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Leather Jackets - Bucky Barnes AU

Request: “Can you make a Bucky imagine in which he’s like the bad boy who is really cool and falls for y/n and is super sweet around her?” // I did it as a Greaser AU because I was listening to the Grease soundtrack while writing lol

Word Count: 1167 // My requests are still open!!


The Greasers didn’t like to be messed with. If you’re not at their level, you can’t speak to them. You go near them, you’re dead.

Pacing quickly down the sidewalk, you avoided the glare of the boys in the red Chevrolet parked across the street. A message alert on your phone made you stop, pulling your phone out of your pocket.

Steve: Just overheard that the Greasers are gonna be at the coffee shop. Be careful.

Mentally groaning in fear of anyone hearing you, you slipped into the door of the cafe, walking with your head down.

“Hi, uh, Miss? What would you like?” The barista grinned at you, as you looked up from your phone. “Sorry, can I just have a juice please?”

“What’s your name?” She asked, holding your cup in one hand and a sharpie in the other. “Y/N.” You pronounced, smiling back.

Soon enough, your name was called and you took your drink, walking out of the store.

You looked around before pushing the door open, seeing the Chevrolet had moved. Breathing a sigh of relief, you pushed the door open and began your walk home.

Going to grab your phone from your back pocket, you bumped into someone.

Feeling a hand on your back, you looked up, making direct eye contact with one of the leaders of the greaser gang, Bucky Barnes.

“I am so sorry, I really wasn’t concentrating. I should look where I’m going, sorr-” You mumbled, rambling away, “Hey, don’t worry about it. Y/N, is it?” He smiled warmly at you, “Uh, yeah, that’s me.”

“We have English together, right?” He asked, trying to making eye contact as you looked everywhere but his into his eyes.

“That we do,” you laughed nervously, “See you Monday, I guess.”

“See you Monday, Y/N.” He smiled, brushing past you as you walked back home, texting Steve about your ‘incident’.

Soon enough, Monday rolled around.

School always dragged along on a Monday. Whether it be the non existent enthusiasm from the students, or the bore of lessons from teachers paid less than they’re owed.

Grabbing your bag and heading out of the classroom, you avoided the glare of the same boys from the coffee shop stood outside your classroom.

You felt their eyes leave as you trailed outside to try and find your friends, Steve and Peggy.

Walking past the bleachers, you felt all eyes on you as hands gripped your shoulders.

“If it isn’t Little Miss Y/N.” You span around to be met with the eyes of one of Bucky’s gang, another member of the Greasers.

“H-hi?” You questioned, looking away from where he stared deeply at you, backed by two more Greasers; the rest sat on the bleachers.

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N. May I ask why this pretty little mouth of yours was talking to Barnes outside the coffee shop last night?” You looked up, horrified that anyone had seen yours and Bucky’s conversation.

“I-I didn’t mean anything by it! I bumped into hi-” He pressed a finger over your lips, his minions trailing behind you, as he whistled for more of them to come over.

You were surrounded. You’d seen this happen before, and you prayed every night that they would never do it to you.

Grabbing your bag roughly off your shoulders, you gasped as they pulled your books out one by one, until they reached your sketchbook.

“Well what do we have here? A sketchbook! Let’s have a looky here shall we?” He smirked, picking up the black book from your feet.

Flipping through your doodles and practices, you prayed they wouldn’t find your illustration of the picture Bucky had posted recently.

But they did. Just your luck.

“And it gets better! How 'bout we show this to Buck when he gets here, hey? Is that what you want, Y/N? Attention? Well, sweetheart, that’s what you’re gonna get.”

Tears began to spill down your cheeks as he cascaded the sketchbook to the ground once again, the pencil drawing looking like a watercolour.

“Now, Y/N. How 'bouts we deal with you.” He spat, getting closer to your face. Grinning, he grabbed your hair and pulled your face up to meet his eyes.

Taking a harsh slap to the face, you looked into his eyes as he laughed, “Fuck. You.” you spat.

“What was that, Y/N? Say that again.” He looked shocked, but hid it. “I said fuck you.” He looked at you again, “You’re gonna regret that Y/N.”

Taking another hit, you saw the blood hit the concrete on the other side of the book.

“Hey!” A loud voice echoed from outside their circle, as the rest of the group scattered, you sank to the floor.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doin’?” Bucky asked the boy stood opposite you, as you let more tears flow. “You know what, I don’t wanna hear it. Back off.”

Bucky kneeled in front of you, smiling softly. “Y/N?”

“Y-yeah?” You held your nose in fear of it bleeding further.

“I’m so sorry the did that to you, I promise I would never have let them if I would’ve known. Are you alright?”

“Apart from nursing a headache and this nose bleed, I’ll be okay.” You smiled back up at him, his eyes glistening as he looked at you. “Shit, you need to get to the nurse.” He looked around you at the destruction of your bag, trying to pick up your scattered books.

“Did you draw this?” He asked, awe taking over his features. “Um, yes, I did. I’m sorry, it’s lame. I just saw the picture on my feed and I needed prac-”

“Y/N, babe, this is incredible.” He grinned from ear to ear, holding the book so delicately. “T-thank you, Bucky. It means a lot.” He slung your bag over his shoulder, offering you a hand as he led you to the nurses office.

“I’m still so sorry, Y/N. Can I please take you for coffee or something to make up for it?” He asked, brushing your hair behind your ear as you held tissue to your nose.

“I don’t drink coffee, but I’m definitely always down for pizza.” You laughed, Bucky joining you. “Well, pizza it is. Are you free tonight?”

- 6 months later -

Finishing the final sentence of your last-minute homework, you shoved the books into your bag as a knock at the door snapped you out of the world of your science work.

Opening the door with a smile, you saw Bucky, donned in his leather jacket and all black outfit.

“Mornin’ baby.” He smiled, pressing a kiss to your lips as you grinned into it. “Good morning, Bucky.”

“Did you sleep okay?” He asked, interlocking his fingers with yours. “I’d sleep better if my boyfriend wouldn’t keep messaging me every five minutes!”

“Well forgive me for caring about you!” He laughed, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“You know I love you really.” You nudged him slightly as he grinned. “I love you too, doll.”

About Last Night - KJ APA SMUT

Requested ?: Yes

Anon Said: Hi?? Are requests open? I was wondering if you could do a KJ Apa smut where maybe the reader plays Veronica and he’s watching when Veronica and Cheryl have the dance off and maybe KJ gets a little excited and so the reader has to help him out in his trailer??? 

Warnings: Daddy Kink (bc my kiwi kutie is daddy af),SMUT unprotected (oral m on f) & somewhat fluff

Originally posted by storycrackimagines


“Babe hurry you’re gonna miss the first half” I whined positioning myself on the couch “Princess you wanted the popcorn” KJ chuckled making his way into the living room “oh hush”.

KJ placed down the popcorn which I gladly took a handful of “thanks babe” I mumbled with some already in my mouth. As the opening to our show ‘Riverdale’ began KJ made himself comfortable sitting with me in between his legs,back pressed against his chest. 


I smirked to myself silently watching how Madelaine and I’s hours of choreography it truly looked better on screen. KJ began to shift making me get up from my warm place “Babe what’s wrong?” I questioned KJ completely ignored me shutting off the tv “nothing’s wrong Princess” he spoke lowly the look in his eyes made me feel hot “I was thinking about that body” KJ licked his lips crawling over me “KJ” my voice timid “shh baby just relax” he prepped kisses down my neck causing me to moan.

I could feel his hardened member on my thigh so I palmed him through his sweatpants KJ growled “don’t tease me princess” his voice in my ear. KJ moved back hovering my body as he removed his shirt revelling his deliciously toned body.  His hands roamed under my shirt up to my breasts where he discovered I had no bra “already?” he smirked “it’s comfortable” I smiled up at him. KJ pressed his lips against mine feverishly as his hands kneaded my breasts causing me to moan out allowing his tongue to slip through.

KJ pulled away to remove my shirt then quickly reattached our lips together again “I want you now” he spoke between kisses I pulled away and looked at him “then take me” I smirked this was enough to set KJ off. He jumped to his feet and picked me up throwing me over his shoulder as he raced upstairs to our bedroom I giggled excited for what was to come.

Once in our room KJ threw me on the bed wasting now time removing my pants and underwear “fuck” he muttered more to himself than me causing a blush to creep up on me “so gorgeous and wet” he spoke as he kneeled before me. KJ began leaving a trail of hickeys up my thigh to my core his hot breath causing me to shiver “stay still don’t cum till I tell you” he warned placing two fingers in me. I felt my back arch off the bed his callused fingers always gave me the best satisfaction “faster” I moaned as I felt his tongue pass my folds.

He went faster with both his fingers and tongue as he took pauses to suck me “Damn KJ” I cried out clenching my walls. KJ pulled back sensing i was close, he got up and removed his sweatpants and boxers he moved to hover over me “you naughty girl you almost came” he paused just over my lips “even when Daddy told you not to” he tisked “bad princess” he kissed my lips I wrapped my arms around his neck wanting him as close as humanly possible.

I shrieked feeling him thrust into me roughly “KJ” I cried through the kiss he stopped his movements looking at me lustfully “Daddy please move” I practically begged him. KJ smiled and nodded “as you wish princess” his hips connected with mine at a fast and hard pace. 

KJ grabbed my hands interlocking his fingers with mine as he left lovebites on my neck. I loved how KJ could be so rough yet gentle if you get what I mean. “Daddy I have an interview tomorrow I cant have marks” I whined “who cares I want the world to know you’re mine and only mine” he look down at me with such passion “and don’t even think about pulling makeup to cover it” he informed.

I felt my the ever so familiar feeling rising within me “faster Daddy faster” I cried “Princess I don’t think I cant last so long” his chest heaving in and out as he held onto the headboard for more support “me neither” I moaned feeling him hitting my g-spot “right there Daddy”.

KJ’s movements became uneven and sloppy with one final thrust we both came   moaning in unison. We took our time coming down from our high then KJ pulled out rolling to lay next to me “man if I would have known you’d act like this after the dance off. I would have asked them to add it in earlier” I giggled turning to face him “I love you” he beamed kissing my nose “and I love you” I smiled snuggling into his arms drifting off to blissful sleep.


*The next morning*

“Welcome to CleverTV we’re on with Riverdale’s Y/n Y/L/n aka Veronica Lodge” the interviewer introduced me I smiled and waved at the camera “Hi thanks for having me” I moved a strand of hair behind my ear “whoa that’s quite some dark marks on your neck” she chuckled “um yeah” I blushed remembering last night’s events “wonder who gave you those” she quirked a brow looking to the screen behind us that showed pictures of KJ and I either kissing in the streets or walking hand and hand “tells us about last night’s episode. What was KJ’s reaction to Veronica’s dance off with Cheryl?” she questioned 

I suddenly felt hot “um he enjoyed it” that was all I could say about it I mean was I supposed to tell her it lead to hot sex? no she smirked at me “enjoyed it huh. He’s a lucky man” she smiled “not as lucky as I am to have him in my life” I beamed she awed “that’s too cute”.


*later that day*

I got home feeling all gushy inside the interviewer asked me about my character ,who i thought killed Jason and my relationship with KJ it all made me feel happy. 

I opened the door surprised to see KJ standing right in front of me “Princess I’m lucky to have you in my life. You complete me” KJ spoke as he embraced me “We’re both lucky to have each other in our lives” I smiled pulling away to give him a quick peck on the lips “love you” he hummed “love you” I sang back.


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Rockabye (pt.3)

genre: fluff and just a little angst / stripper!au

pairing: you x jimin

word count: 2.6k

Originally posted by chimchams


You were stupid. Why would you agree to go out with one of the customers? This club was a strictly “business only” one and if you get caught, you lose it all. Jae-Eun meant everything to you and if you lost him over one mistake, all of your hard work would go to waste. The endless nights of stripping and dancing for men but making enough money to support you and your child would all be thrown down the drain. You’ve worked so hard to be where you are now and this one guy that made your heart flutter, would not ruin it for you. Or at least, that’s what you thought.

You were supposed to call Jimin when you felt like meeting up but that private dance happened weeks ago and since then, you were really putting this whole thing to the side. It wasn’t because you didn’t like Jimin, in fact, that was the opposite reason. Jimin made you feel ways that were unexplainable. He made you feel good about yourself, almost as if his confidence was contagious. It rubbed off on you, but hey, you weren’t complaining. Most of the time, especially during private dances, guys made you feel like a toy. They always called you names and spit profanities in your face, continuously.


Jimin, though, never once looked at you like you were something he could use to just have fun with. He didn’t dare to call you anything besides beautiful. Guys don’t understand how much that means to a girl. Being called beautiful opposed to sexy or hot is so much more flattering and respectful. Jimin seemed to know how to treat a woman and the thought of that put you in awe. 


As much as Jimin was all of these things, you had to be careful. One mistake or you get caught with a customer, it is over and that scared you, a lot. 



Today was the warmest day out of the weekend, so you decided to spend one-on-one time with Jae-Eun. You loved taking him on strolls in his stroller around the park and he did too. He giggled and giggled whenever you made funny faces or noises. Peek-a-boo was his all time favorite game, he really seemed to get a kick out of you hiding your face behind your hands and then suddenly appearing out of nowhere. His laugh was the sweetest thing on earth and it kept you motivated, to keep pushing through all of these hard times.


He was already 3 months old. Time has flown by so quickly. You remember holding him that night after you delivered him, looking down at his soft, newborn, face. He had his dads, well, everything. His eyes; one mono eyelid and one double, small but oh-so, kissable lips. He somehow only got your nose while he got the rest of Jungkook’s features. You knew he would be a lady killer when he got older, just like his dad. 


He was a spitting image of Jungkook and it hurt your heart. Whenever you looked at Jae-Eun, it brought back painful, yet so beautiful memories that you will forever cherish. Of course, he didn’t look exactly like Jungkook, since he was still a newborn but you were afraid for when he got older. He would eventually grow into his same body type, broad shoulders, muscular thighs, and tall. It would hurt to even look at your own kid, just because Jungkook did so much damage to your heart. He left you when you needed him the most. He never came back and that only hurt you more. It made you feel not special, not wanted, and alone. 


Jae-Eun couldn’t talk yet but sometimes you used him to talk to, even if he couldn’t understand. He could barely say anything, so he just stuck to his famous giggles, whines, and cries. As crazy as it sounds, sometimes you feel like you are talking to someone and they are actually listening to you when you talk to Jae-Eun. He looks at you, with his deep brown eyes of Jungkook, eyebrows raised high from their original spot, and his face softens as if he truly understands what you are saying. You were excited for him to grow up because Jungkook was always such a good advice giver and knew how to listen to you. You felt that when Jae-Eun gets older, he will pick up those same characteristics and you’d have each other to talk to and get advice from, just like it was with his dad. 


“Okay, my baby Jae, we are here.” You say as your bring the car to a stop and turn off the ignition. You look behind you and there Jae-Eun was, in his blue pants and white shirt, with a big smile on his face. Your heart softened at the sight, he was really going to be a lady killer, you thought to yourself.  


It was a decently nice day but still fairly cold, with clouds covering the sky. It was something about the sky that brought you so much serenity. Every time you look up, you see your dad smiling from heaven, giving you a thumbs up. It brings tears to your eyes to know that such an amazing man was gone, so young and so unexpectedly. He was all you really had as growing up. Not that your mom was bad, she just tended to work a lot, favor your brother, and forget about you. 


Your father was such a humble, hard-working man, and when he died, you felt like the world crashed onto you. You’ll never forget the lifeless, pale, sunken, face of your dead dad, laying in the casket. You lost someone so important to you and your life would never be the same. That was the worst night of your life, even more than Jungkook leaving. 


You had a dad while growing up and a not so supportive mom, the opposite of what Jae-Eun had now. You were dreading the day you would have to tell him, that his dad walked out on the announcement of your pregnancy. A boy needs a male role model in his life, especially when growing up to learn from and grow with but you couldn’t provide that for him. The thought of that shred your heart into pieces but you can’t do anything about it, which only made it that much harder.


When you get out of the car, you carefully unbuckle his seat belt and get the stroller out of the trunk. You set it up and pick up Jae-Eun extremely carefully before placing him down into the stroller and buckling the two straps that held him in place. You were so gentle with him, not because you were scared you would drop him or anything, more so of it just being that, you didn’t want to risk something like that happening if you were too rough or too careless. 


You kneeled down to Jae-Eun's level so he could see you and look at him. You tilted your head to the side and reach out to cup his small, warm, and soft cheek. He really did look like Jungkook so much already and as much as you tried to not see it in him and push it away, you couldn’t.


You still loved Jungkook. He gave you so much to love. Never in a million years did you expect for him to walk out on you so easily or quickly. He didn’t even talk to you about the whole situation, which is his fault because you guys could’ve made it work out, he just didn’t want to.


That night was bad but nowhere near as bad as your fathers funeral. Cancer was indeed, a killer. You remember waking up to Jungkook nowhere in sight, his clothes magically gone and out from the closet, and all of his personal belongings taken by him, except a picture of you two, framed and hung up on the wall. He left nothing, besides a note that broke your heart into fractured pieces, as tears flooded and left your eyes.


Y/N,
      I’m sorry it had to be this way. I can’t be with you anymore. I can’t take care of a baby. I don’t have the recources or stability to help you take care of another human, let alone a newborn . It is too much and I can’t have that kind of stress put on me. I love you, y/n, so much, but we can’t be ‘us’ anymore, there can’t be an ‘us’. I’m sorry.
                                         Jungkook


Stress? Stability? Recourses? Us? Love? What kind of note was that? You’ve never seen Jungkook so selfish in your lifetime. He LEFT you with all of the stresses of being a parent. He LEFT you with a baby when you were obviously not strong enough to do this on your own. He LOVED you, but couldn’t find the pity in his heart to stick with you throughout the hard times, through all of the upcoming years. He SAID that there couldn’t be an us anymore when that was what you’ve always been. He was SORRY but couldn’t stay and talk to you about the problem? He ran out on you. He ran away from responsibilities. He ran out on Jae-Eun, who needs and will need a father, at some point in his life.

 
Each word on that letter felt like another stab to the heart. You’ve never seen someone be so selfish, let alone the father of your baby. Jungkook was always so nice, so compassionate, so caring, warm, and so admirable but your opinion on him soon changed after he walked out on you. He was an asshole, immature, selfish, and an awful person, for doing what he did to you. But no matter what he did, you still loved him, and that’s what you hated most about the whole thing.

Normally a girl would eventually get over the guy that left and move on but you haven’t. You just needed to find someone to heal the wounds Jungkook left on your heart, someone who would make you forget all the bad that has happened to you, someone who would treat you the way you were supposed to be treated, someone who-


“Earth to y/n???“A familiar voice says while the person waves their hands in front of your face rapidly, trying to get you out of your trance. Your eyes widened as soon as you realized who it was that was standing right in front of you. 


Jimin.


“Sorry, I- how- why- wait, did you follow me?” You suddenly ask. Jimin pulled his lips into a smile, as his eyes formed into crescent moons.


“No, silly, I saw you kneeling down as I was leaving the parking lot,” He paused and then continued after he wiped off his forehead. “I just got done with a business meeting and decided to take a walk, which I am now happy I decided to take one instead of not because I get to see you.“ 


Yep. He never failed to make your heart jump out of your chest. He was just so good with words. 

He had on a blue shirt with a blue blazer and the sight of that, made you shiver. He was not only good with words but he looked good while saying them too.  


You slowly stand up and see that he was glowing. His skin was glowing, his eyes were glowing, his teeth you could now see since he was smiling, were glowing. Jimin was just so beautiful, he literally stuck out in a good way. His eyes glistened with the sunshine and his scent once again had you in a trance. There was something about the way Jimin smelled, it brought some sort of positivity and hospitality into your thoughts. He made you forget what you were thinking just minutes before and that was exactly what you needed.


“Uhm, y/n? Gawking much?” He chuckled and as soon as you realized your mouth was hanging wide open and you were staring at him, a sudden wave of embarrassment flooded you. 


“Ah, sorry, it’s just that-” Really, stuttering, cmon?  "You know what, nevermind.“ You shook your head and gave yourself a mental slap to the face. 


Jimin walked closer to you and stopped as he reached Jae-Eun’s stroller. He turned back to you and his lips formed a smile - no, don’t- there it is, you thought to yourself. His smile killed you. It was so perfect, the way his teeth aligned with his lips and the way his eyes smiled too, almost more than his actual one.


“Who do we have here?” Jimin says as he bends over and tickles Jae-Eun’s stomach, as Jimin received giggles from him in return. Jimin couldn’t stop smiling and that made your heart beat even faster.


He looked so good with kids. He was making Jae-Eun laugh and smile and he just got here. How could a guy be so perfect?


“That’s Jae-Eun.” You reply and look at Jimin while he was now playing peek-a-boo with him.


“Peek-a-boo!” He said in a high-pitched voice and repeated the movements needed to actually play and entertain the kid.


You heart sung, as you saw how good Jimin was with kids.  Mostly guys were good, anyways, but he was just, better. Jimin was always better, now that you think of it.


He eventually stopped and reached his hands back down into the stroller, unbuckling Jae-Eun. “May I hold him?” He asked. 


You nodded and that gave him the green light. He slowly picked up Jae-Eun underneath his armpits and placed a hand under his butt before resting him on his shoulder. Normally Jae-Eun cried when you picked him up but for some reason, he wasn’t with Jimin.  He seemed to really be comfortable with him because soon enough, there he was resting the side of his cheek on Jimin’s shoulder, with his hands wrapped around Jimin’s neck, as he slowly swayed side to side, sending Jae-Eun off to sleep. 


“Wow, he really likes you, a lot, Jimin.” You tilt your head to the side and can’t help but smile. Jimin was being so sweet to him and that made you very happy on the inside to know that he was like this. He wasn’t some guy who hated kids or got annoyed quickly.


“I mean, I AM Park Jimin, nobody can resist me.” You flick the side of his head and his mouth drops open, mouthing the word, “ouch.“ 


"What……. You deserved it.” You reply sarcastically and flick him again in the same spot but before you move your hand away, he reaches out and grasps onto your wrist tightly.


“You know what else I deserve?” You look at him and tilt your head to the side, raising an eyebrow. “A date with you." 


"I already agreed to one." 


"Then, how about I take you out tomorrow night?” He asks while letting go of your wrist. 


“Jimin, I would love to but I would need a babysitter and I can’t afford that right no-” He cuts you off and immediately starts talking. 


“I can pay for the babysitter.” Was he rich or something? He always gave you more money than you needed and now was offering to pay for a babysitter just to take you out? Damn.


“No, Jimin it’s okay, really, you don’t have to, " 


"I know I don’t have to but I want to” And there it was, the smile has returned.

Between The Sheets

Here is part two in the “Our Girl” series.   

Read “Movie Night”

Pairing: Dean x Reader x Sam (polyamorous)
Words:  1028

Warning: Smut, threesome, (no wincest, but it’s oh so hinted and I didn’t mean to…because I can’t…but it’s there…oh gosh…), anal, vaginal, double penetration

A/N: This is an open series. You can request things for it at any time. It’ll probably be open for a while, so request away!
A/N: If you want tagged in anything, just let me know. :)


        You could feel both of them surrounding you. Sam kissing across your shoulders; Dean kissing across your collarbone. Hands splayed across your stomach and back. You didn’t know where one of them ended and the other began.

           You sighed happily, letting your eyes flutter open. You looked down slightly to see Dean smirking at you, “Good morning, Sweetheart.”

           “What a way to wake up,” you smiled.

           Sam sucked a spot on the back of your neck just right, making you moan softly, “Thought you’d enjoy this.”

           You were putty in their hands and they knew it, “I’m a lucky girl,” you smiled, feeling them run their hands down your body.

           “Glad you think so,” Dean kissed your lips.

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Miracles

Request: Could you please Negan x wife reader, she gives birth to triplets (two of them are boys and one is a girl)but there are some complications and she passes out from blood loss and the baby girl wasn’t breathing but everyone lives and a super fluffy ending with a super protective Negan over his babies especially the baby girl. - Anon

Pairings: Negan x Reader

Warnings: angst. near death of a newborn. you might die from fluff overload, be warned.


Lounging on the black leather couch in Negan’s bedroom, you groaned in pain. Your pregnant belly was protruding so much that you could barely see your feet. Carrying three children was definitely putting a strain on your entire body. It hurt especially when they took turns kicking. Through the pain, you couldn’t help but take moments throughout the day to stare down and smile.

There was no ultrasound machine in the Sanctuary, so that became an immediate disadvantage. However, when you found out your were pregnant, you went straight to Dr. Carson. It was a marvelous day when he revealed to you that he was able to hear three heartbeats. You had never seen Negan cry before, but he shed a few tears once you told him. You were nervous, but you couldn’t wait until the day you could hold all three of your beautiful babies.

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viii. “what the fuck happened to your face?”

This has been sitting in my ask for a few weeks. I apologize for not being able to write this anytime sooner but you know, college sucks. Please, don’t feel like I’m ignoring you, I promise I’ll be finishing everything I’ve got left. Anyway, here it is. I hope you like it. Please let me know if you don’t like it, or if you think the smut part wasn’t right. I don’t usually write smut that’s “explicit” but I want to give it a try, and I need to know what direction to take.

“What the fuck happened to your face?” you asked, bewildered.

“Not now, love.” Harry warned you, avoiding your eyes for all he’s worth. Even if he had succeeded, you had already seen it. His face was a mess, his hair was disheveled and he had an horrendous purple eye.

“’Not now’? The fuck is wrong with you! You’re not pulling that ‘not now, love’ when your face looks like shit!”

“Charming to the last, aren’t you?” He asked, raising his bloody eyebrow with a hint of annoyance in his gaze, only to be replaced by a look of pain.

“At least let me help you, you ass.”

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Graduation

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Requested: No, I just got this idea

Warnings: mentions of sex, really

A/N: I just had a little spurt of inspiration for this short imagine, I hope you enjoy it.

masterlist / coming soon

Originally posted by wydobrien


Stiles watched as your legs carried your body across the stage, the excitement swirling in your eyes as you accepted the scroll out of the older man’s hand and your eyes immediately locked on Stiles as you raised the piece of paper in the air. He let out a chuckle, winking at you as you walked back to your chair, trying desperately not to fall over the robe that was far too big on you. You paid for the right size robe but because you arrived a little later than everyone else, they only had robes three times bigger than your size available. You moaned and groaned but had no other choice but to accept it.

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get up// simon minter

i’m sorry for how short this is but i couldn’t think how to make it any longer. i haven’t posted any imagines for a while and i really wanted to, so here’s a very shitty simon one. also, i got a lot of inspiration from this post!

requests are open!
love you all xo


Simon Minter was probably the hardest person to wake up in the entire world and you hated when the responsibility fell onto your shoulders to wake him up. Usually, if he was being difficult, you would just leave him but because the two of you were driving down to your hometown for the weekend, you had to power through.

You took a deep breath before approaching your best friend who was curled up in the middle of his bed, his silver hair peeking out from underneath the covers. “Simon,” you sang quietly. “It’s time to get up.”

Receiving nothing but a groan in return you rolled your eyes before nudging him lightly as you kneeled on his bed. “Simon, we need to leave in less than an hour if we want to get there in time for dinner.” Again, he groaned from underneath the covers and buried his face deeper into his pillow. “Fine, if you really want to be difficult.”

Within a second, you had pulled the covers away from Simon, laughing loudly as he let out a high-pitched squeal before he sat up and glared at you. “I don’t like you,” he croaked, his voice laced with the early morning.

You know you love me,” you scoffed as you sat next to him on his bed. He fell back against his pillows and pulled you down with him, resulting in a cry of protest from you. “No, we need to go!”

“Shh, just five more minutes.” His words were muffled due to your hair, his breath against your neck caused a shiver to run down your spine.

You sighed in defeat once he began to trace his fingers on the exposed skin of your waist; he knew that would instantly get you to relax. You and Simon had grown up together, so there was probably nothing that you two didn’t know about each other. Other than the fact that, after over twenty years, you still didn’t know a useful way to wake him up.

Just as you were beginning to drift off, Simon’s quiet voice broke the silence. “(Y/N)? Is that my new t-shirt?”

A grin broke across your face as the question passed his lips, it wasn’t an unusual thing for you to steal Simon’s clothes but there was an unspoken rule for you to at least let him wear them once before you claimed them as your own. “Maybe.”

“I’ll let you off this time, babe, but only because it looks better on you than it ever would on me.” For a reason you were clueless about, your cheeks began to burn at his words and of course, he noticed. “Are you blushing?”

“No, you are,” you groaned at your weak reply, and he looked at you with a stupid smirk on his face, “shut up, Minter.” You hid your red face in his pillow and Simon’s familiar smell instantly clouded your senses as you tried to ignore his teasing laughter.

Aw! (Y/N)’s blushing!” Simon sang, poking your side and grinning when you squealed.

“I hate you so much.”

You know you love me,” he throws your earlier words back at you with a wink. You laugh loudly and push his shoulder lightly, but obviously Simon over exaggerates and dramatically rolls himself to the other side of the bed with a loud yell.

“Why do I still put up with you? You’re such a dork.”

“Yeah, but I’m your dork.” Simon says smiling, before pulling you into his side and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

You can’t fight the beaming smile off your face as you lean your head against his chest, hearing his heartbeat speed up slightly as you run your fingers gently through his hair. You would love to stay like this all day, in the arms of the one person you will always love, not caring whether he loved you back the same way. However, you both needed to be up and out within the next twenty or so minutes.

“Okay, you’ve had enough time to wake up,” you say as you sit up and stretch. “Get in the shower, we need to leave soon.”

“Alright, but (Y/N), one more thing,” Simon speaks, his voice sounding a little deeper than usual.

“Yeah?” You turn around, only to be greeted by Simon eagerly pressing his lips on yours. You froze, shocked by his sudden actions but you quickly reciprocated, placing your hands on either side of his face and climbing onto his lap. He slowly moved his hands underneath his t shirt and onto your hips, repeating his actions from earlier and tracing patters against your skin. A few seconds later, you both pull away breathless and a little dizzy.

Maybe we can be a little late,” you mumble causing Simon’s laugh to echo around his room until you pulled his mouth back on yours.

Hiraeth | Pt.10

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Words: 7,272.

Genre: Zombie apocalypse au, angst.

Summary: A world full of dwindling hope and lost loves and yet you and Jungkook are all the other needs to feel at home.

Warning: Contains mature content (such as coarse language and violent themes).

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Living Colors

Originally posted by idealuk

^that gif kills me, holy shit. 

Mikey x Reader

Living Colors

Prompt(s): “Soulmate AU for Mikey?” and a few other requests for a Mikey soulmate AU.

Note: I like the idea of Mikey’s soulmate thing being that the world is black and white until you meet your soulmate. I just really think it fits for him. SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH OMG.

Green. It was the color Mikey was most curious about. Supposedly, according to some website, turtles were green. And because they were giant mutant turtles, it only made sense that that was what color they were. He wondered what it looked like, the colors of trees and grass, the color that made Central Park so alive, and he had never seen it. He might never see it.

Mikey wondered what color his eyes were. Were they green? Hazel? Blue? Maybe they were grey. Or brown. What color was his bandana? Was it yellow? Red? Blue? He didn’t know. Maybe he and his brothers all had the same color mask, only in different shades. That would explain why Raph’s was so much darker than his. There was just so much in this colorless world that had to be explained.

Splinter told the boys not to get their hopes up, that love would not be easy for four giant turtles. That perhaps the universe hadn’t set anyone aside for them and they would be alone forever. But despite the warnings, Mikey had hope. There was always hope.

***

The park must be so colorful this time of year. The time of year when the leaves darkened and drifted away on the wind. The soulmates you knew said that the leaves would flush vibrant hues of red and orange and yellow instead of the usual emerald green that made everything seem so alive. So vivid and vibrant instead of the dull grey you had grown up with your entire life.

As you sipped your coffee from your travel mug and flipped the page of your book. Someone had told you the cover was blue. You liked the idea of blue. They said the sky was that color, but at night it would erupt into brilliant hues of red and orange and pink. A sunset. You wondered how soulmates could ever get used to the sight of it after growing up in a world of grey. You wondered how they could ever take color for granted. It was like not appreciating how clearly you can breathe until your nose is clogged and suddenly something that you’ve been so used to seems like a luxury.

You knew that when you could finally see color, there was no way in hell you’d ever take it for granted. Not even something that happens every night. God, when you found your soulmate, you’d never take anything for granted ever again.

***

“I dunno, bros. I think today feels different.” Mikey shrugged.

“Mikey…” Leo started.

“Listen to me, brah. I feel it. Deep in my soul.” He pointed to his plastron dramatically, his eyes meeting his oldest brother’s. “My sooooul.”

“We get it, dork.” Raph gave his younger brother’s head a little shove. “We’ll see.”

***

You were working in the bookstore down the street from your apartment. It was night. You usually closed up shop at like nine. So once you locked all of the doors, set the security alarms, and turned out the lights, you left and began your walk down the street. You walked past the alleys and stopped when you heard something. A voice in the alley. Someone was there. And while you wouldn’t normally give it any thought, it felt…different.

You took a few small steps towards the shadows. Your confused look soon faded into something else. Realization. You were meant to be here.

“Hello?” You called. “Is…is someone there?”

***

“Don’t.” Leo mouthed. “Nobody move.” Mikey hadn’t even gotten the chance to look at you, what with Raph standing in the way. But that voice. That human voice. Mikey felt like his heart was going to leap out of his chest and run down the street.

“What’s wrong with him?” Leo asked Donnie as quietly as possible. The tallest turtle scanned him. The results were less than expected. He had never seen anything like this.

“We need to let him go to her.” Donnie stated. He knew what this meant. Those brainwaves, that heartrate. Something amazing was about to happen. “I think she’s…” He didn’t even need to finish. Leo nodded, his lips pressed into a thin line. Raph moved out of the way and pushed Mikey a few steps forward, just into the light.

Your eyes met his and suddenly everything changed. It was like a million fireworks erupted. The world flushed into color, countless colors, and the first you noticed was the blue of his eyes and the vibrant orange of the mask that framed them. Your body shook with heavy breaths. You were overwhelmed. Mikey fell to his knees, tears forming in his eyes. Here you were. There he was.

You took a few unstable steps forward, kneeling down in front of him. Tentatively, you raised your hands to frame his cheeks. A smile spread across your face. His too. A few tears of relief slipped down his cheeks. You wiped them away.

“I’m s-sorry.” Mikey sniffled. “You’re just so beautiful and I never thought I would ever-”

“I love you.” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, burying your face in his neck. He held you as thought you would disappear. Mikey never wanted to let go of you. Ever.

“I-I love you too.” He whispered as he held you against him. “I love you so much.”

“What the shell…” Raph whispered as he and the other brothers watched in awe. Mikey had found his soulmate. And she didn’t even scream.

“What’s your name?” You asked him, pulling away so you could look at his face. At his clear blue eyes.

“Michelangelo.” He replied, chuckling. “But the ladies call me Mikey. Not that I, uh, have any ladies. You’re the only one.”

“I’m (Y/N). And I’m proud to be your lady.” You kissed his cheek, causing warmth to spread through his entire body. You pulled away and looked at him for a few seconds before leaning in to press a long, sweet kiss to his lips. You felt him smile against you as one of his large three-fingered hands ran through your hair.

“God, I just…I wanna know everything about you.” Mikey said. His eyes memorized every facet of your face. “I…wow…”

“What?” he smiled.

“You’re gorgeous.”

“Hey cheeseball, how about introducing your girlfriend to your brothers?” Raph asked as he and the others came out of the shadows. Mikey helped you to your feet. You stumbled forward, but he caught you in his waiting arms. You laughed. So did he.

“Well, bros, this is (Y/N). (Y/N), these are my brothers. Raphael in the red is like a big cuddly teddy bear. If big cuddly teddy bears were incredibly violent.” Mikey seemed to be back to his funny, charismatic self. All of the heavy emotion had passed, and now he was himself again. And yet he felt different too. Like he had changed somehow. Either way, he continued. “Donatello in the purple, a technical genius who is technically a genius. Leonardo here in blue is our fearless leader.”

“You done?” Leo asked, amused.

“Yeah, I’m done.” He nodded. “So uh, do you have any plans tonight, angelcakes? I think it’s about time I brought a girl home.”

“I just have to toss this in my apartment real quick.” You held up the bag in your hand. “And then we can do whatever. Anything. As long as I’m with you.” You took one of his large hands in your own. He grinned.

“Sounds like a plan to me.”

“Mine” Series: Part 1: We’re Taking On the World Together

A/N: This is a three-part series based on Taylor Swift’s song, “Mine.” A summary [without giving too much away] would be: this series is about the evolvement of yours and Harry’s relationship– the excitement and the struggles, the pits and peaks. No matter how crazy life gets, your each other’s safety nets.

Message me HERE for requests, questions, and feedback… they’re always welcome and appreciated. Much love. x


It was a view you had only ever seen on television or in photographs. It was surreal. You and Harry were at the top of the highest mountain, overlooking valleys, trees, and a long, clear blue river that wrapped around. The sun was setting and the sky was all sorts of beautiful. Orange, pink, lavender colors decorated the sky. The photos you took on your phone didn’t do the view justice. All you could do was remember its beauty.

You loved it on the mountain with Harry. You were secluded and alone. There was no noise but the sounds of your breaths. It was the most peaceful, relaxed, and intimate the two of you had been in a long while.

It was definitely needed. You and Harry needed to pull away from the chaos that surrounded your lives and take a moment for yourselves. You needed to spend time with one another without any distractions or interruptions.

Life had been in full speed the past several months. You had gotten accepted into Law school. Your courses were extensive and required a lot of time to be dedicated towards working on assignments and reviewing for tests. It was a type of pressure different from undergraduate school. On top of that, you were also working as an assistant at a law firm. Harry, on the other hand, was booked every single day, going here going there, promoting his album and playing shows. He would leave for days, even weeks, at a time. You lived under the same roof but it was as if you never saw each other. On the days Harry would be home, you were either working, at school, or too busy burying your nose in textbooks studying. Other days you would stay up and wait for Harry to come home but he was already exhausted from a long, tiresome day all he could muster up was energy for a kiss then head straight to bed.

Something had to be done. You and Harry needed to put life on pause before things fell apart. Things had gotten so chaotic you began to neglect one another. So you and Harry cleared your schedule for the next three weeks, booked a flight, and been disengaged from the rest of the world since. It was the best thing the two of you had ever done.

Your three weeks were rejuvenating. It relit the spark that had been overshadowed by busy lives. It reminded you and Harry why you fell in love with each other. The three weeks brought back the feelings you had on your first date, the first time you spent the night together, the time the two of you moved in with one another… It was like falling in love all over again.

“I don’t want to go home,” you said. Your eyes were focused on the view in front of you as your head rested on Harry’s shoulder.
“Neither do I, luv,” he whispered.

You and Harry had three more days left on holiday. Three more days to appreciate the peace, the quiet, the privacy. There were no cameras or photographers. There were no screaming fans or demanding bosses. There were no business meetings or classes or assignments. Just you and Harry.

“I’m glad we did this,” you looked up at Harry, his green eyes locking with yours. He smiled, his dimples pronounced. He leaned forward and pressed his rosy lips onto yours. He laid it there for a moment, leaving no empty space between you. He pulled away slowly and whispered, “I love you, Y/N. More than you will ever know.”

“What happens when we get home? Is it going to be the same way again? Me at school and you gone?” you had a hint of sadness in the tone of your voice Harry picked up on.

“No,” he assured you. “We’ll do it better this time, luv. We’ll fix it.”

“How can you be so sure?”

He pressed his lips onto your forehead and you closed your eyes at the touch of his soft lips. Every time Harry touched you, it sent a wave of electricity and excitement through you, but also a sense of calmness and security. “Because I never wan’ t’ lose you, luv,” he answered.

“You won’t.” You nuzzled the top of your head into the crook of his neck and hugged his arm. “You won’t.”

“I know,” he responded. “There’s something I want’d to do before we went home…”

“What is it, babe?”

Harry pulled away from you  and wiped the dirt off from his bottom. He reached a hand out toward you to pull you up. “Would you look at that bird,” he pointed behind you. “It’s beau’iful.”

You spun around and your eyes searched the sky for what you thought could be an eagle. But the sky was empty. Your eyes shifted to the tall green trees but there was no sign of life. You spun around defeated, “Harry, I don’t see—”

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Oblivion

(a Bucky drabble)

I have two stories to finish, instead I just sat down for a couple of hours and wrote this in one sitting. Muses are so weird.

Warnings: mentions of violence and death

This one is quite heavy on the feels, I don’t know where it came from but it wrecked me a little. I wrote this in one go which is unusual for me so if you see any mistakes please let me know!

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Oblivion

(Oblivion: the act or an instance of forgetting; total forgetfulness: sought the great oblivion of sleep.)

He would never belong to her, she became more painfully aware of that every night when she crawled into bed next to him.

They say wounded people recognize each other, that their souls connect on another level, she never believed any of that.

But with him she had seen his soul from the first time she laid eyes on him, all of it, every guilt-ridden inch.


He was so beautiful and pure, and tormented, much like her. And yet so very different.


She was never supposed to touch him, how was she supposed to know that?

He screamed so loud. Every night she could feel his pain, every gut wrenching cry and every desperate howl.


At first she just stayed in the room with him, made sure he wasn’t alone. She tried talking to him, about everything and nothing, just to distract him, and the screaming would stop for a while. Some nights he even managed to sleep a little.

Then she decided to crawl under the covers with him. She had been terrified that first time, terrified that he would freak out, that he would push her away and she could never come close to him ever again.

But as soon as she spoke his name and gently laced her fingers into his hair, he had turned around and pulled her into his arms.
Holding onto her for dear life as the last of his quiet sobs faded and he finally managed to sleep.


It was the first quiet night the building had known in years.

She knew she was crossing lines that shouldn’t be crossed but it was already too late.

She had forgotten the last time her heart had felt warmth. There was no way she could let go of it now.

He was like a song she had known all her life but had just forgotten. And now that she remembered, it was in her head the entire time. He was all that filled her mind.

Bucky.



It scared her at first because she had grown accustomed to being invisible.

The other people in the building always looked right through her. Nobody cared about the strange quiet girl that lived on the top floor. 


But Bucky did, to him she wasn’t invisible and he changed everything. Through his eyes she had never felt more alive.

But it could never be real. He wasn’t hers, he never would be.

He belonged in the light, out there, not here in the darkness with her.

Her torment was of a different kind. 

She never screamed.



For her the nightmares had stopped some time ago but she could still feel them, they were buried deep inside her bones. She couldn’t shake them, not even sleeping in the warmth and safety of Bucky’s arms could heal her.

There was only darkness here, and if she stayed much longer she would pull him under with her.

***

A soft sigh escaped his lips when he felt her hand rest on his back, soothing caresses followed by the soft touch of her lips against his shoulder where she put a gentle, lingering kiss.

‘I’m here. Everything is okay now.’

He smiled and closed his eyes, still in awe of how she managed to take away every bad thought with just the touch of her hands. She could quiet them all and he felt sleep overtake him.

He reached for her, pulling her into his arms and feeling the warmth of her body against his, calming his soul.

When he opened his eyes he was greeted by the sight that always took his breath away.
Her skin was so pale, her eyes so endlessly blue and her lips so deeply red. He let his thumb brush over them before kissing her gently. 

She smiled into the kiss while she clung to his chest.

One day you are going to tell me your name,’ Bucky whispered,’ I won’t rest until you do.’

A name is just a name,’ she smiled,’ my name won’t tell you who I am.’

He was always shaken by the softness of her voice, as if every word she spoke was nothing but a soft whisper, only meant for his ears.

He wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes. He wanted to stay awake and talk to her more, ask her who she was but as usual in her arms the weight of the day suddenly felt too heavy and he could no longer keep his eyes open.

Please stay,’ he whispered, his voice deep and tired,’ please always stay.

I’m here, Bucky,’ she kissed his jaw,’ there’s nothing to be afraid of anymore.’

As soon as his breathing slowed down she wiped away the tears from her eyes and bit her lip.

She had allowed herself to come too close, made it hard for herself. If she postponed this any longer she would never find the strength.

He’s okay now, it’s okay for me to go, to leave, he’ll be fine.

I’ll be fine.

‘My name is Rose,’ she whispered before she disappeared from his arms.

***

Bucky wandered the halls absent-mindedly, rubbing his eyes while suppressing another yawn. 

He hadn’t slept well for the past 4 days, there hadn’t been any nightmares but he had still been restless. 

And his bed had been empty.

He didn’t want to go knock on her door, he knew she came to him whenever she could, but he was worried. She had never left him alone that long.

‘Good morning, James.’

He woke up from his thoughts and noticed his upstairs neighbour Susan, an elderly lady in her early 70’s, coming down the stairs.

‘Morning, Susan,’ he smiled.

She gave him a warm smile as she passed.

‘Can I ask you something?’ Bucky stopped her,’ do you know if everything is alright with…Rose?’

‘Rose?’ the old lady squinted her eyes.


‘The girl from upstairs,’ Bucky explained,’ long dark hair, pale freckled skin, beautiful smile.’

‘Yes, I know Rose, but…Bucky, are you alright?’

‘I’m fine, it’s just that we’ve been spending a bit of time together lately and I haven’t seen her in a few days now, I don’t want to worry but…’

‘Honey, Rose has been dead for almost two years now.’

The cold chill than ran up Bucky’s spine was strong enough to make him weak on his feet and he had to grab the wall to keep himself steady.

‘Are you okay?’ Susan worriedly put her hand on his arm.

‘I need to…get some air, I think.’

***

Her grave was empty and neglected, no flowers, no picture or text, just a basic stone and a coffin in the ground.

Bucky swallowed hard before he kneeled down and put a bouquet of white roses under her name.

When the initial shock had wore off, when he had investigated everything Susan told him and when he had finally accepted the truth, he realized he’d known it all along.

As soon as Susan spoke the words he’d known it to be true.

Rose was a ghost, a soul from the past holding onto a life that was no longer hers, desperate to stay but destined to leave.

One touch at a time she had taken on Bucky’s demons and she had won the fight for him. 

She hadn’t been from this world but during those moments she and Bucky spent together she had made everything in his world better.

Had it just been a few months or almost a year? He couldn’t remember exactly.
Time was a funny thing, and it moved away from you much too fast. There was no way to stop it.

Rose had been barely 25 when she had moved to the big city, full of plans and excited about life. She fell in love too quickly and with the wrong man.
By the time she realized it his hold on her had already been too strong, the bruises already cast too deep.
She had been alone and unable to see her way out.

Bucky shivered when he remembered Susan’s words on how the police found her, her body broken and covered in a halo of her own blood. There was nothing anybody could have done they said.

But I could have protected her. If only I’d known her sooner.

I would have saved you,’ Bucky’s tears took the upper hand and he wiped them away in an angry gesture while he tried to bite away the pain,’ why couldn’t I have saved you too?

He stayed by her resting place until after the sun was gone and some time after that.

From now on her grave would always have flowers and his nights would never be haunted by nightmares again.

I Can’t Help Falling In Love

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader
Word count: 1,919
Warnings: Fluff. A dab of angst in the middle.
Request: ( Anonymous ) May I request an oneshot of Lucifer overhearing the reader playing the piano in the bunker (just pretend there’s one there even if there isn’t one) and singing a love song and realizing he’s in love with her but not sure how to tell her so because she’s a Winchester and a hunter and doesn’t realize that the love song she’s singing is about her feelings for him? Sorry if that sounds dumb.

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Not Alone (with bonus fluff at the end)

Breath of the Wild from a certain Point of View

Zelink… but not what you’re expecting.

Badly written fluff at the end (I’ll admit it, but I’ll feel no shame in it)

Word Count: 2900

Goddess Hylia saw all that happened within Hyrule, and even beyond the borders into the smaller, but no less important, kingdoms of the world. She allowed privacy within the mind and paid no attention to personal affairs, but generally nothing significant escaped her eye.

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His Prince Will Come

Pain. Pain. Pound. Pound.

The last week has been pure pain for Sherlock Holmes. He has never felt such a complex mix of emotions at once: empty loneliness, burning anger, and, most of all, awful, frantic worrying. Every night has been sleepless; his brain is tired, overworked, for the first time in his life. The puzzle they gave him had been brutal, and it did not help that he had to solve it on his own. 

They took John

This was all a cruel game, a way to get Sherlock out of their hair for awhile, so they could enjoy themselves by going on more killing sprees. This was a team of England’s most wanted; he’s been tracking them for awhile now at the request of the government. They kill for no purpose except to get joy out of it, and they’ve found his weakness. He thought he’d got them, but now they have his weakness.

I’m coming for you, John.

He’d ignored five new murders during the past week, just to keep working, he had to keep working. He’d traveled across the country to remote locations, where the smallest hints were hidden, teasing him, telling him he’d never succeed. Yet he did, just in time. He drove at ninety miles per hour the whole way, breathing hard. He has five minutes left to get to him. He’s going to make it. He’s got to, or he’ll never forgive himself.

Keep running. Keep running. The stone hallway seems never-ending, but he can make out a doorway ahead. Almost there. It was genius, this plan. An old tunnel, entrance hidden inside the basement of a tiny church in a town people barely know exists. At the dead of night, I make my move. The clues left for him to figure out the location were, minuscule the likes of which he’d never seen: a strangely shaped nick in a wooden wall, a compartment inside the metal leg of a chair… yet somehow he managed to figure it out. And now, he must get to John. There are so many things he needs to tell him. He has to get to him. He has to find him.

Pound, pound, goes his heart, the heart he never knew he had until just a few years ago. Pain, whispers his brain; all his muscles are aching yet he doesn’t care. I’m coming, John. I’m coming. I’m-

He’s almost to the lit doorway. Almost to John. John, John, I -

The light dims, almost to black.

BANG. THUMP.

A shot. The thud of a body. 

John. 

John. 

Please don’t be you.

Can’t be you. No. I won’t allow it.

Never.

never… 

Please. John.

“Too late, Holmes.”

Who is it? The leader of the pack? A forgotten enemy? He can’t register the voice. He can’t even think.

“You tried your best, I suppose, and failed to save five people in the process. Oh, wait– six.”

N o .

N  o  .

J -

J   o  h n

His legs fall out from under him. His head hits the freezing stone floor and he doesn’t bother to try and stand again.

There’s no point.

A cold feeling on the back of his head. The click of a loaded gun.

“And now, it’s your turn. You cannot stop us, Sherlock Holmes. You failed. You couldn’t save your beloved friend, you couldn’t save five innocent people, and you can’t save yourself. 

“The game is over, Holmes. Goodbye, and good riddance.”

Time slows. Everything freezes.

He closes his eyes. It’s over. He can’t try anymore, not without John. And he knows it’s John, lying there motionless. He can tell from the silhouette, the familiar aura of homeliness and warmth and pleasure and… love? always radiating from his faithful army doctor, the one who he can’t live without. He’s finished. He’s never felt so hopeless, so willing to be gone from this world just so he may have a chance of seeing John again somewhere, sometime, even though heaven is not something he’s ever believed in. But then again, John is heaven. 

And… he can’t let heaven go.

No. No.

NO.

N O ! !

An inhuman, guttural scream fills the air, and he doesn’t realise for a moment that it is coming from his own throat. Adrenaline rushes through him, and he leaps to his feet, a strange buzzing in his ears seeming to whisper John. John. John. over and over again. Faster than ever thought humanly possible, he ducks, and he can feel the whoosh of the bullet just missing his head by inches. His hand closes around the small knife he’d hidden in his pant leg before he left (always extra protection for his John, always.) and manages to stab his would-be-executioner in the thigh, causing them to drop their gun, which he quickly snatches up. For John. Three masked men burst into the room, and Sherlock quickly locates the source of dim light– a bulb hanging from a string just through the doorway– and, squeezing his eyes shut, shoots at it. 

The sound of glass breaking echoes in the hall, the room goes dark, and he exhales a sigh of relief. But he’s not done yet. He drops to the ground before the men’s eyes adjust to the dark and crawls on hands and knees, smashing into the first man’s legs, knocking him to the floor. One man gets ahold of his gun and shoots; the bullet whizzes past Sherlock’s shoulder and before the man gets another chance to attack, Sherlock head-butts his stomach, causing him to fall into the third man, then takes his gun and smashes each of the men across the face, one, two, three times, until they pass out. Just like hitting those dead bodies with the riding crop at the mortuary, but this time he’s doing it for John. John. John. JOHN. There’s a silencer on one of their guns, and he picks it up and shoots each of the men, without even considering it. John.

He runs to him, kneels down beside him, takes his limp hand. Blood oozes from his stomach, and he isn’t moving. Please…don’t be dead. 

A pulse. Shallow, slow breathing. But he’s alive. Unresponsive, but alive.
Sherlock breathes another sigh of relief, this one not just of relief but of thanks to whatever supernatural being may be existing up there in the night sky. Alive, he’s breathing, let him stay alive. The bullet doesn’t look like it was shot from close range so it couldn’t have gone in too far, if he can get John to a hospital, or a doctor, in time…

A thud sounds not too far away, then the stomping of booted feet. They’ll have noticed by now that something went wrong. He needs to get away, get John somewhere safe. He heaves the body of the one he loves most over his shoulder. John is slightly heavy, but  he can manage. He needs to manage. He begins to run.

“He’s not fuckin’ dead?! Get him then!” comes the cry. The shouts of more men come from behind him, yet Sherlock keeps running, running towards the steps that lead back up to the church basement. He almost trips, but catches himself, keeping one hand over John’s wound all the whole, feeling the blood dripping through his fingers. His heart is thudding inside him, threatening to explode, and a single verse of an old song he once knew floats through his mind as he emerges from the basement…

Daddy, please don’t, it wasn’t his fault,
He means so much to me,
Daddy, please don’t, we’re gonna get married,
Just you wait and see…
Just you wait and see.

Surely they have backup coming, his chance of escaping is slim, growing smaller by the minute. He ducks around a corner, into another room, the weight of John bearing down on him, reminding him that John’s life is his responsibility now, and he’s got to think, think, God, Sherlock, you’ve got to-

The room is a kitchen. There’s a stove. And he can just make out a cloth on the counter. John still slung over his shoulder, he fumbles through the dark room until he finds the dial that turns the stove on, and a small blue flame flickers. 

The men thunder past, thinking he’s going towards the front door; he only has a minute until they realise he’s still in the building. He grabs the cloth with his free hand, puts the edge of it to the flame, and oh, thank the heavens, it catches, and he dashes out of the room and crouches by the corner; the men are arguing with each other in the main room, and the walls and floor are made of polished wood, and the flame is quickly spreading over the cloth and he lifts his aching arm and tosses it–

It hits the floor, and in moments, it catches and starts spreading; the men turn in alarm and yell at each other to call more backup, and this is Sherlock’s chance. He bursts out of his hiding place and dashes for the door, and they see him and grab their guns but they’re too late, he’s out the door and into the night and the fire has enveloped almost a whole wall and part of the floor and blocks their way to the door.

He runs like he’s never run before, clenching John’s shirt and trying to keep the blood in; he’s lost a lot and there’s not much time.

Just you wait and see…
Run, Joey, run, Joey, run, Joey, RUN!

The dirt road is long, but he keeps running, even though he can’t feel his legs and his chest is aching and his vision is blurred, and he can hear his own blood pounding in his ears, and all he can think is John, John, John, John, I need you, I love you, John, and I’ve never told you, I need to tell you–

There’s a car, turning into a lone driveway yards ahead of him. He runs even faster, screaming hoarsely, “My friend is hurt! Please! Help us, help him–”

Sherlock Holmes has never asked for help, let alone yelled for it. 

“Help us, please! Sir!” The man is getting out of the car, he’s in his fifties by the looks of it and not very wealthy (his house is tiny and falling apart), he turns with surprise and sees Sherlock coming towards him, John’s blood dripping from his hands, and he immediately runs to their aid–

“There’s a woman who’s a nurse a few streets away from here, get him in the car!” 

And they arrive at the house and the woman frets over John and carries him to a bed upstairs and the man tries to comfort Sherlock but he’s in shock and he’s crying, sobbing, tears falling from his blue eyes like gems, rare gems that no one ever sees unless they’re especially close to Sherlock, and he can’t stop murmuring, “John. John. John. John. John.”

He’s lost so much blood, they tell him, that they’re going to bring him to a hospital right away, he’s in critical condition. And he sobs harder, and he rides in the car with John’s head in his lap, cradling the doctor and smoothing his hair and adjusting the bandage over his wound and covering him in a blanket so wherever his mind is during all of this, he won’t be cold. He cries harder than ever as they take him from the car and whisk him away, leaving this man who could be broken forever if they don’t do their job, leaving him behind in the waiting room, head in hands, shaking all over.

John. 

★ ★ ★ ★ ★

Suddenly, John’s thoughts return.

And his first thought is, Sherlock. They shot him, didn’t they. They shot me. Where am I where is Sherlock oh god oh-

“Mr. Watson, it’s alright. You’re safe. You’re okay.”

The IV tube in his arm aches. His chest aches. He tries to move, but gentle hands push him back into the bed. His vision’s adjusting, and there are doctors, dressed in white, and there’s one not dressed in white, but wait, that’s…

“Sherlock…?”

Tears fill both sets of eyes, and Sherlock smiles, and John’s heart, weak as it feels, leaps in his chest, and he grins back.

“How long… how long have I been…”

“In a coma? Nine days, eight hours, and twenty-six minutes, but who’s counting?” Sherlock cannot suppress his smile. He’s so thankful that John is okay. He’s been here the entirety of those nine days and eight hours, sleeping next to John in a chair, tucking him in when he looks cold and adjusting his pillows just right, lifting him into the bed after the blood transfusion and the surgery to remove the bullet, helping to clean the bullet wound when needed, never letting go of his hand, no matter what. And he’s still holding it now, only now, John is able tighten his grip on the detective’s hand in return.

“What happened?”

“I’ll tell you what happened,” says the main doctor, a strict but kind woman named Muriel, bringing a cup of water to John’s lips and helping him drink. “This man,” she continues, gesturing to Sherlock, “set a church on fire, escaped a horde of gun-toting killers, finally rid the world of two of Scotland Yard’s most wanted, and got you here to this hospital, carrying you all the way. He hasn’t left this room since you got here, and I had to force him to eat and drink something every day. He won’t talk to me about his relationship with you, but it’s quite obvious he cares about you more than he cares about himself, and you’re very lucky to have him.” 

It takes John a minute to register this information. He remembers getting kidnapped, having to sit in a dark, cold room while people taunted and sometimes hurt him, having to eat and drink nothing but hard bread and soiled milk, and then… he’d been shot, and there was pain, and then nothing. But Sherlock. Coming to rescue him when he thought his situation was hopeless. Setting a building on fire for him, killing for him, risking his life for him. Oh, Sherlock. He’s always loved his detective, but now he loves him more than ever.

“H…how can I thank you, Sherlock?” His eyes fill with tears. Happy ones.

Sherlock squeezes John’s hand. “You can’t. Don’t bother.”

John squeezes back, weakly, and smiles. “You know that song from Snow White, the one where she’s singing about how someday her prince will come and-”

“Yes,” Sherlock interrupts, smirking. “And please don’t ask about my secret enthusiasm for Disney movies. ‘Someday My Prince Will Come,’ is it?”

“Mhmm,” John replies. “I won’t ask. But, Sherlock… my prince. Uhm. He’s… he’s come.”

Sherlock stares at John, and a tear slips down his cheek, his grin returning, bigger than ever. “And my prince is holding my hand, and I believe it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt.”

The nurse returns to the room with a blanket. “He needs some rest, and as soon as we can, we’re going to start him on physical therapy.” She hands Sherlock the blanket, and he gently covers John with it. “Are you going to stay here, Mr. Holmes?”

“Of course,” Sherlock answers, and gripping John’s hand tighter, leans down and kisses him softly on the forehead. As his lips brush John’s skin, he whispers so that only John can hear:

“I love you.”

And before John falls into a peaceful sleep, he smiles, closes his eyes, and murmurs, “I love you, too.”

★ ★ ★ ★ ★

THREE MONTHS LATER.

John adjusts his coat on the back of his chair and picks up the menu, only to put it back down when he feels Sherlock’s eyes on him.

“I know I’m a wonderful sight, but do you have to stare like that? People are going to-”

“Oh, shut up.” Sherlock leans across the table and gives him a gentle kiss, to which John doesn’t complain. “Everyone’s guessed it from the start. Does it really matter anymore?”

John snickers. “I suppose not,” he replies, and then folds his hands neatly on the table and stares back at Sherlock. They both smile and continue to look into each other’s eyes.

“Ah, my favourite couple! Glad to see you’re doing better, Johnny boy. Up and walking again! What can I get you tonight? On the house, as always… oh, and an extra dessert for you two as well!” Angelo gives Sherlock a wink, which confuses John, but Sherlock grins secretively and winks back. They order their food, and converse as they eat. This is Sherlock’s most favourite thing; to look into John’s eyes when he speaks and see the pure emotion in them, the happiness and affection that he now knows how to show. After they finish (and enjoy their free dessert, slices of five-layer chocolate fudge cake), Angelo returns to the table with a small pink candle in the shape of a heart.

“Angelo, we’re about to leave,” John says, a puzzled look on his face as he stands up. “Why are you-”

“John, sit down,” Sherlock says in a serious tone, and Angelo smirks and whizzes away into the kitchen. John, with no idea what is going on, hesitates, then sits back down.

“You do remember our first time here?” Sherlock asks, combing a hand through his hair, which he managed to straighten a little earlier tonight. “The first time you tried to subtly ask about my sexuality, and we stared at each other for a total of at least five minutes–”

“Yes, I remember,” John interrupts. “Of course I remember. And it was just about five and a half minutes total, not that I was counting. What are you getting at?” He raises a suspicious eyebrow.

“This is where it all started. This is where my feelings for you really got the better of me,” Sherlock explains, fiddling with his sleeve. “This is where I realised, I’ve never felt this way about someone I’ve just met. This man could be my friend, my flatmate, my partner, but there’s something else about him. He’s different, and he makes me feel…happy. Not alone.” He clears his throat. “This is where our first official date was, after you kissed me that one time in the apartment where I was trying to teach you to play ‘Ode to Joy’ on the violin. This is where we came after that particularly exhausting case in which you had to kill a man, and you broke down and I comforted you. This is where it began, and where it’s going to begin again. I hope.” 

John looks at him curiously. What was Sherlock talking about?

“You asked me, John, how you could thank me for saving your life. There is really only one way you can thank me.” Sherlock reaches into his pocket and produces a small blue velvet box, and stands, walking slowly over to John’s side of the table, not breaking eye contact with him for a moment. “I cannot imagine a life without you. I figured that out when I saw you get shot. I want you here, with me, always. I won’t let you come to any harm, ever again. I love you more than anything in this universe, John Hamish Watson, and it would make me the happiest sociopath to ever exist if you would promise to stay with me forever.” 

John’s eyes widen, and he gasps as Sherlock kneels before him, opening the box to reveal a breathtakingly beautiful ring made of gold, with two sapphires and a diamond set into the metal.

“Will you marry me?”

John Watson has been through a lot, and he has felt love for many people, and been in happy situations many times, despite being an army veteran and seeing the harm humans are capable of causing to their own kind. But he has never felt this extent of absolute joy and pure, blooming love that he feels now, as he sees his prince looking at him expectantly, holding their future in his hands. And so, with tears in his eyes and a genuinely devoted smile on his face, he replies, “Yes.”

And Sherlock sweeps him out of his chair and holds him tightly to his chest, making sure not to touch the wound that is almost healed but still hurts to the touch sometimes, and slips the ring onto John’s finger, and John reaches up and kisses his husband more passionately than ever before, and Angelo grins as he begins to play “How Deep Is Your Love” over the radio, and people at nearby tables clap, and somewhere over on Baker Street Mrs. Hudson feels a change, a good change, and chuckles to herself as she boils tea, and Mycroft Holmes reveals a rare smile as he remembers what his brother told him was going to happen tonight, and high up in the sky, the moon glows a little brighter, and the stars twinkle, showing their happiness for this couple who will love each other forever, no matter what happens, and who are now finally united for the rest of their lives.

How deep is your love, how deep is your love
How deep is your love?
I really mean to learn
‘Cause we’re living in a world of fools
Breaking us down when they all should let us be
We belong to you and me

“I love you, Sherlock.”

“I love you too, John.”

And, yet again, it begins.

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Yeah, so I first got the idea for this when I was listening to “Run Joey Run” by David Geddes in the car on the way to the beach, and it turned into this whole long thing, so I figured I’d post it here. I hope you like it! :) I love writing stories about Sherlock and John; it’s a lot of fun. Hopefully I’ll be able to post more writing more often. I loved how this one turned out.

(Shoutout to @currently-in-my-mind-palace ! Her blog is wonderful and she writes excellent fanfics! Give her a follow!)

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could you do an imagine where it's set in the future and Haz and his gf/wife just had a baby and reader and Tom meet the baby for the first time and Tom gets suuuuuper broody

Tom was basically pulling you down the hospital corridor, grinning like a maniac. You couldn’t help but smile also. Your best friend had finally had her baby, and you were coming to meet your little godson for the first time. You had a little ‘Welcome to the World’ basket in your free hand, swinging enthusiastically as you were tugged down the winding maze of hospital corridors.

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Instinct || Josh Pieters

Originally posted by yasmin-shah

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Word Count: 1.9k+

A/N: This is literally just a huge ball of fluff because I’m feeling very broody rn and miss my lil baby sm<3

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“Horror Fanatics.”

Warnings: N/A

Pairing: Noah Foster x Reader

Request: 

could you do a fic where it’s like the reader is Emma’s sister and reader and Noah bond over really nerdy stuff and they fall in love or something like that ??? idk that just came to mind sorry if it’s awful. love you lots 😚😚

soul mate au with Noah (mtv scream)

Words: 1058

(I combined the requests, if that’s alright. Sorry if the grammar in this is absolute crap, but I wanted to post this as soon as possible! Requests are open!)

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The hallways of George Washington High were filled with students all pushing and shoving trying to get to their next class. You looked around cluelessly, Emma, had left you to grab your schedule leaving you alone in a sea of teenagers. You itched your soulmate tattoo anxiously and shifted from one foot to the other. Your soul mate tattoo had showed up after you turned 12; you were freaking out but your sister, Emma coaxed you down and explained what it was. Another person in the world, had the exact same triangle and thick line just like yours would be your soulmate. But, you were new to Lakewood; after experiencing some difficult things with your father, your mother decided it was best for you to take a break from familiarity and go to a boarding school in California for a while.

A harsh bump knocked you out of your clueless state, making you drop your books and binder on the ground. “Crap, I’m sorry. Ah.. Once again, Noah Foster here to ruin the day.” You laughed and moved a piece of hair behind your ear, kneeling down,“No no, really it’s okay.” Butterflies were swarming around in your stomach, his eyes reached yours and you turned and blushed. Noah handed you your binder but kept a hand on your book. “Carrie?” He held it up, sticky notes lined the book in colourful papers. “No I.. Yeah… I love Stephen King.” You grabbed it back from him, your hands slightly touching sending sparks up your arm “You’re kidding?” A blush grew across your face. Great, another person thought you were a freak for annotating a horror novel and he was extremely cute. “I love his books AND his movies. I’ve seen Carrie at least 7 times. He’s pretty much my all time favorite.” Noah turned around to scrounge around in his backpack before pulling out an old copy of The Shining. His plaid shirt was propped up a little bit, you could see the small soulmate tattoo on his body. A sickening thought dropped in your body as you began to think he already had a soulmate. “Wait. Let me see that.” Noah pulled your arm out so he could take a better look, “Holy sweet mother pearl.” You both laughed, Noah smiled a crooked grin. He rolled up his sleeves more so you could compare the two tattoos, already knowing they were the same. You were soulmates. “Well, I always thought it looked a bit like a knife, y’know for serial killer buisness?” You said and bit your lip, both of you were speechless. “So, I got your schedule but I have to also run to class, do you- Oh, hey Noah. You’ve met (Y/N), my little sister.” Emma came up to you guys and cocked her head to the side to see both of your arms against each other. He looked at you and grinned, “Sister? Oh yeah! Yeah. Well you see, horror fanatics just tend to gravitate towards each other. Almost like fate put two serial killers together.” Emma watched as her little sister giggled and Noah scratched his neck letting out a nervous laugh and raised her eyebrow. “Yeah, okay.” Noah tugged on his backpack and craned his neck to look at your schedule. “Math, room 2032. I’ll walk you, maybe we can talk more about your coolness.” “Wait- (Y/N)!” Emma’s mouth left open as you left with Noah barely even noticing her, chitchatting happily.


“No way. You’ve lived in California? Ever heard of the Hitchhiker’s killer?” Noah asked, absolutely intrigued. You two had spent basically the whole day together, talking and laughing. A crush developed almost instantly after he pulled out his Stephen King book. “Did I? I was obsessed about him! Not gonna lie after reading up on him, I almost peed when a car stopped next to me when I was walking to my dorm. Turns out, all they wanted was directions.” Noah tilted his head back and laughed making you laugh. “You’re amazing.” His arm fell around your shoulders as you both continued to talk.


“I don’t know why he just doesn’t ask her out.” Brooke tipped her beer back and sat down next to Emma. “I mean, can’t you see they are just eye screwing the hell out of each other?” It’s true. The whole party you both have barely spoken to anybody but each other. He’d say something, you’d laugh; you’d say something, he’d laugh. Emma turned to face her friend, laughing “I don’t want to picture my baby sister and Noah doing it. Ever.” Audrey sat down in a huff, “That’s fricking it, if I have to watch psychopath One and Two laugh at another messed up joke, I’m gonna pass out. He keeps saying ‘She’s so pretty but I’m not sure if she likes me’ all that crap. They are obviously soul mates I mean look at them!” Both of you were huddled in the corner, Noah’s arm over your shoulder and you almost wrapped around him. Emma patted her knee and scooched over so all three girls were sitting. After such a rough experience with your father leaving and all the trauma you went through, Emma was glad to see you finally smiling and laughing. Catching her eye, you saw Emma wave you down in the midst of the party. You excused yourself and walked over  “Hey! I’ve barely spoken to you since we got here. How was your first day of school? Did you like your classes?” She asked, eager to talk to you. “Well, I.. I only came over to grab a beer for me and Noah.” Brooke snickered and hid behind her bottle when Emma shot her a look, “Don’t you want to sit down? You’ve been standing for like an hour.” Audrey asked you, beginning to get up from her seat. “No! No, really it’s alright. Noah was just telling me about his podcasts, and that’s just a story I can’t miss.” You walked back and handed Noah his beer with a content look on your face. Then once again, you resumed flirting and laughing. Emma sighed, “I mean you’d think they’d be a little more shy towards each other right? They like just met each other. Most soulmates are shy. Why aren’t they shy?” Brooke and Audrey both laughed and leaned closer to Emma. “Maybe they are in love.” Brooke made a kissy noise and winked. “Brooke, you’re so annoying!” “Maybe she’s right, its like there’s a god of serial killer fanatics up there just playing puppet.” Audrey shrugged teasingly. The three turned to look back at the pair before watching Noah dip down and give you a small kiss. Your sister’s mouth was drawn open and Brooke laughed so hard she almost fell off of the lawn couch. “I knew it!” Audrey pointed at Noah.

Welcome to the Family

George Washington x Reader ft. kiddo hamilsquad

Modern AU

Sequel to: Meeting the Family, Becoming Part of the Family, Baby Washington

Author(s): Lil Laddie

Words: 1578

Warnings: Implied smut, newborns, kid hamilsquad

Request: HOLY CRUD-OLA I’VE BEEN GONE FROM THIS FOR SO LONG! I love all of the Imagines I may or may not have binge-read at 1AM… Anyways, could you do one-I know y'all are realllly busy, but maybe sometime in the future, maybe- more sequel to the “Becoming Part of the Family” with the reader pregnant and Alex flips out like “I’M THE CENTER OF ATTENTION HERE NOT SOME BABY!” and then when the baby is born its a girl and James and Mullifan wants to dress her up like a doll? Thanks babes!😍❤💓💖❤❤❤ - anon

A/N: I am so sorry I didn’t get this out on Thursday like I promised! I freaking love writing about this whole family situation in this imagines so if you ever want anymore let me know! This is the second half of the request, in case you didn’t know. I hope that you guys like it and have an amazing day! Love you!


“They’ll be here any minute now!” John squeaked, straightening out the pillows on the couch.

You and George were heading home from the hospital with your new baby girl while at the house, the boys were frantically trying to clean it before you got there. They wanted it to look perfect for the first time their baby sister would see it.

“They’re here!” Aaron screamed as he peaked his head between the curtains covering the window.

The boys bolted down the stairs into the living room. They all sat down on the couch facing the door, waiting anxiously to see the little girl again. They had only seen her once or twice at the hospital and they, excluding Alex, couldn’t wait to see her again.

“Boys!” George called, as he opened the door. His eyes widened in shock as he stared at the boys sitting anxiously on the couch.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, not hearing the usual pounding of footsteps as you walked up to the porch.

“Nothing, just the boys are already waiting for us.” George chuckled, opening the door for you and the small baby cradled in your arms to get through. George walked in behind you holding the baby bag.

“Hi boys!” You grinned, all of them looking more at the baby then you as they returned your greeting.

“How’s she doing?” James asked, jumping in his seat in excitement.

“She’s doing good! The doctors say that she seems very healthy for a newborn.” You said, looking down at the small baby in your arms fondly.

“What did you decide to name her?” Thomas asked, a wide smile on his face.

“We decided to name her Eleanor.” George said, putting an arm around your shoulders and pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Isn’t that an old lady name?” Alex scoffed, looking at the baby with distaste.

“I think it’s adorable! I can already tell, it will suit her perfectly!” Laf shot down Alex’s comment.

“Thank you Laf.” You paused, a yawn escaping your lips.

“You’re tired. How about me and the boys watch Eleanor while you go take a shower and a nap.” George suggested, looking down at you with worry.

“I’m fine, I don’t need to take a nap.” You protested, not wanting to leave your newborn and miss the next adorable thing she would do.

“You’re exhausted, now go. She’ll be in good hands and I promise I will wake you immediately if she does anything new.” George promised, gently taking Eleanor out of your arms.

“Fine.” You sighed, turning and walking up the stairs to your room.

“Can I hold her?” Hercules asked, his hands fidgeted nervously as George stared him down.

“Of course you can, but you must be very gentle.” George said, helping Hercules put his arms in the right position before softly placing the baby in Hercules’s arms.

“Wow.” Hercules breathed out, staring at his younger sister in awe.

He had never seen anything so pure and innocent before. All he wanted to do was protect her from anything bad in the world and keep her safe. He smiled down at Eleanor as she smiled back up at him. It was a moment that Hercules would never forget.

“Hercules.” George said, breaking Hercules out of the trance he was in. “Let’s take Eleanor up to see her new room.”

Hercules grinned and nodded, slowly walking towards the stairs while holding Eleanor tightly in his arms. The other boys followed closely behind him and George as they winded up the staircase and through the hallways until they found the recently built nursery. The room used to be George’s office, but he had quickly given it up when he realized the baby would need a room to sleep in.

“Eleanor, this is your room.” James said, turning to look at her. “This is the crib you’ll sleep in. The closest has lot’s of clothes for you to wear and we already have a whole stash of toys for you!”

“You know she doesn’t understand that, right?” Alex snarked, standing near the door frame of the room.

“She may not understand it, but it doesn’t mean she doesn’t appreciate the tour any less. Any welcoming voice is something she loves to hear.” Hercules defended James, glaring slightly at Alex.

Ever since the pregnancy had been announced, no matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t get Alex to like the idea. He had told everyone that he would always hate the new addition to the family. They thought him meeting her would change it, but sadly it was no use.

“Can we dress her up?” James asked, jumping onto George’s side.

“James, she’s a baby not a doll.” George said, giving the boy a look that very clearly said no.

“I know that! But we could surprise mom when she wakes up by having Eleanor all pretty and ready for the day!” James explained, giving George his biggest puppy dog eyes.

“She would love that!” Hercules grinned, turning to George with his own puppy dog eyes.

“I guess she might enjoy that…” George sighed as James and Hercules looked at each other with excitement, most of the other boys left the room not wanting to participate.

“Being a fashion guru, I guess you will need my help.” Thomas said, strutting further into the room, Lafayette following closely after him.

“I’m his assistant. I may not know fashion as well as he does, but I do know a good outfit when I see one.” Laf said, his walk much less confident than Thomas’s.

“Okay, James start going through the closet! Laf and Thomas, make yourself comfortable. I’ll be in charge of changing her and making sure the outfits aren’t a complete disaster before I put them on her.” Hercules ordered, each of the boys moving to their part.

“Where to start?” James sighed, looking through the large amount of baby clothes.

“Start with casual day wear.” Thomas said, turning to look at George who leaned against the wall watching them with amusement. “How are you going to be helping?”

“By making sure you don’t break my baby.” George replied, not taking his eyes off of Hercules and Eleanor.

“Good idea!” Laf grinned, giving his dad a thumbs up.

“Thanks Laf.” George chuckled quietly.

“Thomas, I don’t know how to tell you this…” James trailed off, trying to figure out how to tell Thomas without him freaking out. “It seems that all Eleanor has is casual day wear.”

“What? Nothing else? That will not do!” Thomas cringed slightly at the sight of the clothing items. He was going to need to start shopping for better outfits for the baby because obviously he’d be the only person good for the job.

George pushed himself off the wall and quickly left the nursery. He knew that you would kill him if you didn’t get to see this. With that in mind, George ran into your room and kneeled by where you lay on the bed.

“Babe.” George whispered, lightly shaking you awake from your nap. “You’re going to want to see this.” George laughed, extending his hand to help you off the bed.

You followed George down the hallway where you could hear giggling. There was a hushed conversation about clothes at the end of the hallway where the nursery was. You looked at George in confusion as he continued to tug you towards the room.

When you walked in, you couldn’t believe your eyes. There stood Hercules holding Eleanor in his arms wearing a cute gray elephant onesie you had bought a couple months back with pastel pink pants. James was behind Hercules, rummaging through the closet and putting together outfits. Laf and Thomas sat on the ground in front of Hercules, giving constructive criticism for the outfit Eleanor was currently wearing.

“What’s going on boys?” You asked, slightly giggling.

“We’re going through Eleanor’s wardrobe. I think I need to go with you the next time you go shopping for clothes.” Thomas explained, still studying the outfit Eleanor was in. “She needs a couple more classy outfits. And maybe a bit more edgy.”

“She doesn’t even have a leather jacket! It’s all casual day wear!” Laf exclaimed in horror, you and George trying to hold back the bursts of laughter that was bubbling up.

“Well she’s going to be growing very fast over the next couple months, so I don’t want to blow a bunch of money on clothes that won’t laster her longer than a couple weeks or so.” You said, Thomas looking at you with wide eyes.

“But fashion, mom, fashion! It doesn’t matter how long she can wear it for! She needs to slay and break hearts!” Thomas said, the other boys nodding at his words.

“We can continue this conversation later. It’s meal time for Eleanor, but afterwards I believe this fashion show will need to continue.” You smiled at the four boys, Hercules handing Eleanor to you.

You walked back to your room sitting alone on the bed with Eleanor while George stayed in the nursery to talk to the boys.

“Welcome to the family Eleanor.” You whispered, smiling at the small girl in your arms. “We’re a crazy bunch, but don’t doubt for a minute that we don’t all love you. Even Alex loves you, he’ll just need a little longer than the others to realize that. This is where you belong, we’re your family and we’ll always be here.”

hark the bluebells

Summary: “Well I have worn Papa’s hat more times than you ever shall,” declares little Alexandre, “as he is my Papa, and so there.”

“Hush, Alexandre,” says Marie Cessette, “Louis can wear Uncle d’Artagnan’s hat if he likes. He’s the king.”

“I don’t much like being king, though,” Louis tells Alexandre seriously. “So I shall forsake hats and things and be a musketeer today instead.”

“And I shall be Saint Joan!” says Marie Cessette excitedly.

“But who shall be the king?” asks Raoul, sensible boy that he is.

“Well,” says Louis. “Obviously, you shall, Raoul.”

“Oh,” says Raoul. “Well, that’s all good then.”

WOW CAN U BELIEVE I WROTE A WHOLE FIC ABOUT BABIES this is part two of “phil ignores all historical accuracy for the sake of family fluff”. it actually fits right into the same post-series universe as “said God”, so if you’re confused about a couple details you should go check that one out. for my good friend @emilybrontay, who loves babies as much as i do!!!! also, all the different parts are titled after quotes from the original Three Musketeers. let me tell you folks, that book has some wild lines.

part the first – “be kind, aim for my heart”

“D’you think people’ll notice?”

“Hmmm?”

Notice.” Her husband’s voice is loud in the dark of their room – too loud for the middle of the night, thinks Constance sensibly. Most sane people do not start conversations in the dead of the small hours with the sort of vehement curiosity in one’s voice that leads to the discovery of a spherical Earth. “There’s a real danger of it, you know.”

Constance thinks, with a half-puff of breath that is not quite a sigh, that neither of them are particularly sane.

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