If you aren’t sick to death of these, for “Earth is space Australia” please consider… the ocean.
Idk why but I’m super into the idea of humans going out and exploring the galaxy and becoming well-known interstellar travelers where Google Maps now has a Google Universe page and we’ve digitally recreated entire planets so that humans who can’t or don’t want to leave Earth can explore them in VR… but we still haven’t explored more than like a quarter of the ocean floor
And like some plucky alien marine biologist from a planet where the water never gets deeper than like 2000 meters is planning to study on Earth because holy shit have you seen how much WATER they have?? And her human friend asks what she wants to study and she replies “Oh, well, I’ve heard the deepest place in your ocean is over five times deeper than it is here, I’d love to find out if anything can still survive under such pressure and so far from sunlight.” And their human friend looks at them in sort of distressed admiration - “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” - and is just like,
“Oh, things can survive alright. Freakish things from the depths of hell.” And that’s how plucky little alien sits up all the night eye getting steadily wider while their human friend shows them pictures of things like the viperfish and the pelican eel and the blue ringed octopus and oh did I mention we’ve barely explored a fraction of the ocean so like we know there used to be this prehistoric shark that grew up to 20 feet long and was one of the biggest predators of all time but honestly “used to be” is an optimistic statement because that thing could still be lurking in the depths of the ocean and we just don’t know
Alternatively, hostile alien species arrives and claims our oceans because we aren’t using them, leaves screaming within a week
yoongi x reader, roommate! yoongi •
smut, angst, fluff, slow buuurrrn, enemies to lovers •
words: 14,930 →summary: An unfortunate
event finds you living with the man you practically despise over the summer. However,
maybe through a series of fortunate
events, you find yourself falling for him… •
note. this is a
remastered version of the originally story I wrote called ‘and july’ (found
here) that I wrote for suho back when I started this blog, albeit slightly
The tragic story of too much info about the sexual relationship of your best friends or why Alya will forever regret trying to kill Adrien
HAPPY BIRTHDAY @lunian !!!!!!! Remember when we talked about this? Well, I couldn’t resist writing it. I hope you’ll like it. Crack ahead. And if the title wasn’t a dead giveaway, this has some sexual references in it. Nothing happens, but many are said.
“ADRIEN FUCKING DEAD AGRESTE!”
All the people who were still in the courtyard of the Collège Françoise Dupont run for the hills (or in this case, the school building) as Alya Césaire appeared and walked towards her best friend’s boyfriend with all the might of a storm.
“Dude, I think she means you.” Nino stage-whispered to his best friend as his girlfriend made a beeline towards them.
“But my middle name is Bartholomé.” Adrien argued.
Nino rolled his eyes. His best friend really needed to set his priorities straight. “That’s what worries you?”
Adrien gulped. “Burry me in a polka dotted coffin, please.”
Nino was under the impression he wasn’t kidding in the slightest. “Sure, if there is anything left to bury.”
“There won’t be!” Alya snarled as she lifted Adrien by the neck.
Well, this morning is certainly bound to be interesting,Nino thought.
One day, Marinette will be on time to school. One day. Today wasn’t that day. As Marinette speed walked through the school yard she couldn’t help but notice what a beautiful day it was. The sun was shining, birds were singing, Adrien was being strangled by Alya… wait a second.
“Alya!” Marinette shouted, rushing towards them. “Put him down.”
Her best friend was obviously not happy to have to delay her murder. Meanwhile, Nino considered if he should stop filming the whole thing. If Marinette was here, then maybe there won’t be need of proof for the police for a murder. Though, let’s be real, he would never turn his girlfriend in. He would have just posted the video on YouTube in his collection of An Infinity of Reasons Why You Shouldn’t Piss Alya Off. If he was recalling correctly, this video would be number 2749.
“Alya, what is going on? Why are you strangling my boyfriend.” Marinette questioned crossing her arms, while Adrien was gasping for air on the ground.
“Marinette,“ Alya’s tone was regretful and the sad look in her eyes indicated something bad was coming. “I’m sorry to say this honey, but he is cheating on you.”
And in that moment, Marinette felt her whole world crashing down. “What?! With whom?”
Marinette was dying to hear that answer. Who? Did Adrien really cheat on her? Was it some rabid fangirl who jumped at his bones and Alya just got the wrong impression?
Alya sighed. “With Ladybug.”
Marinette blinked. “Damn.” both her and Adrien whispered maybe a little too loudly. Thus Adrien choked, cause he still didn’t regain his proper breathing.
“That’s… unexpected.” Marinette managed to say, trying to think of something plausible to get them out of this situation. She knew it was a bad idea to make out when only one of them was transformed. Damn Adrien and his filthy thirst for her spots. “It isn’t a problem, though, cause… um… this is… an… open… relationship.”
Oh well, not the worst excuse she could have had come with. Alya crossed her arms obviously expecting an explanation while Nino muttered a ‘dude’ under his breath. That’s when Adrien decided to be a supportive boyfriend.
“Yeah. Marinette has her fun times with Ladybug too,” he said, raising his index finger as if that would help him make a point while he was still laying on the ground.
Why is he like this? Marinette sighed internally.
Alya turned to Marinette with an expression that was a mix of shock and anger. “You are hooking up with Ladybug and you didn’t tell me?!”
Marinette glared down at Adrien, who looked sheepish. “Yeah. And don’t forget about Chat Noir.”
“Chat Noir?” both Alya and Nino screamed simultaneously.
“Yeah,” Marinette stated, looking at Adrien, who finally picked himself off the ground, with a mischievous look. “Why don’t you tell us about your escapades with Chat Noir, Adrien?”
Her boyfriend laughed nervously. “What escapade do you mean?”
Marinette smirked. “Well, you did tell me that Chat Noir found you wearing cute yet sexy Ladybug lingerie.”
At this point, Nino had to turn off his camera, unable to hold his phone anymore. “Dudeeeee.”
Alya, to everybody’s surprise, was silent until now. But there was as much as the shock could keep her from asking. "But what about Ladybug?”
“Oh, she thinks the same” Marinette replied calmly while analyzing her nails.
“No, no, I mean, I thought Chat only loves her.”
“Oh that… well, who can resist this model ass?” she asked rhetorically while slapping Adrien’s ass for emphasis. Nino nodded vigorously as well. Honestly, wasn’t it universal knowledge everybody loved Adrien’s ass?
Adrien glared at Marinette. Not for smacking his ass, mind you. He loved getting his ass smacked by her. But for making fun of his taste in lingerie. Well, if this is how she wanted to play, so be it then. “Of course. So if we are discussing this topic, why don’t you mention that time when Chat caught you wearing lingerie inspired by his outfit?”
’Well, don’t try hiding the fact that once you begged Ladybug to tie you with her yoyo.“ Marinette scoffed, trying to hide her blush. That had been an interesting night.
"I need a bucket,” Alya muttered, not sure what to think of her friends and her idol anymore.
“YOU CALLED CHAT NOIR’S DICK AS A BATON!” Adrien shouted louder than necessary, while blushing.
“I guess, I need one too” Nino said, wishing he will just forget everything that had been said so far. And from now on, because apparently Marinette and Adrien weren’t done.
“Remember when you told Chat Noir that you want a collar with a bell too?”
“Oh, really Marinette, should I remind you that one time when I walked on you and Ladybug and you were blindfolded?”
Nino glanced at Alya. “Are we kink shaming them now or later?”
“Then you asked us if you can be blindfolded instead and, I quote ‘used as your little sex toy’.” that had been a strange day. She had an urge to blindfold herself, Adrien came over unannounced and things escalated quickly and she discovered some new kinks of her boyfriend.
“I guess, if we die right here, right this second, they wouldn’t notice it.” Nino states, but Alya was unable to reply anymore, not sure what to make out of this whole conversation.
“You begged Chat Noir to slap you with his tail belt.” Adrien argued back, while his face was putting any ripe tomato to shame.
Marinette screeched. “YOU WERE WEARING MY FAVORITE PINK STOCKINGS.”
“THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH WHAT WE WERE TALKING ABOUT.”
"I’m sure it totally does.”
Adrien scoffed, crossing his arms. “But you can deny they suit me.” he knew she liked them. She even said so that night. They had been a little tight, but she had made him a matching pair better fit for his height.
"Jesus, how many moments like this do they have?” Nino questioned, clearly shocked by how kinky his bro was. And he was sort of afraid fo the answer, if he had to be honest.
“What’s more important, why are we still listening to this mess?” it was Alya’s turn to ask questions that will never get answers. “I’m not even sure if I want to use this thing as blackmail or just erase it from my brain forever.”
“To be honest, it would be much better if Adrien really just cheated on Mari with Ladybug,” Nino said hesitantly, obviously scared of Alya’s reaction. “I mean, I wouldn’t have forgiven him if he ever did that, but at least, in that case, us, innocent bystanders wouldn’t have to be traumatized for life.”
Alya could only nod. Honestly, the mental picture fo Adrien in Ladybug themed lingerie left her with brain damage.
After what seemed like an eternity Adrien and Marinette finished their not so little argument, both huffing and as red in the face as the surface of Mars. Not that anybody would say that out loud, given how much of a nerd Adrien is, he would come with some science facts about the color of the surface of Mars. . “So yeah, we have an open relationship.” Marinette concluded, the two of them finally turning to their best friends.
“We got it after the reminder about Chat Noir, thank you.” Nino said, sarcastically.
“Now get outta of my sight, my poor brain had dealt enough with your kinks for now and forever.” Alya ordered waving her hand desperately while rubbing her temple with her free hand.
“Well, if you didn’t want to kill me, none of this would have happened.” Adrien said with a smug smirk.
Alya snarled. "Next time neither Marinette or even fucking Ladybug won’t stop me, Agreste.”
Adrien gulped. Marinette slapped him compassionately on the ass.
Shutting the red door of your apartment with you foot, you huffed out a sigh. Your arms were aching, the large paper bag burning your skin as you quickly made you way to the kitchen.
Setting the items down, you flipped on the lights, surprised to find no one coming to greet you at the sound of you being home. With a raised eyebrow, you walked through the small apartment, leaving a florescent trail in your wake. Checking every room, you saw no one. Slight concern started filling you, the feeling almost grabbing a hold of you until you heard sounds from behind you.
Slowly, you turned around, face to face with the closed door of your room. A thought rushed through your head, one that you weren’t expecting at the moment, but welcomed with open arms.
Turning the nob, the sight in front of you had your mouth watering on the spot. There sat Jungkook and Jimin, one still in their pajamas and the other in casual clothing. Jimin was sat on top of the taller boy, face in between the crook of his neck as his body moved up and down.
Jungkook’s hand was snaked in between the both of them, what he was doing blocked from your view, but not from your mind. Hearing the door open, both boys looked up. Light sweat covered the both of them, Jimin’s eyes half lidded as you saw Jungkook’s arm flex, a loud moan following from the other right after.
Eyes intent on you, Jimin’s breathless voice hit your ears, the sound something that you wish you had on recording. “Please Noona, Jungkook’s been teasing me since he came home,” You looked at Jungkook, a smirk evident on his face before Jimin spoke up again. “I’ve been a good boy Noona please, I want to cum.”
Jungkook raised his eyebrow, glancing at the boy on top of him before turning back at you. “What do you think Noona, should we?”
Going through your mind, you shook you head. “No, I have dinner waiting on the counter. I haven’t eaten all day and I’m so hungry. How about we eat and watch a movie first?”
Chuckling at your cruelty, Jungkook nodded his head in agreement. He moved Jimin off of him, leaving the room as you almost lost all resolve at the sight of Jimin. His distressed filled face, almost on the brink of tears, a prominent erection, luckily not too restrained in his loose fitting sweat pants. He had a long time to wait- scratch that, you all had a long time to wait.
Warnings: NSFW (18+), Oral (female receiving), Edging, Teasing, Stuart being a dick, Horrible video game references.
Author’s Note: Me and Mal co-wrote this (obviously) because Stuart is adorable and sexy af. We have also decided to enter this for Stuart Week ( @sarcasticallystilinski & @rememberstilinski )! This is pure filth and fluff and angst all in one. We make a good team! Lol.
It all started
in my freshman year of college. That’s when I first met him. The snarky,
sarcastic, beanie-wearing cutie that is Stuart Twombly.
Summary You and Bucky are in a relationship and though the sex is wonderful, you want something more.
WarningsSMUT, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP. oh and always pee after sex. It’ll help you avoid UTIs), rough sex, dirty talk, bossy Bucky, hair pulling, ass slapping, swear words, drinking mimosas, Natasha getting hurt, uhhh… I think that’s it?
You were laying in bed, basking in post-coital bliss. Bucky was stroking your cheek with his thumb while his other hand rest lazily on your hip. You couldn’t help but smile up at him, rubbing your nose against his.
He sighed happily, “If I could spend every moment with you, like this, I’d die a happy man,” he declared.
You giggled, smacking him in the chest. “Oh, stop it,” you teased.
Leaning in for a kiss, you were interrupted by a knock on the door.
“Bucky, you’ve got two minutes to get your ass out here or I’m coming in there. And I really don’t want to see you or Y/N in your birthday suits!” hollered Steve.
Rolling your eyes, you got up and threw on some clothes. Bucky did the same.
“10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1!” The door flew open.
You let out a shriek of surprise. Steve was standing there with his hands covering his eyes. “I warned you guys!”
“Jesus, Steve, what the fuck?” snapped Bucky. “We’re dressed!”
“Oh,” he replied, having the decency to look embarrassed. “Sorry about the door.”
You stood there with your mouth open. “How am I supposed to sleep like that?!”
“Uh…sleep in Bucky’s room until we get back.” He put on his Captain America face, “Bucky, let’s go. The others are waiting.” He began walking away and turned back, sheepishly, “I really am sorry about the door.”
You sighed as Bucky wrapped his arms around you.
“I’ll be back in a few days,” he reminded you, giving you a gentle kiss goodbye.
You entered into your room to pack a bag to take with you. Trudging your way to Bucky’s room, you unpacked and made yourself as comfortable as you could. It was late and you were calling it a night. You snuggled under the blankets and smiled, they smelled like him.
honestly BLESS the fact that sam can't seem to close his beautiful, pretty pink mouth like EVER. bless his confused!open mouth, his in-pain!open mouth, his scared!open mouth, his surprised!open mouth, his shocked!open mouth, his angry!open mouth, his huffy!open mouth, his-
—not-always-open-mouths like his sturgeon face!mouth and his oh-damn!mouth and his not-impressed!mouth and his yikes!mouth and all the WTFery he is capable of expressing. Hnngh yes honestly bless Sam Winchester’s mouth in its expressiveness and loveliness and hilarity. (And bless this ask.)
“We would often pass these 2 kids who wore trench coats. Everyone referred to them as the “Trench Coat Mafia”. My friend Cale referred to them as the “Rammstein Boyz”. Whatever you wanted to call them, you could tell they were different.
Well, one day, Cale snarled a remark about Rammstein under his breath as we passed these 2 guys. The short one who was named Eric Harris confronted my friend about it. He said: “Every day you pass me and make fun of me saying Rammstein sucks. Why do you do this, crap asshole? What did I do to you?” My friend replied: “Oh man you’re so cool, you’re my idol!” Then Eric’s friend Dylan approached us seeming to back up his friend. I really didn’t want to get involved in a fight even though I knew these guys wouldn’t stand a chance. I was afraid of things they might do afterwards. Eric was a short clean cut looking kid and Dylan was a very tall skinny guy with messed up hair. He always wore the trench coat, a hat and dark sunglasses. The bell rang and we went into class. That was the end of the confrontation.”
Just wanted to first say that I’m a fan of your writing, it’s so well done! Could I request a fluffy Peter x reader (if you are doing them) one shot about him and the reader trying the famous “Spider-Man kiss”
A/n: this is so cheesy omg ;D Also, thank you so much! I’m really flattered that you think my work is very well done!
Genre: Fluff, Romance, Friendship
Warning: Swearing, Fluff
You adored Peter Parker. He was sweet, he was kind, he was someone you trusted with your life. You had known him for almost all your life. Ever since you met him in elementary school, you two had been practically glued at the hip for the rest of elementary, middle, and now high school. It was like you two were meant to be friends.
However, as you grew up, you couldn’t help but see Peter in a different light. Peter was a boy you wished to date. In the back of your mind, you thought that it would be wrong to tell him. After all, telling a boy you’ve been friends with for a long time that you had a crush on him would most likely ruin the friendship. You weren’t going to risk losing him for some schoolgirl crush.
Another reason why you didn’t want to tell Peter you had a crush on him was because you knew he was Spiderman. You had been the only person Peter willingly told about the secret identity he had. It was almost touching how much Peter trusted you. It made you want to like him even more. However, you knew better than that.
He couldn’t worry about you constantly, or cater to you whenever you needed him. You understood that his hero work was much more important than dates and staying in just wasn’t an option. It hurt sometimes when Peter had to bail on occasions you two had planned, but you knew it would hurt worse if you actually acknowledged these feelings for him.
At the sudden sound of Peter’s voice, you jolted back into reality and looked over and around, but didn’t see him.
“Up here, (Y/n)!”
You looked up to see Peter in his suit, upside down, slowly falling till he was in front of you. You chuckled and crossed your arms, glad that you had walked through the alleyway as the shortcut home from school.
“Peter, you should be careful hanging upside down like that. You might pass out from all that blood rushing into your head.”
He shushed you, almost flailing.
“Shh! Don’t say my name so loudly!”
“There’s no one around!”
He still gave a sound of weariness, looking around to see if your words were true. After a moment, he looked back at you and asked, tilting his head.
“You know that walking through alleyways unaccompanied is really dangerous, right?”
You rolled your eyes before poking his nose through the mask.
“What have I got to worry about when I got Spiderman right here to protect me?”
“I can’t always be here, you know that, right?”
You bit your lip before shrugging.
“Yeah, but I can protect myself, Spidey. Anyways, don’t you think that you should be getting home? It’s gonna be raining soon.”
As soon as you spoke, raindrops started to fall and you gasped, glancing up.
“No way! Are you fucking kidding me right now? What the shit.”
“I still get amazed by how filthy your mouth is.”
Peter decided to jab. You turned to him, quirking an eyebrow up as the rain pelted down onto you with no mercy, thunder rumbling loudly. You replied back to him.
“Oh yeah? And what the fuck are you gonna do about it?”
Peter seemed to pause before lifting his mask just to his nose, a small smile on his lips. You were confused as to what he was planning. Peter shot a web at you, the web hitting you in the stomach, and he yanked you to him, his lips crashing against yours. You were in shock.
Was this really happening? Was Peter really kissing you? What should you do? Holy shit, kiss him back! Just as Peter was about to pull away, you grabbed his cheeks gently before kissing him back, the kiss strange, but it was the best you ever had. Peter smiled against your lips before you both pulled away.
“That was really cliche, Peter.”
Both of you laughed as he flipped himself onto the ground, a hand still holding the web . He murmured to you, pulling the mask all the way off.
“Yeah, but it was the best cliche thing I ever did.”
You blushed heavily before he kissed you again, causing your blush to deepen. However, he pulled away too soon before advising.
“I should get you home. You’re going to get sick if I don’t.”
“Same goes to you, Peter Parker.”
His eyes widened before he put a hand on your mouth, shushing you again.
“Shh! Not so loud!”
“Peter, who the fuck is gonna be out during this weather?”
“Just shut up and get me home.”
Peter laughed a bit before bringing you closer to his body, saying to you while pulling his mask on.
“Hang on tight, (Y/n). It’s gonna be a pretty fast ride!”
He gripped you to his body, your arms tight around his waist, and he shot his webs to the top of the building, the two of you immediately swinging upwards. You cussed loudly, tightening your arms as you yelled at him.
“A little warning next time?!”
“I did give you a warning, beautiful.”
You growled a bit in embarrassment, muttering.
“Since when did you get smooth with your words?”
“Since I realized that I kind of have feelings for you.”
You looked at him as he dropped you both down to your door, your eyes wide as Peter gently laid his forehead against yours. You stuttered out.
“W-Well, that was p-pretty sudden.”
He chuckled before kissing your nose through the mask.
“A lot of great things don’t come planned, (Y/n). See ya tomorrow morning.”
He waved once before slinging away, a cheer leaving his lips. You smiled widely, running inside and squealing. Your mother was confused and you screamed out.
“I just kissed Peter fucking Parker!”
“Language, (Y/n)! I’m proud of you, but you need to get changed. You’re getting water everywhere!”
Long story short, you and Peter got sick, but you both agreed that it was definitely worth it.
hey pals! this oneshot is a combination of requests from a few people, though the basis of the fic was from a prompt sent in by @el-mccall. so thanks for those reqs! hope ya enjoy, and please leave any feedback in my ask!
Summary: Reggie is reluctant to tell people that you are dating after the playbook saga, but decides that he doesn’t care anymore and so makes it public. Kinda cute and fluffy.
The only thing depressing about BTU ending is how it felt like we got to be in this little world with you, this magnificent world you created. You created a place that felt wholesome, seamless, and something to be cherished. I'm glad you are ending it, as all good things must come to an end and forcing it would otherwise make it not the world it has been for us thus far. But it doesn't change that I am sad I must leave that world. Thank you so much for everything in the meantime. -*
Request: @imboredsueme - Reader and Sherlock have a really bad argument and break up, she realizes she was pregnant with his kid. Years later her curious son tracks down the detective.
A/N: I’ve hit 1,000 followers!!! This is crazy and I couldn’t have ever imagined this would happen. Anyway….. This was the most requested of all my imagines in my ‘to-do’ list so thanks to everyone who voted and please enjoy! If you’d like to request an imagine message me or leave me an ask, my plates pretty full right now but I’ll add it to the list and hopefully get to it soon. If you’re not on my tag list already and want to be let me know! As always- feel free to message me if you need anything or just feel like saying hello!
“William?” You bellowed from the kitchen. Your son hadn’t come down for dinner yet and you were beginning to worry.
“William your food’s gonna get cold, love-” You marched through the hall and opened his bedroom door, losing your voice when you saw his window open and his sheets tied to the drain pipe outside.
“William!” You shrieked and ran to the window, sticking your head out. You looked at the drop from the second floor, it wasn’t much but you still worried for your small child.
Pulling your head back inside, you yanked the window closed and began searching for a sign of where he’d gone. You turned and noticed your phone lying on his dresser. That wasn’t where you left it, your eyebrows scrunched together and you read the screen it was left on. A Google search - Sherlock Holmes- leading to his website with his address: The Science of Deduction.
You cursed yourself for ever telling William his name. You could barely keep up with him, he was always 12 steps ahead of you, and he was only 6! Sighing, you looked out the window once more, knowing where he must have gone.
You grabbed your phone and keys, running out of your flat. His name floated around your head. Memories that you had tried to forget stringing back together in your mind.
“How many more times is this going to happen, Sherlock?” You yelled, you’d been stood up one time too many and you were sick of it. Sitting there, promising the waiter he would come, only to be left sitting there an hour later. All eyes on you as you left some cash at the table and finally gave up.
“It’s never seemed to bother you before.” He argued.
“Oh I promise you it has. You’re just never around to notice it.” You yelled back.
“Well I’m sorry if my job is a little more important than you.” He growled. Your stomach dropped. You knew he felt that way, but hearing him say it out loud made it feel real, and it killed you.
“I see…” You said quietly, shaking your head and turning towards the door.
“Y/N, I didn’t mean-” he began, realizing what he said.
“Yes you did, Sherlock, that’s the problem. You did mean it. I’ve never been enough for you, I’ve never been more important than your cases. I can barely hold your attention for more than a few minutes. Sorry I wasn’t clever enough or fascinating enough for you.” you yelled, grabbing some of your stuff and shoving it into your bag.
“What are you doing?” He asked, seriously.
“What does it look like genius?” You shot back.
“You’re leaving.” He spoke, as if it was a question.
“Not that you’ll notice.” You responded, truthfully.
“Don’t go.” He pleaded, but he didn’t sound very convincing.
“Make me. Sherlock, tell me I mean more to you than a case does. That you’d rather spend time with me then be out solving some crime. Tell me that, honestly, and I’ll stay.” You pleaded. If he couldn’t tell you that, then your relationship wasn’t going where you thought it was.
You waited for an answer. His mouth moved as if he was about to speak, but stopped and he looked to the floor, he stayed silent for far too long.
“Goodbye Sherlock.” you scoffed, closing the door, ending that chapter of your life.
Your feet hit the dirty pavement, running, praying. You knew Baker Street was only about a mile away, but you prayed that’s where he was. That he’d be okay, that if he was anywhere it was there. Because if he wasn’t there, you wouldn’t have a clue where to find him. Even if he is there, you weren’t ready to face this. To be drawn back to him: Sherlock Holmes.
Ever since William was born he had been causing you trouble. He wasn’t a bad kid, he was just so much smarter than you and so curious. It scared you how much he reminded you of Sherlock. Jesus, he even looked exactly like him. A miniature little Sherlock running around wreaking havoc on your life. But you loved the havoc, and you loved your son.
You remembered the day you found out you were pregnant with William.
“Mate, I’m going to the store do you need anything? Tampons? Food? Breakup ice cream?” Sharon, or Shazza as everyone called her, asked you on her way out of your shared flat.
“No thanks, I’ll be fine.” you laughed, but stopped when your roommate closed the door. You hadn’t needed those in a while… you counted on your finger how many months it’s been since you last period. Jesus.
You called your roommate a couple minutes later after frantically flipping through your calendar to make sure the dates lined up. You were trapping your foot anxiously, hoping she could discreetly pick up a pregancy test for you.
“Shazza, could you do me a favor?” You asked hurriedly when she picked up the phone.
“Finally gonna let me set you up with that guy from my spin class?” You could feel her smirk through the phone.
“No, listen while you’re out I need you to pick up something for me.” You spoke slowly.
“Sure love, what?” She asked, casually.
“A pregnancy test.” You whispered into the phone. No one was around but you felt embarrassed.
“Are you serious?” She yelled back.
“I thought you were on the pill!” She exclaimed, just as shocked as you were. You could only imagine the looks she was getting in the store right now.
“I am!” You retorted.
“I swear to God if that bastard knocked you up–” She began, but you stopped her mid-rant.
“Shazza! Please just get one…” You pleaded.
“Jesus ok, I’ll be home soon.” She said, hanging up the phone, leaving your mind to wander until she returned to confirm your suspicions.
You’ve always heard it said that waiting for a pregnancy test result was “ the longest five minutes of your life”. You thought that was an exaggeration but jesus were they right.
“What does it say?” Shazza asked after the timer went off.
“I don’t know, I can’t look. You do it.” You closed your eyes, scared.
“Oh my god,” Was her only reply.
“‘Oh my god’ what?” Your eyes flew open, scanning her face.
“You’re pregnant!” She jumped, a genuine smile on her face.
“I’m pregnant…” You couldn’t help but be happy, you’ve always wanted a child. Although you pictured it happening differently.
“Are you gonna tell him?” She asked, addressing the elephant in the room.
“No.” You answered simply.
“No! Why not?” She yelled.
“Because! Because he hates kids, he’d never have time for a family. Frankly the best thing will be for him not to know, I can take care of this child on my own, thank you very much.” You said proudly.
“Damn you’re stubborn,” she smiled and shook her head,”but I’ll be here, I’ll help you in whatever you need.”
“Thanks Shazza.” You hugged her.
That was how William was brought into your life, a surprise at every turn since. All you wanted to do was protect him, and you feared in protected him you only caused him more pain.
You had managed, raising a child on your own, but you feared he needed some fatherly contact that you just couldn’t provide.
You were half way to Baker Street when it started to pour. You tried to catch a cab but none of them would stop. You were splashed by a passing car and groaned.
You should have known this would happen, that he would search him out. It was just last week that the questions you normally avoided were given answers.
“Mommy…I know you don’t like talking about it, but I have this family tree project for school and I…well my tree is half empty.” William held his drawing up to you. You were struck with a pang of guilt.
“You don’t have to tell me now, only a name, I’ll understand.” He said, he always knew how to outsmart you.
“Oh, baby, come here.” You patted the bed next to you and he jumped up. He positioned his paper and pencil and looked up to you, ready to write it down.
“Sherlock.” You said quietly, it tasted strange in your mouth, foreign almost.
“And his parents?” He asked, batting his eyelashes at you. He really had you wrapped around his finger.
“Uh.. Wanda and Tim.” You took a moment, hardly being able to remember. You’d only actually met them once, and they didn’t even know you and Sherlock were dating at the time. That must have been… almost 8 years ago now.
“And did he have any brothers or sisters?” He asked. Thinking back on this you wondered if his ‘family tree project’ was even real, or just a ruse designed to get you to give up the name of his father.
“A brother, Mycroft.” You watched as he filled in the enlarged leaves on the tree and jumped off your bed.
“Is that it?” You asked, surprised at his sudden absence.
“Yes, thanks mummy!” He rushed away excitedly, you raised an eyebrow in suspicion but let it go and got back to your work.
You were now standing in front of 221B Baker Street, soaked to the bone, frantically knocking on the door.
“Y/N?” Sherlock answered the door, surprised to see you.
“Is he here?” You asked hurriedly.
“You’re soaking wet.” He said, pulling you inside.
“Is he here!” You asked again.
“Upstairs” He nodded. You ran past him, taking the stairs two by two, thanking God you weren’t wearing heels.
“William!” You yelled, Sherlock was rushing behind you. You stepped into a familiar living room that hadn’t changed a bit only to see your son sitting by the fire sipping tea. Wearing his favorite shirt,little tie and coat.
“Jesus I was so worried.” You knelt in front of his chair and hugged him, inspecting him, making sure he was okay.
“I knew you would be, but I had to know, I’m sorry mummy.” He looked guilty. You kissed his forehead, knowing this time would come some day.
“Y/N…” Sherlock said from the doorway, you stood and whipped around caught off guard, forgetting he was there.
“Can we speak for a moment” He motioned out to the hall. You nodded, wrapping your arms around you to create some warmth and comfort. You were still soaking wet. Your hair dripping slightly onto the wood floors.
“Is he mine?” He asked, wasting no time at all. You looked up to him and nodded.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, a hint of sadness in his eyes.
“Why would I. We had just broken up, I wanted nothing to do with you then.” You answered honestly.
“And now?” He asked, hopefully.
“Now?” You asked.
“Now I’d like to be able to spend some time with my son. He’s almost too smart for his own good. I mean jesus he looks just like me, I want to make sure he doesn’t turn out like I did.” Sherlock looked to the floor.
“What are you saying?” You reached out and took his hand, you could tell he was struggling to find his words and you tried to comfort him.
“I’m saying I’d like to help, in any way you’ll let me. I’d like to be there for him. I’m sorry, for the way things ended, the way I treated you, never being there. I’d like to be there now. Please.” He spoke with so much sincerity that you would argue this wasn’t the same Sherlock you left 6 years ago. Something had changed, he’d changed, seemingly for the better.
“Alright, but only because he needs his father. I’ll need time, Sherlock, to adjust to this.” You whispered, realizing how close the two of you were standing.
“I know. Thank you” He kissed your forehead, and headed back inside the living room, only to see William looking through old case files on his desk.
“What’s this?” William asked curiously, raising a photograph in the air.
“A beheaded nun.” Sherlock said, casually glancing at it.
“Jesus” You rushed over to the desk and pulled the picture out of his hands.
“Cool.” William said, now curious, wanting more of Sherlock’s crazy life.
“Most certainly not cool.” You said. They both looked up to you and rolled their eyes. Like father, like son.
You couldn’t help but smile at how similar they were, and how your life had seemed to fall back into place. Your son gained the father he’d secretly needed, and you gained back the man who was once the love of your life.
It would be hard: going back to some sense of normalcy, forgiving sherlock completely, but watching your son look upon him with admiration and love was going to make the process so much easier.