and clutched the counter, how much more could he fall in with this man? He was already neck-deep in his amount of love and to hear Sherlock singing, he wasn’t sure he could handle it. Sherlock had so much love in his heart and even the most coldest of men could hear it when he sang. He couldn’t help it, he had to see Sherlock’s face while he sang the children’s song. He wanted to etch the memory of Sherlock’s face while he sang. He turned around and Sherlock was looking directly into Rosie’s eyes, his mouth, the mouth that John loved so much, the soft pink lips that he kissed. That mouth and those lips were curved into a smile so delicate and fragile that John physically felt his heart wrench at how painfully beautiful he was. Sherlock’s blue eyes flickered up to John’s, and he continued to sing softly, “You’ll never know dear, how much I love you…please don’t take my sunshine away…”

John blinked and Sherlock was enveloped in Rosie again, laughing and playing with her. It happened so fast that John thought he imagined it. Sherlock was singing to him. He smiled and returned to making the tea. He replayed Sherlock singing in his mind, despite it just happening. If only it were recorded, he would play it repeatedly until the disc broke. He hummed it softly still thinking of those gorgeous eyes looking right through him, straight into his core and singing those lines so carefully. He heard Sherlock say, “Are you growing the tea leaves yourself? You’re taking an awful long time.”

John chuckled and said, “Exercise patience!”

Sherlock only graced him with yet another treasured smile, and resumed playing with the oblivious infant. John poured the tea into the mugs and whispered, “Please don’t take my sunshine away…”

——-

Don’t worry, this won’t be the last time Sherlock sings nursery songs! 

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Jerk (Lams)

AN: this is so bad and I don’t even have an excuse 

Tag Crew: @huffleheyguys @artisticgamer @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit @hmltntrsh51 @theoverlordofeverything @megabooklover18 Request: Anonymous- Could you do lams for the “make me” prompt where John is being a little brat

Warnings: little bit of sex and swearing

Word Count: 1,500

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“‘Lex,” John rolled over. “The light is too bright.”

“I’m almost done,” Alex mumbled.

John sat up and reached for Alex’s hand, trying to stop him from typing. He’d been trying to get Alex to sleep for at least three hours. This was the normal routine in the Hamilton household, of course, but it seemed more frustrating tonight. John had been keyed up all day while Alex spent what was supposed to be a day off on his computer. Again, not unusual.

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“Tie or bow tie?” Lafayette mused, holding each up to his chest in turn.

Alexander and John were laying entangled on Lafayette’s bed watching him get ready.

“How about…neither?” Alexander asked, leaving John laughing into the pillow.

“Yeah,” he added. “Stop being lame and stay here to watch movies with us.”

Lafayette stuck out his tongue and threw the tie on the bed, opting for the pale pink bow tie. 

“No way. I’m taking Herc out and there’s nothing you two freaks can do about it. If you want to waste the most romantic day of the year laying in bed and watching movies, go ahead, but I’m not going to do that.”

John and Alexander exchanged a knowing glance and started laughing. “Laf,” Alexander explained, leaning forward over his criss-crossed legs. “We are not going to just be watching movies. Don’t kid yourself, my dear.”

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{ For anyone who’s had a rough day or a busy week. my heart goes out to you. whether it’s school or friends or work that’s got you feeling overwhelmed, take a deep breath + don’t forget to be kind to yourself! hope you’re all doing okay! <3 }


You walked into the apartment you shared with your boys, tired and downcast. You shut the door quietly before kicking off your shoes, throwing your bag down, and letting out a heavy sigh.

“Hey, (Y/N)’s home!” You heard Hercules say. You swallowed, and held back tears when the boys all looked up from where they were in the kitchen, and smiled at you.

Why they looked at you as if you were the most wonderful person alive would forever confuse you.

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Imagine Sherlock and John has been taking care of baby Rosie for the last few nights and tonights the night they’re finally getting some sleep.

When out of nowhere Rosie starts crying and just couldn’t stop they’ve tried every thing, but then John had epiphany. He layed Rosie in the middle of the bed, Sherlock was to tired to deduce what on earth he’s husband is doing, since its not making her stop.

Then John laid on left of Rosie and signalled Sherlock to lay the other side then ever so slowly, thoroughly and softly he hums the song “With a Smile” by Eraserheads. Sherlock was astonished yet he sang a long intertwining his hands with John.

Sherlock paused glancing at John who’s eyes were full of love and adoration from their little angel. Sherlock didn’t realize that droplets of diamonds were falling down he’s cheeks he whispered “What a lucky man I am…”

Then a hand caressed he’s cheek, catching the diamonds that we’re now in the hands of the love his life. Finally John said “We’ll get by with a smile… now its time to kiss away those tears goodbye”. A small peck landed on his cheek…

The room was lit by the giggles, not only by them, but their one and only angel.

(What a beautiful short story ;-; Thank you for the submission! I tried to draw a simple illustration for it but it didn’t come out right sorry >.>)

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AN: Here’s part one Maybe a Break and part two  Maybe a Break Part Two

Warnings: self harm mentions 

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A/N: OKay I saw this video and just thought that this would be cute

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You Gotta Come Home With Me - DaydreamDestiel - Supernatural [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 9/9
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Previous Lisa/Dean - Relationship
Characters: Castiel, Dean Winchester, Jo Harvelle, Charlie Bradbury, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, Ellen Harvelle
Additional Tags: Lead Singer!Cas, mechanic!Dean, AU, John Winchester’s A+ Parenting, Top Castiel, Bottom Dean, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Dry Humping, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Kissing, Slightly - Freeform, Dom!Cas, Sub!Dean, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Smut, Tiny Tiny Bit of Angst, but happy ending
Series: Part 1 of Come Home with Me
Summary:

He had to admit that the rough gravel voice of the lead singer as he sang out The Black Crowes’ Hard To Handle was heating something in his lower belly that Dean didn’t want to think too much about. He held out a moment longer, keeping his eyes on Jo as she started to dance along to the beat.

And then he looked up and holy fucking shit. Dean was eating his words, because he was definitely looking right now. The guy with the voice like sex dipped in sin looked even better than he sounded. Which really shouldn’t have been possible, because Jesus, that voice was grating down his spine in the best possible way.

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Ten x Rose restaurateur/food critic AU

Word count: 1092  |  All Ages (for now)  |  Part 2/?

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Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6

Chapter summary:  Doctor John Smith reads Rose’s review.




“Hey, Doc!  You seen this review?” Jack shoved his phone in front of John’s face, effectively blocking his previously unobstructed view of the physics journal he was in the middle of perusing.

“Can’t you see I’m trying to read?” he said with a scowl, pushing Jack’s phone away.

“Yeah, but you’re reading the wrong thing.  You’ll wanna see this, trust me.”  He pushed his phone towards John again, a little less forcefully this time, but with definite insistence.

John sighed and dropped the publication on the desk, adjusting his glasses as he took the phone out of Jack’s hand and started reading.


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Rose Tyler | Food Enthusiast | Restaurant Reviewer | Eating my way through time and space

Friday, October 27, 2017,

The Blue Box…


“Oh!”  John sat up, suddenly aware of what he was reading.  “Rose Tyler came here?”  He looked up at Jack, wide eyed.

“Yeah, but don’t get too excited. She only gave you 20 out of 30 possible.”

John’s forehead creased, his mouth turned into a sour frown.  “What?  Why?”  He glanced back at the screen, scanning the score chart.

“Wait… she gave me 1 for service?”

“Because you didn’t come to her table.”  Jack folded his arms across his chest.  “John, you gotta greet the critic when they come to your restaurant!”

John cringed.  Jack only called him John when he disapproved of something he’d done.

“Yeah, but what if I’m not here? I’ve been at the university all week!  Barely even popped in other than to make sure the place isn’t going down in flames.  Donna’s been running things in my absence.”

“Yeah, I figured that,” Jack said with an eye roll.

“Wait, what’s that supposed to mean?” John said defensively.

“Did you see what Ms. Tyler ordered?” Jack leaned over the desk, staring pointedly at John.  “Pan. Fried. Cod.”  He straightened.  “Your sister changed the menu while you were gone.”

John’s eyebrows shot up.  “Oh no. No… she didn’t.  She served the cod.  The bloody cod!”

Jack flopped down in the chair opposite John’s desk.  “Well, it wasn’t all bad.  She said it was perfectly cooked.”

“Yeah, but the seasoning…” John moaned in dismay.

“You mean lack of seasoning.”

“Blimey, she’s so attached to that dish, I don’t get it.  She won’t let me touch it.  That’s why I didn’t let her put it on the menu in the first place!”

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The Melody In My Head [EPILOGUE]

Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Soulmate AU: you can hear your soulmates voice in your head, but only when they’re singing.

Word Count/Genre: 985 / Fluff

PARTS: [PT. 1] [PT. 2] [PT. 3] [PT. 4] [FINAL] [EPILOGUE]

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Prompt: having spent the night together, paul wakes up and writes here there and everywhere for John. Within earshot.

yay this is one of the best written sonnngss like ever. woo! so cute.

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“I just don’t want you t’be gone for so long.” Paul pouted as he and John lied in their bed. “Baby, it’s only three days.” John chuckled tiredly. He was leaving the next day to head to Scotland with his Aunt Mimi for a relative’s wedding. John had tried his best to convince Mimi to have Paul come too, but she deemed it inappropriate. “I prefer when you’re here, with me.” Paul pulled John closer to him, kissing the top of the auburn hair resting on his shoulder now. “I’m always with you, Paulie.” John said in a hushed tone. Paul recognized the tone in his voice, he was on the verge of falling asleep. “Not physically.” Paul argued. John tilted his head up and kissed Paul’s neck softly before whispering:

“I’m always with you. Here, there and everywhere.”

John drifted off to sleep after whispering the sweet words against his younger boyfriend’s neck. Paul on the other hand, couldn’t bring himself to close his eyes. As he lied there, holding John against his bare chest, he battled with his mind. A certain melody danced through his brain that he couldn’t help but fall in love with. He even tried to put lyrics to the melody, but he had to get up. Paul’s body felt as though it was about to burst if he didn’t get up and figure out this damned melody.

Paul slipped slowly and carefully out of the bed so he didn’t wake John. Paul tiptoed out to their piano and sat down on the bench. He clicked his pen and made sure to write Another Lennon-McCartney Original on the top as the two always did, whether they wrote the song together or not. Paul closed his eyes for a moment and listened to the melody dancing in his head, and let his fingers do the rest of the work. They moved up and down the keys flawlessly. 

John woke up to the sound of their piano. This wasn’t an irregular occurrence, either. At least a few times a month John would be woken up to the sound of his lover sorting through the melodic mess in his brain in order to give life to a beautiful song. This song sounded different. Usually John would get up and sit with him. He loved to give Paul his advice, and even more so John loved to just watch Paul in his element. Those were the moments that Paul seemed to just, glow.

But, this song sounded different to John. So he lied back in bed with his eyes open, and listened to Paul. To lead a better life, I need my love to be here. John noticed how soft and delicate Paul’s voice sounded. It was a different sense of softness compared to when Paul was just trying to stay quiet and not wake John up from his slumber. Paul’s voice always sounded genuine and full of emotion, but this was… different. Here, making each day of the year. Changing my life with the wave of ‘is hand. Nobody can deny that there’s something there. John couldn’t just listen anymore. He climbed out of bed slowly as he listened to Paul sing and tinker away on the piano. There, running my hands through ‘is hair. Both of us thinking how good it can be. Someone is speaking, but he doesn’t know she’s there. John almost wanted to close his eyes before he saw Paul’s beautiful bare back sitting straight up at the piano. I want ‘im everywhere, and when he’s beside me I know I need never care. Knowing that love is to share. 

John crossed his arms and leaned on the the doorframe and watched the dark haired man’s body move and sway with the music. Each one believing that love never dies. Watching his eyes, and hoping I’m always there. The smile on John’s face felt like it would never disappear. John watched the man he fell in love with write a beautiful song for him. I want him everywhere, and when he’s beside me I know I need never care. John knew Paul would have to change the pronouns in the song if they wanted to release it, something they both hated doing, but he wasn’t going to think of that now. John wanted to relish in this moment. Knowing that love is to share. John finally began to walk over to him, slowly and quietly. 

Paul knew John was there, but he kept playing anyway. Each one believing that love never dies, watching his eyes, and hoping I’m always there. Paul’s voice trembled a bit as he felt John’s hands lightly placed on his bare shoulders. John rested his head lightly next to Paul’s, who leaned his head on John’s as a loving response. I will be there, and everywhere. Here, there and everywhere. Both Paul and John had their eyes closed as Paul sang the last note of the song, both smiling. “I love you, John.” Paul whispered as he moved his face so he could place a brief kiss on John’s aquiline nose. “I love you, Macca. Here, there and everywhere.” John’s soft voice replied before pressing his forehead against Paul’s.

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12. Laurette “Jesus, you’re acting like you don’t even want to touch me!”

Content Note: Period typical homophobia, internalized religious issues

Morning light through the tent flap. Ham was gone, already up and working, probably, before dawn. That was Ham. The storm that never stopped brewing.

As always, that quiet few minutes John had to himself in the morning, before his brain woke up, before the fear, the anger, the rage set in. He lived with it constantly, the war in his heart, in the back of his mind. But every morning, he had a few moments peace. He snuggled deeper into his cot, under the warm arm draped around him, eyes drifted shut.

His eyes snapped open. Arm?

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Love Bites || John Swift {Jswazz}

Well kinda, I got the idea to write this when my bestfriend  said she’d give Swazz hickeys to show all them hoes he’s taken. So here.

You were walking through the mall with your boyfriend, John. It was fairly empty since it was a Sunday.

“Hey I’m gonna run into Sephora real fast and get some makeup wipes.”  You smiled kissing his cheeks. As much as he loved you he refused to step foot in Sephora, no matter what.

“Hurry, I’ll miss you.” He smiled leaning against the post in front of the store.  You looked around at the different products on your way to get what you needed.

“Ooo” You sang to yourself, running your hand across an eyeshadow pallet. You picked up what you needed and walked to the check out. As you waited in line you looked over at Swazz, who was talking to a girl.  He smiled at her and turned his attention back to his phone. You knew he would never cheat on you but that was still your man. You payed for your things just in time to see her reach out and caress his arm.

You smiled at the cashier and took your bag. You smiled  quickly turned to a scowl as you approached Swazz. You didn’t bother to stop and introduce yourself to the girl, in fact you didn’t stop at all.  You grabbed a hold of John’s hoodie and pulled him behind you, not letting go til you got outside. You were sitting in the car on the way home, you had your arms crossed as you stared out the window.

You looked over at John, who had a smirk forming on his face. You scoffed and looked away as you pulled into the drive way. You got out of the car and slammed the door entering the house. You went straight up to your room and started removing you clothes, changing into something more comfortable. You put on a pair of light grey sweats and a pink bralette. You slipped on your slippers and went downstairs.

You entered the den to see Swazz sitting on the couch watching tv. He had removed his shirt leaving him in his sweats. You walked over to him and straddled his waist. He smiled and looked up at you resting his hands on your butt.

You leaned down and connected your lips to his, you had one hand in his hair and the other caressing his torso. You kissed his cheek all the way to his jaw, stopping at his neck. You began sucking and biting the skin, grinding on him in the process. You pulled away and looked down at the three little love bites you left on his skin. You put placed your hands on his cheeks and gave him one last kiss, leaving on hand behind his head.

“What was that for?” He smiled pushing a strand of hair out of your face.

“I’m marking my territory. Showin’ all them hoes you’re mine.” He let out a laugh and kissed you once more.

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I Believe In Miracles [LAURENS x READER]

PAIRING: john X reader

SUMMARY: John and Y/N spend the morning together

REQUEST: hey if you’re still doing requests, could you do a John Laurens x reader?? something cute and fluffy????

WORDS: 841

A/N: sorry its soooo short- im not very good with fluff as I am with Angst. I hope this is good for you though!! 

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You always woke up before John. Always. Ever since the two of you had started dating you would wake up before him, slipping out of bed silently and making the two of you breakfast. Then John would sneak up behind you and wrap his arms around your body. The two of you would sway to your own beat while the eggs cooked.

So when you stretched your arm out only to realise that your boyfriend wasn’t beside you, you were a little bit freaked out. The rational side of you told you that he’s probably gone to the toilet, but the other part of your brain (the part that likes to freak out), was telling you that he’d been kidnapped and murdered.

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Hello

John x Reader

Prompt: #55 Please let me in

This is such a crack fic and full of sin someone help me. It’s based on a vine, but I can’t find it, sorry!


“John come on, stop messing around!” you told him as he stood on the other side of the window.

He laughed, holding his cell phone in his hand.

“Not until you do the thing!” he told you, starting to film you. You groaned.

“Please let me in.”

“No. Do the thing!”

You sighed.

“HELLO FROM THE OTHER SIIIIIIIIDDDDDEEE!” you sang, knowing that he wouldn’t let you in anytime soon if you didn’t.

He started laughing, unlocking the door so that you could finally come in.

“Thank you darling!” he told you, pulling you into a hug and kiss.

“Yeah yeah,” you smirked, rolling your eyes and kissing him back.

“Are you going to post that?”

“Of course!”

You groaned. Why was he doing this to you.

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t.”