Request: Can u do a Bucky game of thrones inspired smut!!!
A/N: Thank you to the lovely anon who submitted this to me forever ago! So this probably isn’t as GoT themed as it could be, but I tried. What I will say is that this is some fuckin S I N and if any of y’all wanna dump me in a vat of holy water it would be much appreciated. I’m gonna go take a time out. This is a late Happy 100th to our fav old man!
Summary: TV marathons aren’t really your thing. Bucky learns that the hard way.
Warnings: Basically porn lol [NSFW], Dom!Reader, Sub!Bucky (I’m a slut for Sub!Bucky), Oral, Hair Pulling kink, Swearing, Light Bondage (handcuffs), Blindfolds, Choking, Spanking (tip tappin on Bucky’s lil bum), Praise kink, Edging, Unprotected Sex (condoms are cool, kids), a lil bit of fluff
i’m literally so upset that i missed the tøp show tonight that i’ve just been laying around all day writing shit and watching the office, so whoops here’s a drabble that i got as a request forever ago.
Tyler is perched on the dressing room table, talking on the phone; you keep your eyes on him from where you’re stretched out on the sofa across the room. You know he’s got an interview in a short amount of time, but you only have one thing on your mind. Tossing your phone to the side, you sit up on the sofa, crawling to lean on the armrest of the sofa so you can get Tyler’s attention.
“Hang up,” you whisper. Tyler glances at you for a moment, shaking his head as he continues to talk to the person on the other line. “Hang up the phone,” you insist. Tyler tips the phone from his mouth, so he can address you.
“Baby, please, I’ve gotta take this call,” he whispers. “Just give me a minute.”
“Tyler, baby, I need you to eat my pussy,” you whine. Tyler’s eyes go wide, and he shakes his head, trying to focus on the person on the phone. “Please, I need you,” you continue, sitting up on your knees and unbuttoning your jeans.
Summary: Based on a request I received, reader is the first female to play Alexander Hamilton, but is an understudy. Lin gets sick, giving Jasmine a great opportunity to make her feelings obvious to the protagonist.
Warnings: Few swear words, allusion to smut.
Word Count: 2,315 (I planned this way shorter and it just EXPLODED)
Request: @lawnmowerswig - Okay so I know I just gave you a prompt a little while ago (and it was amazing btw. You’re great man!!) but like Jasmine man.. Where like a girl plays Hamilton for the night and they kiss and it leads to more and ends with like half naked cuddles???
A/N: Okay so I SUCK majorly because I haven’t posted in forever because my writer’s block has been absolutely killing me, but here is me delivering on a request that I got embarrassingly long ago, I am so sorry it took me so long. This helped me push past my lack of inspo, so I’m ready for the Hamwriters Write-A-Thon!
is, it was hard being Alexander Hamilton. Actually, to be more specific; it was
hard to be the first female playing Alexander Hamilton. The idea itself had
been a rock thrown into a pool of still water; plenty of ripples were created.
The enthusiastic fanbase that had grown into a cult following of the musical
had mixed feelings about this. Some were ecstatic. Others were less impressed.
Oh god this has taken me forever and I’ve been side-tracked by…well everything. I’ve got a longer, different wife-gate fic in my head and I posted one months ago, but I sat down to write something else this afternoon and this pile of sickly sweet fluff came out instead. I’m sorry.
“You’re looking at me again.”
Smiling to himself, Mulder shook his head, loosening his tie.
“No I’m not.”
“You are, I can feel you.”
“Alright, let’s say I am. Maybe I like looking at you.”
“Maybe it makes me uncomfortable.”
Scully said nothing, instead smirking as she sipped her
glass of champagne. The two of them sat out on the porch, curled up on the
loveseat watching the sun set. It had been a beautiful summer’s day, a busy day
for the both of them, and now they were just relaxing and enjoying the peace
and quiet. Together.
“This is nice,” she commented moments later, sighing
“We sit out on the porch all the time Scully.”
“Usually you’re engrossed in your cellphone though, and I’m
busy with work. It’s rare that we just get to sit and talk.”
“What would you like to talk about? Hey, if you like, I can
braid your hair and paint your nails and we can talk about our latest crushes.”
With her free hand, Scully slapped Mulder’s chest. “Trust you
not to take things seriously.”
“Oh I think I’ve been taking things very seriously today.”
They shared a sweet secret smile. “It’s been a good day.”
“It has,” Mulder agreed. “I think your mom enjoyed herself.”
“Just my mom?”
“Did you see Skinman trying to chat her up?”
Scully grimaced. “Please don’t even go there. He was just
“He was flirting with her.”
“That’s my mom you’re talking about.”
“And your mom’s not allowed to have fun?”
“I didn’t say that. She’s just not allowed to have fun with
our former boss.” She rolled her eyes. “You’re staring at me again.”
“No I’m not.”
“What Mulder?” She didn’t need to ask though, she knew
exactly what he was going to say. They knew each other now better than ever.
“We got married today.”
Scully grinned. “Yes we did.”
“Did you ever think today would happen? That we’d finally do
it? I mean cast your mind back to when you first walked into my office –”
“If you’re asking me if I knew then that one day I’d marry
you, then of course not. Back then I thought you were a pompous ass. I still do
She sobered. “But, in all seriousness, I think there was a time when I
thought it might happen. That night when we brought William home from hospital…”
At the mention of their son’s name, Mulder pulled his partner – his wife –
closer in towards him. They could now talk about him without it feeling like a
dagger to the heart. They missed him terribly of course, and they both hoped
that one day they’d get to see their son again, but they’d made peace with
Scully’s decision. It had taken them years of pain, arguments and self-flagellation,
but they knew that it had been for the best, that William’s life would have
been in jeopardy otherwise. “There just seemed to be hope in the air. It felt
like our family was complete…”
“It was complete.”
“…and then with everything that happened afterwards, I dared
not to dream. I was just glad I was with you and that we were both safe.”
“And now here we are.”
“Here we are.” They tapped their champagne glasses together.
“Do you think we can get away with staying out here all
“It’s a nice thought, but I need to get out of this dress
soon,” said Scully, referring to her cream wedding dress. She’d been adamant
that she wasn’t going to have a wedding dress, preferring to wear a suit or
even a day dress – after all it was just a small celebration, with only two
witnesses. But Maggie had insisted and, realizing that it was her mom’s only
chance to see one of her daughters walk down the aisle, Scully had relented,
though had chosen the simplest of outfits. She and Mulder had married earlier that afternoon in a quiet ceremony, with Maggie and Skinner as witnesses. After heading out to dinner following the ceremony, Mulder and Scully headed home for the evening. In a few days time they’d be heading out to Mexico for their honeymoon, but for now they were enjoying some quiet time together.
“You’re telling me woman, it’s our wedding night after all.”
Another slap to the chest. “You can take it off now if you like. It’s not like
we have neighbors watching us.”
“I don’t want to take it off,” she admitted. “It’s not like
I’ll be wearing this again.”
“At least not until you divorce me and marry George Clooney.”
“I’ll buy a better dress for George.”
“You wound me Scully,” he chuckled. “It’s a pretty dress.
You look pretty Scully.”
“Thank you. You scrub up well yourself, I can’t remember the
last time I saw you in a suit.”
“Only for you honeybunch.” Scully scrunched up her face in
disgust. “Mrs Mulder?”
“You’re right, it just sounds wrong.” He shook his head. “That
makes you sound like my mom which is just odd. How about, light of my life, love of my life and
keeper of my heart?”
“Quit while you’re
“Yes dear. See, we’ve been married less than five hours and
already you’re tightening the shackles.
A/N: Requested by @remediesandmelodies forever ago. Sorry peach. Haha. A Sam AU based off Frozone’s “Where’s My Suit” in the Incredible’s.Of course with a little more, and Reader wife arguing with him.
Sam rips open the closet doors, shoving clothes to one side.
Before dropping to the ground and looking under the bed.
“Got it Cap. I just, I need to find my wings.” Sam smacks the floor of the
bedroom, standing up in a huff. “They didn’t grow legs and walk away.” He rolls
his eyes hanging up the phone. “Baby!!” He calls out.
“Hey, babe.” You sighed happily as you walked over and
kissed your boyfriend Mingyu’s cheek when you arrived at the dorm.
“Hey, y/n” He replied, giving you a small side hug before
letting to. “What’s in the bag?” I got you all carryout for lunch, I hope
you’re hungry!” A round of thankyou’s and hungry groans could be heard among
all thirteen boys in the living room as you went in to the kitchen with a smile
to take out the food. Everyone sat impatiently as you brought all of the food
out, and as soon as everything was ready, everyone started to dig in hungrily.
You took up your seat next to Mingyu and held his hand for a minute until he
took it back to get more food. Once everyone was done eating, you and Dino
cleaned up as the rest put on a movie in the living room. When you returned to
the living room, you wrapped your arms around Mingyu’s shoulders from behind
the couch he was sitting on to give him a kiss on the cheek and then walked
around to sit in front of his legs on the floor. At about the half-way point
through the movie, the members paused it and elected you and Mingyu to go get
snack refills, so up the two of you got, and you pranced into the kitchen as he
walked in after you.
“Hey, y/n, I have kind of a weird question, and it’s really
not a big deal, I was just wondering if you could try to keep the pda to a
minimum.” For a split second, you froze as your heart sank a little and you
were sure you could feel your ears turning red with a touch of embarrassment.
Had you been overdoing it? You hadn’t meant to make him uncomfortable, you just
thought that since you guys had been dating you could enjoy him like that. You’d
had no idea it made him uncomfortable, now you felt bad. For his sake, though,
and to keep things from getting too awkward, you brushed it off as if it was
“Oh, yeah, sure! No problem.” You smiled at him, subconsciously
avoiding his eyes afterwards as you went about refilling chip bowls with him.
You went back into the living room in front of him and sat down on a beanbag
chair next to the couch, as he sat back in his place on the sofa, he sighed
lightly with concern. You seemed a little like you avoided looking at him after
that, had he embarrassed you? Had he crossed a line unintentionally? No, you’d
said it was fine, you’d even smiled a little, it was probably just him
overanalyzing it. So, he went back to enjoying the movie. When the movie
finished, it was not quite nine, and since they had a little time off from schedules,
Mingyu decided he would stay over at your place for a few hours to watch more
of a drama you two had started when he took you home. After saying your
goodbyes to the other members, you followed behind him to his car and hopped
into the passenger seat, keeping your hands in your lap. That was unusual,
Mingyu thought. Normally when you two were in the car, you’d put your hand on
top of his on the stick shift. Without you, his hand was cold, but he tried not
to pay too much attention to it. The two of you talked like normal all the way
to your house, and then when you got back, he pulled up Netflix while you went
to take your makeup off. When you got back to the couch, he had the next
episode of the drama pulled up and paused, waiting for you.
“All ready?” He asked with a loving smile.
“Ready.” You smiled back, and sat down in the middle of the
sofa, your legs curled up in front of you. He was leaning on the armrest. You
were like two feet away from him. Eyeing the space between you two with
confusion, he began to get a little concerned that something was wrong.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, why?” He paused, debating over whether or not to
bring it up. But things will probably be back to normal in the morning, there’s
no need to stir it up, he thought. He’d come over for breakfast like you two
had planned, and you’d be fine.
“Nothing.” He hit play, and the two of you watched a couple
more episodes, both feeling a little awkward with the space. When he finally
got up to leave, he leaned down and gave you a tiny peck on the forehead.
“See you tomorrow morning, y/n. sleep well, I’ll text you
when I get home.”
“Okay, bye! Drive safe.” And with that, the door closed with
a gentle thud and you were left to ponder the events of tonight. You were a so
worried that you’d embarrassed him, or that he didn’t actually want to be that
physically close to you and you’d been making him uncomfortable all this time. Had
you gone overboard? You hadn’t meant to. Now here you were, sitting curled up
on your couch, sure you were overanalyzing everything way too much, but you
weren’t sure what to think or how to act with him now. It felt weird. You slept
a little restlessly that night.
The next morning, just as you turned off the griddle after
making pancakes, you heard a knock at the door, and answered it to welcome
“Hey, jagiya, how’d you sleep?”
“Good!” You lied. He leaned in to give you a kiss. You kiss
him back and enjoy it for a brief moment before remembering his words yesterday
and worrying that you were overdoing it. So, you suddenly pulled back, gave him
a smile to try and hide your discomfort, and turned back to move the two plates
of pancakes to the dining room table. He furrowed his eyebrows a little as he
watched you. What, he wasn’t allowed to kiss you now? If this was your
interpretation of his request to cut back on the pda, this wasn’t what he’d had
“Can you get the coffee?” You asked your boyfriend, who was
still standing by the door, snapping him out of his thoughts.
“Huh? Oh, yeah, sure” He went into the kitchen, poured two
mugs of coffee, and walked them gingerly out to where you had just sat down. He
decided that something was definitely off about you, and it probably had
something to do with what he’d said yesterday. As he set down the coffee, he
sighed. He should have explained himself better, now look what he’d done. He
looked back over at you, sitting at the table.
Slowly, he walked over towards you, and then leaned in front
of you, holding himself up with one hand on the table and the other hand
reaching up to cup your cheek gently. He leaned in to kiss you again, the mood
very different this time, while he looked at your lips with hooded eyes. The
kiss was very short, and slow, and gentle. He wasn’t usually like this, you
thought. Should you respond more? You weren’t sure. He sensed your uncertainty,
letting out another sigh as he looked down at his feet. Sliding your chair out,
he placed his hands around your upper arms and guided you gently up to a
standing position directly in front of him. He looked at your lips again and
gave them another kiss, just as gently as the first. And then another. Between
each kiss, he leaned back to look at you. He slid his hands along your back
until his arms were wrapped around your shoulders, and he pulled you into a
“I think you may have misunderstood what I meant yesterday,
and that might be my fault.” He whispered in your ear. “I’d like to keep this
kind of contact just between us two. I want to keep it light in front of the
boys, but I never wanted you to feel like you weren’t allowed to touch me. I
love you, I want to be like this with you.” You sniffled a little, managing to
stop yourself from letting out a little tear.
“I was worried that I’d crossed your boundaries and made you
uncomfortable.” You finally hugged him back.
“No, don’t worry.” He pulled back to smile at you and kiss
you again, a little longer. This time, you kissed him back.
I am so sorry this took me so long to complete, I got sent this request a long long time ago and it has taken me so long to actually come around to doing and I apologise for that I am useless.
I hope you’re ok that I changed the request ever so slightly but it still is practically the same :)
I walk down the cobbled streets which seem to go on forever as I do my daily trek to work. Its a rather cold winters morning in Ohio today making the route to work unbearable as I use all my efforts to try not to slip on the thin layer of ice that seemed to have formed over night.
The ice was just another inconvenience for me that morning as i was already extremely tired from the night before. My friend Megan had come round as she had the night off of work and wanted to see me and I had not seen her in ages. We sat on the sofa caught up on eachother lives and drank wine together, this lead to Megan starting to talk about a band she was interested in that she was recently introduced to. As Megan is a lightweight and was by now pretty tipsy she was slurring her words when she was trying to speak however I managed to pick out that the band was called Twenty One Pilots, and amongst the drunken chats she was showing me pictures of them. I am not completely certain that I fully remember what they looked like however if i saw them again there is a high chance that I would be able to recognise them.
I arrive at Ember, the small coffee shop that I work in, I love it to bits, it’s warm cosy and the coffee they sell is honestly some of the best I have ever had. I push open the wooden door and walk in causing the bell to ring above the door notifying my manager Ella I have arrived for work.
“Hello Y/N, the shop opens in 5 so for the time being could you put these out for me thanks.” Ella ushers me to put a few more things on shelves before the shop opens.
“Of course” I reply and potter around the coffee shop and make sure that it is ready to open.
It has been a rather busy morning of regulars coming in and grabbing their usuals as well as some new customers coming in and out and trying the varieties of pastries we have laid out as well as the relaxing coffees. I am pleased to look at the clock and see that I have 20 minutes until the end of my shift and look back out at the shop and see that it isn’t half as busy as it was earlier, I am thankful for that.
I see that no customers are waiting to be served and no one has walked in so I walk over to the side and pull out my phone. This is something that I am able to get away with sometimes if it isn’t busy and if Ella doesn’t see me. I was growing curious about these Twenty One Pilots guys and give in and decide to look them up and see what the big deal was with them. First of all I go to google images and see these two boys one having bright red hair and piercings and the other had a shaved head however you could still hair in his head and be able to tell that it was brown. they’re pretty hot I can see what Megan sees in them. I continue to scroll through the pictures on google images and see that One of the boys which I found out his name to be josh changed his hair colour quite frequently. And the the other boy was called Tyler and he was the lead singer and the only singer in the group.
I was pulled out of my trance when I heard a coughing come from other side of the counter. I quickly shove my phone in the pocket on the front of the apron and walk over towards the counter.
“I am so sorry, what can I get you?” I ask not yet looking up from my apron, most likely coming across even more rude than I was already seeming.
“Its alright, um can I get two coffees please with milk”
A/N I don’t know all the fancy names for coffees that they usually do at these shops i’m sorry but you can just imaging that they bought some fancy ass coffee or somethings
I finally look up at the person who just spoke and see a handsome looking man with vibrant red hair looking back at me. A/N I know Josh now has yellow hair but this was set when he still had it red. His red hairstanding out in the small coffee shop. He had a nose piercing as well as a tattoo sleeve which I immediately found attractive, he stood about 3 inches taller than me and glanced at me with his honey brown eyes.
“Yeah sure” I reply with a smile and he gives me the money.
I turn around and make the drinks and realise that I was just speaking to Josh Dun that Twenty One Pilots dude. Crap, I hope he didn’t see me staring at pictures of him and his friend on my phone. As I continue to make the drinks I decide in that moment that i am not going to tell Josh that I recognise him and I have a couple of reasons for that. Firstly, I do not call myself a fan as I haven’t even heard any of their music all I have done is google them and see that they were a couple of hot guys. Also another reason being that Josh is a famous guy so he proably has fans recognising him all the time and if i was the guy I would like a break and not want to be recognised for just once.
I have made the drinks and I go back to hand them over to Josh however he is hesitant to take them thats when he looks up at me slightly nervous.
“Um, Y/N do you have break coming up or the end of your shift soon?” He asks biting his lip slightly, a nervous habit proably. I try to hide the pink blush thats creeping up on my cheeks when i realise that he has looked at my name tag and then asked me.
“Actually yes I have my break in like 10 minutes” I say smiling back at him.
“Ok I was wondering if you would like to maybe go for a walk or something” He asks but straight after he said the words he bites back down on his lip.
“Yeah I would love too” I say but this time i dont even attempt to control the blush that i know is forming on my cheeks.
“Ok great, I will be sitting over there on that table when your shift is done just come over I guess” He says smiling in relief.
Then he walks away back to the table him and his friend are sitting at I can only guess is Tyler. But as he is walking away I cant really help myself from staring at him as he walks away. He was even better looking in real life than he was in the photographs.
During the small amount of time that I had before my break with Josh I continued to prepare drinks for people and serve them food but not without flashing the occasional glance towards Josh at his table. A couple of times we made eye contact and smiled at eachother but then i was sure to carry on with my work. the quicker I was done it felt like the quicker I could get out of there.
If was finally time for my break and I was ecstatic that I was going to be spending it with Josh. I take off my apron and put my black jacket on as it might be chilly out there walking with Josh and I stroll over towards the table that him and his friend are sitting on.
As I am walking over I see his brown haired friend and we make brief eye contact. He nudged Josh’s elbow notifying him that I was making my way towards the table.
“Hey Y/N” Josh greets me after he turns his body slightly so he was facing me properly.
“Hi” I reply smiling towards the two boys.
“Y/N this is my friend Tyler, Tyler this is Y/N” I took this opportunity to take in Tyler’s appearance. He was wearing a black Adidas Jacket and black ripped jeans accompanied by some white trainers. His brown hair had seemed as though it had recently been shaved off though you were still able to see it. He was a smiley boy who seemed to radiate joy and happiness, I can see why these two would appeal to people visually as well as for their music.
“Hello Y/N it is nice to meet you” Tyler introduces himself to me.
“Nice to meet you too Tyler” I smile back at the boy and turn back to look at Josh.
Josh stands looks at me and smiles then turns to his friend.
“Right Ty we will be off, I will catch you later man”
Tyler and Josh exchange their goodbyes and we walk out of the door and we are immediately hit with a chilly breeze. I shiver slightly and out of the corner of my eye I can see Josh smiling at me again.
We have been walking and talking for 5 minutes now and we have come across a small abandoned park that has some swings as well as other things their for children to play on. However, it appears that me and Josh both have the same idea as we turn to look at each other then nod towards the swing set, we walk towards the swings and sit down on them and continue to make conversation.
“So yeah I moved here from New York with my family about 4 years ago now. I love it here in Ohio but for me its not the same as New York, I guess I am used to the busy streets that never sleep at night and the hustle a bustle of city life. But you have been there before haven’t you, both you and Tyler” I continue, however before I realise what I have said it is too late, I had slipped up, I had let him know that I knew that he was in a band.
But I was surprised to see that when I looked over after I had made the error that Josh wasn’t in the least bit angry in fact he was smirking at me.
“Y/N, how did you know I was in a band?” He was teasing me now he knew that I had slipped up in our conversation and he seemed to find the whole situation amusing as he sat on the swing moving slowly backwards and forwards with his hands in the small pockets of his ripped jeans.
I then explained Megan and what had happened only the night before when she came round telling me all about him and Tyler however the alcohol that had been entered into our system seemed to have stopped me from remembering practically all of that information apart from their band name.
“So after you had ordered your drink I had decided that I wasnt going to tell you as I am sure you got it all the time people coming up to you and recognising you. Also because I don’t see myself as a fan as I only found out about your existence last night, I haven’t even listened to any of your music yet, and if i were to approach you I would have no idea what to say.” That last part earned a chuckle from Josh’s half.
“Thank you Y/N, I mean I do get quite a few people coming up to me sometimes so it was nice to speak to someone who sees me as Josh Dun, and not Josh Dun from Twenty One Pilots.”
I smile back at him understanding completely where he was coming from and I am thankful that I had made the right choice about not telling him that I recognised him as if I did I might not be here now talking to him.
“Josh if I had told you that I had recognised you in the Coffee shop would you have asked me to go out for a walk with you?” My curiosity was getting the better of me and I had to ask.
Josh looked down at his feet in front of him for a second he seemed as though he was nervous. Then he finally speaks up.
“I think I would have, even though you may have recognised me I don’t think I would have forgiven myself for letting someone as beautiful as you go without even trying to talk to them or give them a chance.”
What Josh had said had caused me to blush extremely hard and I let my hair fall in front of my face in attempt to conceal it from josh.
Josh walks me back to Ember as I still have a few more hours working there before the end of the day, but just before I walk through the door he speaks up.
“Um Y/N I really enjoyed it today and I would really like to get to know you better so I was wondering if I could get your number?” He asks biting down on his lip again, nervous again. I smile up at the red haired boy
“Yes of course, I enjoyed it too” I say now not even trying to conceal the blush on my cheeks from Josh who was typing away his number into my phone.
“Talk later yeah?” He asks optimistically as I turn away to go into the warm comforting coffee shop.
“Yes Josh, talk later” I say opening the door to be greeted by the scent of freshly brewed coffee, one of my favourite scents.
Throughout the rest of the day I was unable to clear my mind of thoughts of josh and I was looking forward to the next time I would be able to see him.
Anon: Cameron Dallas- you accidentally got pregnant
This was a request from forever ago. For the anon who requested, I’m sorry it took so long. A lot has happened recently and Tumblr has slipped my mind. But here we go!
My hands are shaking. The timer is still ticking away. I just took a pregnancy test. My brother, Aaron would be so pissed. I went and visited him at Magcon while he was on tour and hung out with the guys. Cameron and I hooked up on the last night I was there, and we never told anyone. Cameron was my first. He took my virginity. And now, our lives might be ruined. The boys don’t come home for about a week. Aaron is going to be so pissed. It feels like an eternity, but only a minute has passed. Two more to go. I’m not ready to be a mom. But if I’m pregnant, I can’t kill the kid. Finally, the timer goes off. It’s now or never. My hands start shaking even worse as I approach the sink where the test is laying. My eyes are screwed shut, terrified of the answer. I attempt to pick up the stick, dropping it about a dozen times before finally gripping it. All I can hear is my heart pounding in my chest. I force my eyes open. The test has two pink lines. I’m pregnant. Tears begin flowing down my face, as sobs wrack my entire body. I collapse on my bathroom floor. Thank God nobody is home to hear and see me like this. Thoughts keep swirling through my mind.
‘What do I do? What if Cameron wants nothing to do with me or the baby? What if everyone calls me a whore?’
Suddenly, my phone goes off. Sierra was calling me.
“H-hello?” My voice croaks.
“Y/N, what’s wrong? You sound like you’re crying.” She immediately becomes serious. Sierra is literally my best friend ever.
“I’m pregnant.” I said the words. The line is silent. Even saying it didn’t make it feel more real.
“Who? Who’s the father?” I gulp, trying to find the words. “Come on. I won’t be mad.”
“Cameron. Your brother Cameron.” The phone is quiet before I hear the loudest squeal ever. “I’m gonna be an aunt! How did he react?”
“He doesn’t know yet. I literally found out less than five minutes ago when I looked at the test I took. I don’t know what to do. Aaron is going to kill me. Cameron and I aren’t even a thing. It literally happened once and now look at me. I had sex for the first time and it got me pregnant. Some luck I have.” I didn’t notice my brother standing in the doorway.
“Y/N? Tell me you’re not being real right now.” My whole body tenses as I hear Aaron’s voice. I remained silent. “Who is it?” He finally asks.
“Cam.” I heard a long and loud sigh. I turn, the tears coming back. “He doesn’t know. You and Sierra are the only ones who know. Just please, don’t leave me or call me a whore. I just need my brother.” I blurt.
“I would never do that to you. You’re my little sister. I’m always here. And honestly, I would rather Cam be the father than anyone else. At least I know he’ll take care of you and Bean. Don’t think he’ll leave. Because he won’t. I know it.” I smile, forgetting Sierra is still on the phone.
“OMG! YOU SHOULD TOTALLY DO A REVEAL THING FOR HIM. LIKE ONE OF THOSE TUMBLR THINGS.” I jump at the screech from the phone. I roll my eyes and laugh.
“Okay, let’s do it.”
My hands are shaking again, but for a different reason this time. Aaron and Sierra decided to invite ALL of the guys and make it a party. Sierra helped paint my stomach. Right now, I have a tshirt on with a bikini top underneath. I tend to always do that at Summer parties incase I want to take my shirt off. Nothing will seem out of the ordinary. We painted a picture of a little pair of feet with a retro loading bard underneath it, at 10 percent. It was adorable. One by one, all of the guys came and hugged me. Mahogany was there too. Finally, the guest of honor arrived.
“Cameron!” I yelled, he turned his head and grinned. *it’s now or never*. I walk up to him, taking my shirt off in the process. “I don’t know how else to tell you, but you’re going to be a dad.” His face goes blank. My heart thuds. “Cam, please. Say something.” All of a sudden, he does his signature Cameron scream.
“I’M GONNA BE A DADDY!” He screeches. Then, the biggest surprise ever happened. All of the rest of the guys went silent. That’s never happened before, at least not voluntarily.
“I’m the favorite uncle!” Taylor screams, which causes an argument over who will be the best and favorite uncle. I shake my head laughing.
“I can’t believe this is happening.” Cam whispers.
“I can’t believe Aaron didn’t kill you.” He smirked and dipped me like the old fashioned movies and kissed me.
So maybe 10? 9? days ago i got an email saying i’d been here for 2 whole years which in itself is just yikes but i figured why not do one of those follow forever things that ppl sometimes do?? also moodboards bc it’s the one thing i can actually do well (somewhat). cheers ladz
Idk i wanted an excuse to do more moodboards. Just send in an ask, anon or not, with whatever theme you’d like!
Ex: pink + izzy, writer wlw, space mlm, orange malec, blue & catarina loss, piper mclean, etc.
Snow was falling outside the car windows on this glorious day in January. You were currently driving up to the mountains with your boyfriend, Ethan, to spend a week in a cabin. Ethan had proposed the idea a couple weeks ago, having a family cabin already up there, and you had jumped on the idea. You glanced over at Ethan as he drove and bobbed his head gently to the music playing in the car. You smiled without even realizing it. How could someone possibly be so attractive when the only thing they’re doing is driving? Maybe it was the way he gripped the steering wheel, but a part of you would heat up every time you watched him drive. He looked back over at you, and gave you an inquisitive glance with a matching smirk. You just blushed and looked away, before asking “Are we there yet?”
Faces flushed, you and Ethan stepped inside with the sleds grasped between you, and stripped layer after layer of soaking wet clothes off until you were left standing in nothing but your leggings and tank top. Ethan smiled, before yelling “Race you to the kitchen, loser has to make the hot chocolate!!”
It was dark outside, and you had been reading out in the living room when you heard it. A noise. A faint crunch of snow outside. You looked up apprehensively, then slowly went back to your book. Two minutes later, it was back, but this time it sounded closer. You stood up, and walked quietly down the hall to the master bedroom, where Ethan was lying on the bed on his phone.
“Y/N, what’s wrong?” He asked almost immediately, being able to tell from your timid stance and fearful face that clearly something was going on.
“Ethan, um, I think somebody might be trying to get into the cabin. Ethan I’m scared, I’m so scared, ohmygosh what are we gonna do, oh no oh no nononono-”
“Y/N! Sshh. Nothing’s gonna happen baby. C’mere.” He opened his arms, and you walked over to the bed, and layed down next to him. He was warm, and wrapped himself around you until you forgot you were ever scared in the first place.
You woke up two hours later. The lights were off, and Ethan was sleeping peacefully beside you.
“Ethan, it’s back, the noise, it’s back, Ethan, Ethan, ETHAN!!” You grew more frantic as the noise continued, and Ethan shot straight up, eyes fearful. He looked directly at you, and his face softened.
“Sshh, Y/N, it’s okay, You’re gonna be okay. Nobody is going to break in, I promise.” He pulled you back down, and laid your head on his chest, one hand stroking your hair, and the other wrapped around your waist.
“It’s okay. I got you babe, now and forever. I got you.” And you drifted back to sleep, comforted by the voice of the person who would always love you.
Request: Could you write a Sherlock 2 parter where the reader is kidnapped and beaten badly but Sherlock comes, saves her and takes care of her after the event?
(off topic but i started getting a lot of attention on Return of the Hounds and im lowkey freaking out i love that you all went through all that trouble to find my fic it seriously made me so happy you have no idea!!)
so anyway heres a request i got a little while ago, sorry it took so long, i havent been on tumblr in forever so i just saw it like 2 days ago
im starting to do warnings now because i really dont want to surprise you with things that may bother some readers. i mean i obviously want to surprise you and make you want to hear more of the story but if someone doesnt like reading about violence i dont want them to have to!
((um really dont know how i feel about the title tbh but its fine!!))
Pairing: Sherlock x Reader
Word Count: 955
Warning: Violence, Blood, Gore, Cursing
The rain rushed down the windows in the hallway of Bart’s where you stood outside the morgue, with Molly by your side.
“Can’t believe I forgot my damn umbrella. I knew it was going to rain, my hip was throbbing the whole day,” you said from behind a cup of cold black coffee.
“You sure you can’t leave now? We can share my umbrella, and you can always just come over to my flat for the night.” Molly offered as she zipped up her coat and pulled her hood over her head.
“Thank you, but yea, I have to stay. I really gotta finish up this report, Sherlock needs it as soon as possible and if I make him wait he’ll literally keep me up all night until I get it for him.”
Molly laughed and shook her head. “No really! I’m serious! He’s done it before,” you giggled, taking another sip of coffee. “Well, be careful getting home. I can lock up here.”
She handed you the keys. “Call me when you’re done, okay? It doesn’t matter what time, I just want to know you’re alright, you know, and that you’ve figured everything out, got it all sorted, that kind of thing.”
You nodded. “Thanks again Mol, I will.”
You walked back into the room as Molly left down the hall. You opened the laptop back up and sat between it and the cold body resting on the table next to you.
You finished your coffee and your report at the same time. You emailed it to Sherlock and gently closed your laptop, setting it aside. You checked the time. It was after 2 in the morning, and you felt bad about waiting so long to call Molly. You were about to turn on your phone to send her a text, updating her with the information that you were ready to leave, but you decided you’d just call her when you got back. You yawned, turned off the lights, and locked up, noticing the rain still pouring down outside. You sighed, and accepted the fact that you’d be walking home in the terrible weather, as it was nearly impossible to find a cab at the moment.
The rain clouded your vision and drowned out the sounds of the world around you, but you still couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being followed. Your hand fumbled for the phone in your pocket, and you shielded it from the rain as you quickly dialed Molly’s number. as it rang, you quickly glanced over your shoulder and prayed that you were alone. Your heart dropped as your eyes met a tall, hooded figure that trailed you about 15 feet back.
Your pace quickened, and began to panic as the phone nearly rang out.
Finally, an answer. A drowsy Molly Hooper sat on the other line, yawning.
“Hey! Just wanted to let you know that I’m on my way home now, didn’t get back yet, but I’m hopefully almost there. This weather is insane! It’s been raining this hard since I went into work. I hope it lets up by this weekend, since we got plans to go away to see the Vatican cameos-”
“What? Are you okay?” You heard the worry rise up in her voice. “Where are you?”
“Just walking home now, the usual way.” You tried to steady your voice.
“I’ll get Sherlock to track your phone’s location, stay where you are and-”
Through the rain you saw a small alley: that was your chance.
“That’s not an option.”
You broke into a sprint as you turned the corner, but your pursuer followed, matching your change in speed.
“Vatican cameos!” You yelled. You ended the call but kept your phone in your pocket so someone could track you. A sudden click of a silenced pistol, a sharp pain splitting through your leg, and you were down. Your body hit the ground with surprising force, and as you tried to lift yourself up, a swift kick to the chest kept you down. You gasped for air, coughing violently as the figure wrapped a hood over your head. The smell of chloroform permeated the air, and you couldn’t stay awake.
“Oh thank God, I’m so sorry it’s late but you need to help me! I tried calling Sherlock but he wouldn’t answer,”
John shot Sherlock a disapproving glance as he let Molly in.
“What’s going on?”
“It’s (Y/N), I told her to call me when she got home because I know she had to stay late, but she just called me and said she was walking home, then she said Vatican cameos and the phone cut out.” She began to cry. “John, there’s something really, really wrong, you and Sherlock need to go and find her.”
Sherlock dropped the beaker he was working with, sending shards of glass across the kitchen floor. He ignored the mistake and ran over to Molly, grabbing her by the shoulders.
“Did she say where she was? Who was following her? Did she tell you anything about what was around her?!” His voice was frantic.
“I asked her to stay where she was but she said it wasn’t an option. She might have her location on her phone, and I know the way she walks home from work, but that’s it.”
He ran to his laptop and pulled up a map. With fingers shaking, it took him a few rapid tries to type out your name and number, but he found you. A small blip flashed on the screen, in transit to a location miles from Bart’s. Sherlock grabbed the laptop as John took the keys to Mrs. Hudson’s Aston Martin, and the pair raced through the door.
Sometimes, Maribelle takes her boys to go shopping with her.
A request from @mahwaha from like FOREVER ago, when she won a thank-you-for-the-followers raffle! I finally got around to finishing it. I actually haven’t gotten to many of Maribelle or Henry’s supports yet–too busy trying to see all of Female Robin’s supports with everyone else!! Gaius is great though, since I actually…didn’t kill him on this second playthrough LOL.