but with twelve ;n;

people at the garrison pasing around the rumor that matt holt it’s cheating shiro with shiro’s brother because some people have seen keith walking unto matt’s room at twelve am but when shiro hears about this, he laughs… keith n matt are planing a trip to find mothman

The Nutcracker - Michael Clifford

Originally posted by angelofficals

I really need to get back on track with this. Like ASAP. It’s really bugging me.


There’s one thing Michael would never admit about the holidays. And that was that he loved the Nutcracker. He despised everything about ballet from the stupid slippers to the fluffy tutu’s that were, in his mind, just a waste of fabric…yet, somehow, that boy was infatuated with one of the most classical parts of Christmas. And somehow, this boy ended up at the show every year. He had been going since he was younger, his best friend’s mom taking the two to see the ballerinas since it was her favorite thing in the world, her dream one day to be the lead in the show. It was his Christmas tradition whether he wanted to admit it or not.

When they were twelve, y/n had come running through the fence in their yard, envelope in hand with the casting roster to the show for one of the major production companies in their province, y/n getting a role as a sugar plum fairy, her entire being jumping with joy at the fact she was going to be on the big stage, even just as a sugar plum fairy because, “you can’t get better if you don’t take the roles you’re given.”

This happened for the next year and next year until she was eighteen where she was offered a full time position in the company performing in shows year round, gaining leads in swan lake, Giselle, and Sleeping Beauty, yet still not gaining the one roll she had been striving for since she had started as a dancer, her hope dwindling down with each passing year.

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Tease II

Jack Sparrow

Affection, mild tease, mild flirt

Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean

Request: “ Hi!  Can I try for a continuation of the Pirates fic with Jack and mermaid reader where she brings him really, really, really, REALLY bizarre stuff from deep within the ocean for each of the twelve days of Christmas? “

Word count: 793

A/N: I know that this isn’t particularly what you requested, but I hope you like the way I wrote it! I just thought that it would be very long to write about these twelve things, so I created it this way. :)

gif is not mine.

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Always Mine - Chapter 14

[CHAPTER ONE] [CHAPTER TWO] [CHAPTER THREE] [CHAPTER FOUR] [CHAPTER FIVE] [CHAPTER SIX] [CHAPTER SEVEN] [CHAPTER EIGHT] [CHAPTER NINE] [CHAPTER TEN] [CHAPTER ELEVEN] [CHAPTER TWELVE] [CHAPTER THIRTEEN]

A/N: Hey guys! Here is chapter 14! So unfortunately, this is the last chapter of Always Mine until The Walking Dead comes back to TV. But don’t worry, I’m going to start outlining the prequel! I was thinking about a new update schedule. How would you guys feel about Always Mine being updated on Thursday’s and the prequel being updated on Sunday’s? Let me know what you think! I want to try and have the first chapter of the prequel done by Sunday so you guy’s still get an update!


“No!”


Katherine immediately pulled her hands out of Negan and pushed him off of her. Negan immediately sat up and scowled at her while she quickly pulled a sheet up to cover her body.


“What the fuck do you think you’re fucking doing?”

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Co Workers (Part Twelve)

A/N: Couple thangs. I’m don’t know much about getting charged with assault or whatever, I looked up the different degrees and made up the 12 hour thing (You’ll get what I’m talking about in a minute.) And then I made this smutty since I know it’s been awhile <3

Pairing: Misha x Reader

Warnings: Smut smut smutttt

Word Count: 2.4k

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(Gif not mine)

You couldn’t wrap your head around anything, when all the cops left you realized that there were tears running down your face. What just happened? What do you do? It was brought to your attention that it was someone in the bar that had called the police. Derek was by your side, he assured everyone that they could go home. Rae made you promise her that’d you’d call her when you figured everything out.

For now, you and Derek needed to get to the police station.


You pushed the doors to the police station open, heading straight to the desk behind the glass window at the front, Derek following close behind you.

“Can I help you?” the woman on the other side said.

“Yes-” you were out of breath from running- “M-my boyfriend was brought in about an hour ago? He was arrested? His name’s Misha?”

“You’ll have to go to the bonds desk if you’re here to pick him up.” she pointed down the long hallway where there was another glass window with a desk on the inside.

You quickly made your way to the other desk and lightly tapped on the glass to get the man’s attention.

“Last name?” He asked you without even looking up from his computer.

“Collins.” you replied, and the man typed for a moment before looking up.

“There’s no one here with that last name, ma’am.”

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CTH:Post-Breakup AU #1
  • I literally can’t sleep alone anymore so i’ve shown up at your door in my pyjamas, can we have one more nap together, please?

“I’m comin, I’m comin!” You yelled as you rushed to look somewhat presentable.

You had just hopped out of the shower not even four minutes ago when you heard someone knocking at your door. You weren’t exactly sure who it was since you didn’t have any texts or calls letting you know someone was coming over.As you tugged your silk pyjama shorts up your legs while trying to hop to the door, you slipped on the tiny water droplets falling from your hair.

“Just a second!"You groaned as you grabbed your doorknob for support and pulled yourself up. You swung the door open, shivering as the cool air pooled into your warm apartment. "Calum?”

“Hey, Y/N.”

“It’s like, twelve something, Cal. Why are you here?”

Calum felt his heart skip a beat as his nickname rolled off of your tongue. It hadn’t been long since your breakup, maybe two weeks tops, but he felt like he’d been sleeping on Ashton’s couch for months.

“I uh…I can’t sleep.” He looked down at the ground, sliding his Nike slide off his foot and putting it on again.

“Okay?” You said as you eyebrows knitted together in confusion, not catching what he was hinting at.

“What does that have to do with why you’re here?”

“I literally can’t sleep alone anymore, so I’ve shown up at your door in my pyjamas. Can we have one more nap together, please? ” Calum rambled out nervously, afraid to be turned down.

“Calum…”

“I haven’t slept a full night since we broke up, Y/N. I need this.”

He stared with puppy dog eyes and you sighed, reaching up to scratch your head and moving to the side to allow him in. Calum tried to fight the huge grin that wanted to make an appearance on his face as he stepped into the house. Memories of all the fun times you two had replaying in his head as he looked around at what he used to call home.

“Do you need warm milk?”

“Nah, I’ve had like two cups already.”

“Well you better go pee, cause I’m not going to deal with you getting up through the night.”

“Yes, mum.” He rolled his eyes playfully and you let out a breathy laugh as he scurried down the hallway.

As Calum did what he had to do in the bathroom you tidied around your apartment before going to bed. You knew it’d be a lot easier cleaning now than in the morning when you didn’t feel like moving. You also knew that Calum was a clingy one and since you’ve let him back in your bed, he was definitely going to be cuddling you in the morning.

Unless he leaves before I wake up. You halted for a split second, furrowing your eyebrows together and your bottom lip protruded slightly. That would suck.

“Y/N, you comin?!”

“Yeah!”

You flicked off the lights and made your way into your bedroom down the hall, flicking off the bathroom light on your way. Once you got to your room you noticed that Calum had made himself comfortable on what used to be his side of the bed.

“Goodnight.” You smiled kindly at him, turning your back towards him to sleep.

“Goodnight.”

The two of you didn’t have a bad breakup, in fact it was a mutual decision, but I’d be weird just to cuddle him now.

It was silent for a while before you heard him ask you,“ Can we cuddle?”

“Yeah, sure.”

You went to shuffle back but halted at his request.“Can I be the little spoon?”

You felt your heart swoon at how small and innocent his voice sounded, just knowing that he probably had his puppy dog eyes out for show. You giggled lightly and turned over to see him already facing you.

“Of course.”

Calum smiled at you slightly as he flipped onto his side and allowed you to wrap your arms around his body the best you could. You pressed an innocent kiss to his neck and he sighed contently, feeling butterflies in his belly due to the kind gesture. He took in everything in this moment: the scent of your shower gel, your fabric softener, the warmth of your body pressed against his, the feeling of your breath on his neck. He knew he probably wouldn’t get to experience this for any time soon, but he hoped he would. He hoped that when the morning came you would ask him to stay. He hoped that you missed him just as much as he missed you. And he prayed that you’d take him back, because he knew he couldn’t function without you.


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ZNT1A

July 17th [Day 8] FAREWELL // REMEMBER US


…So this is it. Special thanks to sweetchoclate for always adding nice comment and everyone who like and reblog my znt draws. I have so much fun (and pain) at this znt anniversary week. I’ve been listening Hakuuchumu by Aimer and that song is definitely Lisa’s song post-series, ugh i still can’t stop crying.

Thank you so much to the one behind znt anniversary blog, I hope i could do this again next year!

anonymous asked:

WAIT, R U TELLING ME UR NOT EVEN 13????? SO YOUNG SO INNOCENT SO MUCH TO LEARN AND EXPERIANCE. and now suddenly the thought that my lil' sis might be on this hellsite has disturbed me so im gonna stop typing and go contemplate what to do with this realization

1.) yes, i turn 13 on june 1st
2.) i might look maybe like 15-18 bc my height
3.) fam i feel like i know too much already help
also like
(one of my mutuals/friends on here was so shocked that i was only twelve and know about hamilton n all that jazz)

Always Mine - Chapter 13

[CHAPTER ONE] [CHAPTER TWO] [CHAPTER THREE] [CHAPTER FOUR] [CHAPTER FIVE] [CHAPTER SIX] [CHAPTER SEVEN] [CHAPTER EIGHT] [CHAPTER NINE] [CHAPTER TEN] [CHAPTER ELEVEN[CHAPTER TWELVE]

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for the late update, yet again. I so wanted this to be out earlier but apparently life had other plans. But here it is! I really, really loved writing this chapter so I hope you all like it! Also, I have been tossing around the idea of writing a prequel to this which would be all about Negan and Katherine’s relationship before the apocalypse. So if you guys are interested, let me know!


Katherine spun around and looked up at Negan in shock. Sure she knew it’d happen but she didn’t think it would happen so soon. They had only had the talk two days and she was still trying to process everything. And by processing she meant laying in her bed at night, crying and hoping Gabriel went missing or something.


“T-tonight?”


“Of-fucking-course, Doll. Why would we fucking wait now that we’ve got…Shit, I forgot your fucking name again.”


He looked over at Gabriel. When he didn’t answer right away, the man guarding him nudged him with the gun.


“Gabriel,” he muttered. Negan smirked at him.


“Right.” He looked back down at Katherine. “Now that we’ve fucking got Gabriel here, why the fuck would we wait?” He placed his hands on her shoulder’s and turned her back around so they were both looking at Gabriel.


“When’s a good fucking time, Father?”


Gabriel looked back and forth between Katherine and Negan. His eyes focused in on Katherine.


“Katherine, do you want this?” Negan chuckled.


“Of course she fucking wants this.”


Gabriel looked away from Katherine to Negan.


“I need to hear it from her. I will not marry someone who does not wished to be.”


Negan sucked his teeth.


“Fine.” He looked down at Katherine. “Fucking tell him, Kitty Kat.”


Katherine looked up at Negan, who gave her a hard look. She felt like she was going to throw up as she turned back around to face Gabriel.


“What the fuck are you waiting for? Fucking tell him.” His hands tightened on Katherine’s shoulder’s, making her wince slightly. She locked eyes with Gabriel and slowly nodded.


“I want this, Gabriel.” She had to stop the vomit that threatened to rise at her words. She didn’t want this. But the only thing arguing with Negan would achieve was the death of someone else.


Negan grinned widely.


“See Father? She fucking wants it too.” He kissed Katherine’s temple, before grinning smugly at Gabriel. “So you’re gonna fucking stay here and do whatever you priests have to fucking do before marrying people and Kitty Kat and I are gonna go get fucking ready. Joshua, stay here and make sure he does what he fucking has to.”


Joshua nodded, keeping the gun pointed at Gabriel as Negan pulled Katherine out of his office.

“There was a lot of fucking suspense there, Doll. For a minute I thought you were gonna fucking say no.”


I said no before and you told me I had no choice.” She thought to herself. Besides, she knew the threat that came with if she said no. That gun that was pointing at Gabriel could have easily been fired.


“But you wouldn’t have fucking done that, would ya?”


Katherine shook her head, keeping her eyes on the ground. Negan just laughed and pulled her closer.


“W-what am I supposed to wear?”


“Something fucking white of course. Don’t fucking worry, Doll. I found some shit for you on the run the other day.”


Katherine said a silent prayer that it was nothing to revealing. But knowing Negan, it would be.


He led her to the wives quarters. When they stopped in front of the door, he pulled her around and crushed her front against his chest. He lifted her face up to his.


“Be ready in a fucking half hour. Simon will come and fucking get you.”


He bent down and placed a kiss on her forehead before turning her around and walking away. Katherine took a shaky breath in and held in her tears as she walked into the room.


She didn’t see any of the other wives as she made her way back to her room. When she walked in, she noticed a black duffel bag sitting on her bed.


She shut her bedroom door and walked over to the bed. She unzipped it with shaky hands before pulling out the contents of it. Inside was a new pair of white lace panties and a matching bra, a short, black, silk, robe. Shaking her head, she set the garments to the side andreached in to pull out the last item.


Tears stung her eyes when she saw it was a white dress that would probably stop above her knees and had long, lace, sleeves. She sniffled and threw the dress down on the bed. It had all just hit her. She was getting married today. A marriage she did not want but had no choice in the matter.


She ran her hands through her long hair as tears fell from her eyes.


Katherine breathed in and out, taking deep breaths to try and calm herself. She wiped her tears just as she heard the door open and and heard the other women talking.


She wiped her eyes and started changing out of her tank top and jeans and into the dress Negan had found her. She had to wonder where he found all this stuff. Was there an abandoned mall somewhere around them?


She had just pulled her dress on and was brushing her hair when her bedroom door opened and Sherry poked her head in. She took in what Katherine was wearing and sighed, stepping farther into the room.


“So today is the day, huh?”


Katherine nodded, as she brushed out her hair.


“How did you know?”


Sherry lent against the wall, watching her.


“Negan has all his other men setting a party up downstairs. Apparently we’re all invited for the big celebration.”


“Great,” she muttered. To her, this wasn’t something to celebrate. When she was a little girl, she imagined the day she’d get married and it today was nothing like how she imagined. She wanted her wedding to be nice and small with all her family and friends. She wanted to have a beaming smile when she walked down the aisle and saw her future husband. She wanted to have tears in her eyes while she clutched onto her father’s arm.


Sure she had tears in her eyes today but they weren’t the happy kind she always imagined they’d be.


“Thank you for convincing Negan to still let us have all the perks of being his wife without actually being with him.”


Katherine nodded as she applied a small amount of makeup to her face. She knew she was going to cry it all off anyways sp why do a lot of work just to have it ruined.


“I didn’t think It’d be fair if he just cut you guys off.” Sherry nodded.


“I knew it would happen sooner or later.”


Katherine furrowed her eyebrows as she turned to look at the older woman.


“Why?”


Sherry shifted and stood up a little straighter.


“Negan’s been different since you got here. Usually the wives are left in the room. He only ever stopped by to pick one of us to take for the night. But he constantly had you with him. Not to mention, he hasn’t tried to sleep with one of us since you got here.”


Katherine furrowed her eyebrows deeper. That couldn’t be true. She had heard him pick someone when he first brought her to the wives quarters.


“He’s different. I think he really cares about you.”


Katherine couldn’t help but huff as she shook her head.


“No, he doesn’t. He only cares about people knowing I’m his and only his.”


Sherry sighed through her nose and was about to argue when the bedroom door opened and Amber poked her head in.


“Simon’s here for you, Katherine.”


Katherine’s heart started to race again as she pulled on a pair of black heels. She walked out of the room, Amber and Sherry following her. She saw Simon standing by the door, eyes raking over the other women. He looked up and smirked at her.


“Let’s go.”


Katherine took a shaky breath and held her tears in as she followed him out of the hall. They walked in silence, not that Katherine cared. Her stomach had started to roll visciously again. She took deep breaths trying to calm it.


When they came up to Negan’s office, Katherine stood behind Simon as he raised his fist and knocked on the door.


“Come in!” Negan sang. Simon opened the door and stood to the side, allowing Katherine to walk in.


She slowly walked in and saw Father Gabriel standing in front of the desk, Joshua standing next to him, his gun still out. In front of them stood a grinning Negan. He was wearing dark blue jeans and a black button up shirt. He lent to the side and lent out a groan.


“Well hot fucking damn! Look how fucking hot my fucking wife is!”


He walked over to Katherine and took her hand in his.


“I am going to fucking love ripping that off you later.” He whispered in her ear, biting her ear lobe before standing up straight and pulling her over so they were both standing in front of Gabriel.


Gabriel looked back and forth between them. Negan cleared his throat and lent towards the man threateningly.


“I don’t enjoy threatening priests. So let’s get this fucking show on the road, Father.”


Gabriel slightly glared at the man as he stood back up straight. Gabriel turned his eyes to Katherine who just have him a slight nod.


“It’s okay,” she mouthed silently to him although she didn’t believe her own words.


Gabriel let out an angry sigh and opened his Bible. He cleared his throat.


“Dearly beloved, we gather here today to unite these two people in marriage.” Negan grinned down at Katherine, who refused to meet his gaze. “Their decision to marry has not been entered into lightly and today they publicly declare their private devotion to each other.”


Katherine’s heart clenched at his words. This marriage was definitely not entered lightly. More like forcefully. She zoned out on most of the ceremony, trying to control the urge to vomit. She jumped slightly feeling someone squeeze her hand. She shook her head slightly and looked up to see Negan looking down at her intently.


“Fucking pay attention, Doll. We’re getting to the good part now. Fucking continue, Father.”


Gabriel clenched his jaw as he continued.


“Do you have rings?”


Negan smirked.


“Yes I fucking do.”


Katherine’s eyes widened in surprise as Negan reached in the pocket of his jeans and pulled out two rings. One was a small, slim, gold wedding band that was for her and a normal gold wedding band for Negan.

“Where did you find these?” Katherine, asked, not being able to hide her surprise. Negan smirked down at her.


“There was a fucking jewelry store where we did our last run. How fucking lucky am I, Doll?”


He placed them on the bible. Gabriel blessed the rings before looking back at the pair.


“Please face each other and join hands.” Katherine took a shaky breath as they both turned to face each other and Negan held her hands tightly in his.


“Negan, please repeat after me. I Negan…”


“I Negan…”


“Promise to love and support you, Katherine, and live each day with kindness, understanding, truth, humor, and passion.”


Negan smirked the whole time he repeated what Gabriel had just said.


“Take the ring.” Negan grabbed Katherine’s ring off the Bible and held her left hand, tightly, between them held the ring in front of her ring finger.


“Do you Negan, take Katherine to be your lawfully wedded wife?”


“You bet your fucking ass I do.” He slid the ring on Katherine’s finger before letting out a little laugh.


“Look it fucking fits! I’m a good fucking guesser.”


Gabriel gave him a slight slare and looked at Katherine, noticing the way she was trying to hold tears in.


“Katherine,” he spoke softer then he did with Negan. Katherine looked over at him. “Katherine repeat after me. I Katherine…”


“I Katherine…” Her voice shook, making Negan chuckle a little.


“Promise to love and support you, Negan, and live each day with kindness, understanding, truth, humor, and passion.”


Katherine hesitantly repeated what Gabriel said.


“Take the ring.”


Katherine reached over with a shaking hand and picked up the ring. Her whole body was shaking at this point as she held the ring in front of Negan’s left ring finger.


“Do you Katherine, take Negan to be your lawfully wedded husband?”


Negan raised his eyebrows as he waited for her answer.

Katherine opened her mouth but nothing came out. She felt everyone’s eyes on her. She closed her mouth and swallowed the lump in her throat.


“I’m fucking waiting, Kitty Kat.”


She looked up into his dark eyes and swallowed harshly.


“I do.” She whispered. A big grin broke out on Negan’s face as she slid the ring onto his finger.


“Then by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may-.”


“Yea, yea, I know what the fuck to do.” Negan laughed, pulling Katherine’s face up to his and capturing her lips in a rough, passionate kiss.


He pulled away, his breath hitting her lips.


“Let’s go get the fucking party started.”




Katherine sat on Negan’s lap down in the mess hall as he laughed and drank beers with his men. Everyone from The Sanctuary was there, dancing, singing, and eating. It didn’t matter how many points they had.


Her eyes looked around the room. She saw Sherry, Amber, and the rest of the girls sitting at a table. Sherry looked over at her and gave her a sad smile. Katherine gave one back when Negan’s arm wrapped around her waist.


“You don’t look like you’re having a lot of fucking fun, Doll.”


Katherine looked down at him.


“I-I’m just tired.”


Negan laughed and took a sip of his beer before talking.


“I hope you’re not to fucking tired, Kitty Kat. We’ve got out fucking wedding night.” He wiggled his eyebrows in a suggestive manner, making all the men at the table laugh.


Katherine blushed and looked down at her lap. Negan lent forward, his breath hitting her ear.


“Why don’t we get the fuck outta here, Doll. God knows I’ll have more fucking fun up there with you. Shit, I’m getting hard just thinking about what you have on underneath that dress.”


Katherine felt his semi erection on her leg, making her blush even more. Negan laughed and finished his beer before standing up. Katherine yelped when she was suddenly picked up bridal style.


“Simon, make sure everyone fucking stays in line.”


Simon nodded as Negan turned around and carried Katherine out of the mess hall and up the stairs to his room.


He opened the door and walked in, kicking it shut behind him. He set Katherine down on her feet.


“Dress off. Now.”


Katherine saw the way his eyes had darkened with lust. She slowly took the dress of as Negan unbuttoned his shirt and threw it on the ground, his pants soon following.

Negan growled when he saw the white lace bra and panties Katherine was wearing. He took the dress from her and threw it on the ground before picking her up and throwing her on the bed, crawling over her.


“God you’re so fucking beautiful.” He growled, his left hand trailing up and down her body. Katherine felt a shiver run down her spine and Negan buried his face in the crook of her neck. He kissed and sucked every square inch of skin all the way up to her ear.


“You are mine. You were always mine. You will always fucking be mine.” He growled in her ear, turning her face to his and capturing her lips in a rough, sloppy kiss. He pushed his tongue through her lips to wrestle with hers.


While he was devouring her lips, he slipped his hand into her panties. Katherine jumped when his thumb brushed against her clit.


“You know, we’ve got all fucking night, Doll. And right now, I want nothing more then fuck your pussy so hard you can’t even fucking walk tomorrow.”


With that, he pulled his hand out of her panties before tearing them clean off of her body. He crawled off of her and slid his boxers off, allowing her to see his erection. He laid down next to her before looking over at her an grinning.


“What the fuck are you waiting for, Kitty Kat. Come on and ride Daddy’s dick.”


He didn’t wait for Katherine to move on her own. Instead he grabbed her hips and dragged her so she was laying on top of him. “Let’s fucking go.” He slapped her ass, making her yelp.


She sat up and aligned herself with him before slowly sinking down. Negan let out a loud groan. He grabbed her hips and started guiding her movements.


“I fucking love how my dick feels in your tight, little, pussy, Kitty Kat. This fucking pussy belongs to me.” He growled. Katherine had to hold on to his shoulder’s to balance herself. As their bodies moved together, Negan couldn’t help but let his eyes wander over her flat belly.


He smirked to himself as he sat up and unhooked her bra, throwing in the on the ground before cupping her breasts in his hands.


A soft moan escaped her lips before she could stop it when he took one of her hard peaks into his mouth. Negan grinned and paid her left breast it’s deserved attention before moving onto the other.


He could feel his orgasm fast approaching and knew Katherine’s was too by the way her walls were clenching around him.


Knowing the time was almost coming, he rolled them over so she was pinned underneath him. He grabbed both her hands and held them in one of his before pinning them down on the bed.


“I got a fucking wedding present to give you, Doll.”


Katherine opened her eyes to look up at him. He grinned down at her and nodded as he thrust into her harder and faster. Katherine’s breath started to come out in pants as her orgasm quickly approached.


“W-what?”


Negan let out a soft growl as her pussy clenched around him. His dick started to twitch and he knew he was almost there.


“Something I know you want. Something you brought up just the other day.”


Katherine was confused. Her mind was so jumbled, she had no idea what he was talking about.


“You wanna fucking know what it is?”


Katherine wasn’t sure.


Negan bent down and kissed her as their bodies frantically moved together. He pulled away and stared down into her eyes.


“A baby.”

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Twelve Years, (Sirius X Reader) Warning: Spoilers

Originally posted by muffilato-blog


Originally posted by mariangelesmath

Y/n lay on her bed, with her head inclined to gaze at the wanted poster on her wall,

She still couldn’t believe it,

Sirius, Remus, James, lily, and Peter had been her best friends,

And one of them was the reason that three of them were dead,

She had always thought that there must have been some sort of explanation for it all, that It couldn’t have possibly really been him,

That there must have been some sort of crazy unbelievable explanation of how it had all been this horrible messed up thing but that he hadn’t really killed them,

But if there was, if there was even the smallest chance that it hadn’t really been him and he was innocent, Dumbledore would have made sure he was released,

But there was no explanation, Sirius hadn’t shown up at her door, telling her that it was all just a horrible mistake that the ministry had made,

She still hoped that there was some kind of reason and that he was innocent,

But had spent twelve years in Azkaban, and now he had broken out and was now after James and lily’s child,

He had supposedly been caught a few nights ago, but had escaped,

Y/n was distraught she was angry that they had let James and lily’s killer escape,

But at the same time,

She loved Sirius,

She had always loved Sirius,

He hadn’t loved her back, But she loved him and there was still a part of her that made her believe that he was innocent,

There was a knock at the door of the apartment and she sat up and walked over to the door and opened it to see an old but familiar face,

A face that she hadn’t seen in years, twelve years to be exact,

“Remus…” She breathed.

“How have you been, its been years! Oh come in come in!” She said but Remus did not move,

“Actually I’ve come to get you, we’re…” Remus paused before he continued, “we’re restarting the order…”

“Oh… is it… oh well yes of course…” She said tucking her wand into her boot as she had always done, before she walked into the hall outside of her apartment, where Remus was,

Remus gripped her hand tightly, before disaperating away,

They reappeared on an old street road, that Y/n hadn’t seen in years,

“Remus what are we doing here?” She said but Remus did not answer,

“Here read this.” Remus said handing her an old piece of parchment that read in loopy cursive write,

Number twelve Grimauld place,

“Come on.” Remus said, pulling the parchment out of her hand and setting it alight until it burned away,

Y/n looked up to she that there was now another house that stood on the block,

There two walked across the street and onto the porch of the house that had just shown up on the street,

They opened the door and walked quietly through the hall, all the way the the end, and opened the door to the small kitchen to find it cramped with people,

In the kitchen Molly Weasley, was moving swiftly around cooking, with Tonks at her side attempting to aid her, and Mad-eye Moody, sat in the corner drinking out of his personal flask, and a few other people, sat around the table, but one in particular caught her eye,

he was facing away from her speaking to Dumbledore, but his hair was unmistakable, he still had that thick, long, dark, gorgeous hair,

“Sirius?..” She said unbelievably,

At the sound of her voice Sirius turned around, and Y/n saw that face that for years she had only dreamed of being able to see again, it was much older, and tired, but yet it was uncannily the same as it had been all those years ago,

“Y/n!” Sirius said as a wide child like grin spread across he face,

Sirius made his way to where Y/n stood utterly in shock at the man that stood before her, and engulfed her in an embrace so tight it was as though he feared she might run away,

Y/n imidiately hug him back in the same way, until she snapped out of it and pulled away landing and solid hit in Sirius’ chest

“What was that for?!” He yelped rubbing the spot on his chest that Y/n hadn’t hit him,

“You owe me an explanation! You owe me an explanation for why it happened. And why you’re here right now and not in a cell in Azkaban!” She yelled almost in tears,

“I deserve to know.”

“Of course you do Y/n.” Remus said coming up from behind her placing a soft hand on her shoulder in order to get her to relax slightly,

“Maybe you she take a seat.” He said leading her to one of the old classic style chairs that were set around the table,

Y/n took a seat, and Sirius took the one beside her and began to explain everything and how it all had happened,

After Sirius had explained everything, of how Peter had been secret keeper, and had framed him, before fleeing, and how he had broken out when he had realized where Peter was, and had gone to find him, and make him pay for what he did to lily and James,

After he explained, what happened the night in the shrieking shack, and how Harry and Hermione had gone back to free him, and how he had fled on buckbeak until Dumbledore had found him and told him that he was restarting the order and brought him here,

Y/n flung herself on him hugging him as if she were hugging him for every day that she wasn’t able to see him while he was locked up in Azkaban, and Sirius quickly wrapped his arms around her in reply,

However y/n once again broke the embrace and rounded on Dumbledore, who was standing calmly as though he had expected this,

“You! This is all your fault! I told, I told you to investigate it more! I told you it had to of been wrong, and YOU said To LET IT GO!” Y/n screemed, and Remus and Sirius both rose beside her, Sirius taking her hand in his,

“Y/n…” Sirius said calmly,

“NO HE LET YOU SIT, WRONGLY ACUSSED, ROTTING IN THAT CELL FOR TWELVE YEARS, AND NEVER ONCE TRIED TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!” She yelled now in tears,

“There’s nothing he could have done y/n, He tried to get the ministry to investigate further but they refused, all of the evidence pointed to Sirius, He was only try to keep us all safe, and make sure that what happened with lily and James didn’t happen again.” Remus said try to get her to calm down, and it worked, however she wasn’t any less upset,

“I regret that I did not do anything more to try and prove his innocence, I made a grave mistake, and I fear to say It was not my last,” Dumbledore said before saying that there was some important business he needed to attend to and taking his leave,

Y/n spent the rest of the night talking and catching up with all the people she hadn’t seen in years, until there was only her and Sirius left in the kitchen,

“Twelve years… you know that not a single day passed that I didn’t pray that you would show up on my doorstep telling me that it was all just a bad dream, that it hadn’t really been you, I never for a single second believed that you would betray James like that,” She told him quietly looking him in the eyes,

“I know… You always hoped for the good in people, but there was still a part of me that was terrified that would believe it when we explained it,” He told her honestly.

“If there’s anyone in this world that could get me to believe anything, it would be you.” She said, as Sirius moved a stray stand of her hair behind her ear, letting his hand linger on her neck, pulling her in ever so slightly,

“And why’s that?” He asked making sure not to brake eye contact,

“People do crazy things for love.” She said laughing lightly as her and Sirius, inched closer and closer to each other,

“That’s all I needed to hear.” He said before locking lips with Y/n, pulling her as close against him as he could,

Y/ns hands went instantly to tangle themselves in Sirius’ hair as she kissed him, her mind exploding, and her stomach feeling as though it had dropped out of the sky, this was all she had ever wanted, and she was on could nine, never wanting this moment to end, however all good things must come to and end, and eventually the two broke apart,

Sirius’ hair was a mess from y/n running her hands through it, and they were both breathing heavily as Sirius pulled y/n into yet another tight embrace,

They stayed there for a while in each other arms in comfortable silence, until Sirius spoke,

“I love you y/n.”

“You have both idea how long I’ve wanted you to say that,” She laughed slightly,

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to say that,” He laughed as well,

“Sirius…”

“Hmm?..”

“I love you too.”

My Little Plum

My Little Plum

I watched as still as a mouse from my frosted window pane as the soft feather like flakes drifting on the midnight air, soft howls of gushing air creaked the trees nude branches. While I jabbed with the fire logs and admired as they flickered and crackled. Ash crumbled to the gathering pit and contributes to melt and mark its position. The heat releasing from the blaze was very warm and inviting. I looked back at the clock hung above the holocaust, it chimed twelve, it’s rhythmical song echoed throughout the empty house.

“-(Y/N) Doll, I think the dough is ready.” Bucky’s voice came through as my gaze followed his voice in to the kitchen.  I didn’t heed him much thought and returned to prod the logs. It’s satisfying crepitate made me close my eyes and burry my face deep in the scarf I had wrapped around lossy around my shoulders.

“Doll,” Bucky started, his voice laced with apprehension, his eyebrows knitted together and nose crinkled up, frown stitched to his face. “Doll Face, I called you-” He contributed to press, watching as I just shook my heavy head, my long hair curling in waves.

My stomach lurched forward and crunched, as if someone had continuously rammed there foot right in the middle of my stomach, my head felt as if someone had dropped a huge book shelve on it, I tried to stand up leaning on the side in agony hitting the old rusty bister couch, watching as the scarf Bucky got me fell in a swirl, grunting and sweating, the whole world spinned over with me, I couldn’t even comprehend exactly where I was at the moment, my stomach felt sick and dissed. I wanted to just fall asleep but the pain was so exasperate that I honestly couldn’t even keep track of my own thoughts.

My eyes closed tight and I was just wishing to die right here and now, just to simply get it over with. My head started throbbing and my ears had a high pitched screeching sound in them, I didn’t understand, it was awfully quite so why was I hearing a screaming voice echo through my ear drums?!

“Sweetheart?” Bucky questioned leaning down beside me, resting his metal elbow on the couches rusty old springs. “Sweetheart, are you fine?” His voice forged ahead to abrade me.

As much as I would love to admit his voice was pure ecstasy to my soul, now wouldn’t be it. His voice was gruff and edgy. His words vibrated to the core and it made me want to press my ears shut away from him. “Bucky I’m fine-” I started, pushing my bangs away from my forehead and tucking the strands of dewy hair behind my small ears. Watching as his hand still clung to my elbow. “Let’s go see the dough, yah?” Gathering whatever energy I had stored in my entire body, plastering a smile I moved along to stand up with his help. His face still composed with worry, but grinned widely as I moved beside him to look at his first hand made dough.

“I tried to make it perfectly like how you do it-” Bucky whispered quirkily, “I just want to make sure it’s risin’” He scratched the back of his head bumping his man bun, releasing a few chestnut strands from their lock, only to frame his perfectly chiseled jawline.

“I’ll see James,” My voice was out of tune, and I was dizzy, my head felt heavy and the aching feeling of puke didn’t help, I honestly just want to lay my whole body down on a nice comfortable matters with pillows wrapped around my whole entire person, but not even that would help, today was a whole other totally different kind of headache.

The pain was unbearable, I swear I feel my brain throbbing and pulsing in my skull, it was like a sharp pain, the same kind of feeling you would get when you would cut your finger and try to clean the wound with an alcohol swab.

The slightest bit of noise would make me see double. Just breathing in and out was hard at most. The pain in my body was different… It was like a dull pulsing, sort of pounding, like how a hammer would go over a nail over…and over…and over again.

My brain feels like it’s overheating, and at the same time can’t process properly. I can’t even move my eyes, just thinking was as if throwing piles and piles of paper on my already overworking brain.

Stumbling to the kitchen counter, I covered it by trying to reach in the counter for a spoon, if the dough was really risen to double its size, then I would need to scrape it from the plate I had it covering the metal bowl.

“Doll face, are you sure your fine?” Buchanans’ hand came slithering at the small of my back. Watching as my eyes glanced emotionlessly,  around the kitchen. “Sweetheart-”

“Bucky I’m fine-”

“Let me see your cheeks-”

“Bucky’s the dough is perfect!” I gushed, feeling my barf hurling up my throat. I didn’t want Bucky to know I woke up sick today, he was so excited to learn how to make a simple tart dough for his plum tart treats, and it was such a different feeling when Bucky came rolling through my door ushering me to get up from bed and teach him how to make it already. If he knew I was sick now his mood would take a hundred eighty degree. Plus, it was Bucky  we’re talking about. He hates his life and doesn’t even want to wake up in the morning so having to see his dazzling grin… Could make anyone a sucker for the one and only, James Buchanan Barnes.

“Now, did you make the filling?” I asked, placing my elbow on the counter and resting my forehead.

“Yah it’s right here.” Bucky grabbed the bowl of nicely chopped plums and pieces of blackberry. “But I still didn’t make the-”

“I already measured everything for you, put it-”

“-In the pan and make sure it starts to simmer until juices starts to flow out- Right?” Bucky repeated, as he tried to impress me. I had already told him what to do but he still felt safe when I was there to confirm his actions one by one.

“Perfect-” The atmosphere stayed quite for a while. The only thing I could hear was the honey and butter being simmered, then milk and the fruits being pored in. A lid clank with the pot, And Bucky sighed in satisfaction for his work. “You look disappointed…” Bucky pointed to my form, as in the face shoved in my palm. Oh, if only he were to know.

“No, you’re fine,“I insufflate deeply, Gathering the dough and kneeling it. But it looked impossible, with so much energy I could burn, this was draining me astonishingly.

"I wan’ try-” Bucky hip bumped me, he chuckled as I stuck out my tong for his actions.

“Now, all you do is keep it in a square-”

“-Form it in’ the container and drop tha’ fillin’- I know Doll,” He reached down to drop a scorching smooch to my head, I could feel his wet lips drag on to my skull, closing my eyes I nestled my body closer to him as he worked with the dough and smoothed it in the long rectangle aluminum container.

“S'cuse me Doll Face,” Bucky stated, as he wiped his hands with a clean baby blue dish towel set beside his dough, then he turned around swiftly removing the lid and placing it in the sink then he  moved the filling around with his spoon, and lastly  grabbed the pan by the handle. “Do I jus’ drop it in, sweetheart?” Bucky asked as he looked for confirmation in my expression. He released an audible sigh of worry when I nodded, “Thank god,” He shook his head from side to side as his lose stands of chestnut hair swiftly moved about with his actions.

He pored in the filling in one place, then dropped the pan in the sink and proceeded to grab the same spoon he stirred the filling with to spread around the delicious treat. Once he finished he turned around to me, for approval. I nodded, but regretted it instantly. If I couldn’t see before, I’m definitely blind now.

“Pop it in the oven until dough is crisp. Right, darling?” I watched as he held the long pan in his hands, questioning the next move. I couldn’t help but smile at how sweet and unsure of himself he was.

“Yes Bucky-” I walked away, already two feet ahead but stopped dead in my tracks. How could I have forgotten to tell him to chop extra fruits and place them on top of the makeshift jam? “Bucky, you need to put raw fruits on top to make it more tasty-”

“I know darling, I’ve seen you make this-”

“Did you smear honey on top of the jam then?”

“Ye- Wait honey?”

“Yes…” He shook his head in disapproval, watching as he opened the old white oven door and pulling the trey with his metal hand. He walked around with the dish in hand until he placed it on the counter next to the ingredients that were pilled up in a corner. With excess flour spread on the working area, honey smeared on the counter, butter melting in one corner with all the mess around it. Bucky sure knows how to make extra work for me.

“There- Anythin’ else you wanna spring on me Doll Face?”

“Dishes.” With that said and placed for demand, I walked back to the couch and slumped in its old cushions. It’s springs instantly poking my skin.

Pictures and thoughts and plans and dates ran through my head, it’s as if when my head is on overdrive, that’s the moment my brain decides to think about everything. My whole thoughts were chasing each other around and around. My mind couldn’t even comprehend a single thought that popped up, All that happened in the end with my brain is having all my thoughts ricochet into my skull.

Faint clicking of the plates was visible but all else was that screeching noise that echoed in the walls of my ears. I didn’t even know what I did yesterday to get this. The father clock chimed two in the afternoon just as I was dozing off into an unconscious dream, instantly stealing my relaxation.

The weather outside was freezing, partially being in the middle of December, but our little apartment- or Bucky’s small apartment- was warm and good for us. I was snuggled up in one of his wool sweater that ate my body and my Captain America shield tights. My body temperature was really moody. I was feeling hot, then frozen, and now sweaty.

I open my eyes, having an agitated feeling at the back of my head. Instantly Bucky came into my perplexed vision. He grabbed his flesh hand and placed it at the top of my steaming head. Instantly I backed away, the cologne he used is so strong I feel like the scent is sending some vibration to my head.

“Your heating up-”

“I’m fin-” Something tightened in my throat causing a coughing fit to ensure. He helped me sit up, grabbing a glass of water from the kitchen behind his beige couch then handing it in my shaking palms.

“Your sick.” He stated, ruthlessness and rage filled his tone of voice. Crossing his hands over his beefy chest, in realization I was lying to him the whole day. I looked down, his feet beside my scarf more interesting and less angry then his eyes.

“Come on’” He sat down beside me and pulled my warm body closer to his. My face squished to his beefy chest, He smuggled in a chaste kiss before pulling my hair behind my back and braiding it away from my flushed face. His metal hands finger plates grazed my skill and lured me to unconsciousness.

“Why did you lie?” His voice was vibrating in my end, but nearly a whisper in his.

Bucky was wonderful, marvelous even miraculous. I could never say no to anything he wants, especially something that he actually had the nerves and courage to ask. A few months back when we met through similar conditions, he was so closed off and non approachable. Weeks passed and we clashed, like paper and pen. It didn’t take a genius to tell we were fully head over heels for each other after a few more encounters. Everything leading up to now, him asking for something he took the slightest bit of interest… Was shocking. He would always think he was being handled. Like he never had much of a choice of his own. That his life even to this day was being planned for him. Poor little boy was broken beyond repair.

“I love you so much.” I admitted, curling up in a ball next to his ridged body. Trying to squeeze through the pain for hope I could lessen it. I dug my nails into his side, where metal met skin, trying to distract myself from the extreme pulsing pain that had consumed my stomach. I deepened my chipped  nails into his chest.

“I love you too-” He strummed my fingers out of his plasma. “Let me get the tart and I’ll be back,” He tucked me in, with the lose throw blanket he had lying on the couch. Placing an animated peck at the hem of my chapped lips, before walking briskly behind the couch.

Hearing him releasing an audible sigh, I wondered if it was because I lied to him or his treat had burnt. Either way I really didn’t have much energy to think this through.

“Here, darling.” Bucky’s soft secret murmur made its way to my ears, I looked down at his perked paw, realizing he grabbed medication for my headache. “Took these when my head hurt.” He nodded to the glass in his other hand. Watching as I drowned them one by one.

“Did it burn?”

“No it’s just fine, I’ll cut you a slice once your feelin’ good, Doll.”

daintily, I laid back on the springy couch cushions. My eyes were half way shut, as I could make a dark shadow of Bucky walking around the room and grabbing his red notebook with a blue star in the middle. He fiddled with the pages, before sitting down and scribbling words and doodling pictures.

Buchanan didn’t know I knew about his secret diary, I even caught a glimpse of what he wrote at some point. It was just what happened. From when he woke up the smell of eggs and how we both had taken a bath together with bubbles that engulfed the tub. Whatever the reason behind that book. I’m glad it sketches a smile on his beguiling features.

James Buchanan Barnes, my sweet, sweet little baby boy.

Without a second thought in mind but my Bucky, everything around me seemed to be encompassing in darkness, my consciousness haltingly depart.


Waking up to a nice warm towel placed on my forehead, warm thick blankets wrapped neatly and cautiously on my body and an incredible heat on my back- I turn around to find Bucky lazily slouching. His long chestnut locks covering his facial features. With little purple jam struck at the brim of his spout right in his stubble. His nostrils flaring and deflating in every intake of breath he took.

I looked back on the old rusty coffee table, a glass plate placed with a big chunky serving of plum tart. Next to the dessert was a ripped pice of paper with one of the crowning hand writings I’ve ever seen.

‘To my baby Doll, -Bucky’

A cramped beam crossed me, earning a low giggle. Bucky Barnes, you will be the death of me, without a single doubt in my whole entire body.

TEG - Christmas Challenge 2016 - Entry One!

Title: Twelve Days of Christmas

Rating: T

Characters & Pairings: Katniss Everdeen, Peeta Mellark, Prim Everdeen, Gale Hawthorne, Finnick Odair, Everlark, Gale/Prim

Triggers: Talk of people who have died in the past.

Summary: Peeta, who runs food service for the Hawthorne Gaming and Sporting Goods corporate offices, has had a huge crush on Katniss, VP of design, for about as long as he’s run the cafeteria. On Christmas, he decides to admit his adoration with twelve days of goodies.

A/N: The Twelve Days of Christmas start on Christmas Day (Dec 25) and move on to the eve of Epiphany (Jan 5). I decided to do take the song and have Peeta show Katniss some attention every day in the best way Peeta can: with food. Thanks a million to fyeaheverlark for organizing this challenge. I hope everyone reading has/had an amazing holiday and a happy New Year! And best of luck to all other participants!

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On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me a partridge in a pear tree.

Katniss stepped into the cafeteria in her ugly Christmas sweater and looked around nervously. She always found Gale and Prim in the crowd first and spent most of the evening with them until it was acceptable for her to leave. She walked toward the table and sat down the pot of beef stew she’d put together for the potluck.

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Forget-me-not

t i t l e : Forget-me-not,  勿忘草   -   twelve leaves clover
r a t i n g : G
r e l a t i o n s h i p s : KomaHina, platonic KomaHinaNami
g e n r e : flower shop au, modern setting au, romance & friendship, fluff
c h a p t e r s : 1/1
w o r d s : 5 935
AO3

n o t e : Here you go a Flower shop AU because I thought this fandom lacked of Flower shop AUs. //throws petals
illustration © me

Komaeda Nagito works at the photo studio near the station, and Hinata Hajime and Nanami Chiaki are selling flowers. The three of them become friends, prove to Komaeda he is worth everything in the world, and Hinata and him fall in love.
This is a story of fluffy hope in another world and despair never reaches them.

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A Hard Love Part 9/10

Originally posted by imaginesforlifetime

Warnings: Swearing

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Y/N - Your name.

A Hard Love Part 1 II Part 2 II Part 3 II Part 4 II Part 5 II Part 6 II Part 7 II Part 8 II Part 9 II Part 10


Y/N was unconscious for the next twelve days, and every day of those twelve days Bucky sat beside her bed waiting for her to wake up. Steve would occasionally convince him to sleep, eat and shower but the rest of his days were spent by her side. The team took turns checking in on her and some would sit for hours in silence with Bucky. Clint was the most frequent visitor aside from Bucky. He was feeling tremendous guilt over what had happened and he wouldn’t feel better until she was awake.

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