they might as well have sat next to each other

anonymous asked:

Can we get a prompt for Klance of Shiro coming back and like not realizing Keith and Lance are together. He sees them together all the time but just thinks they became really good friends until it becomes obvious they are more. Thanks!

Aaaand once again, I’m so sorry for the six months delay and I hope you’re still following me and that you see this and you like it.

This… went a little bit differently than I expected or intended it to? It’s perhaps a bit odd stylistically, but it was an interesting experiment


They reunited in the heat of battle, so there was no time to notice anything, really, except the laser blasts coming at them from all sides. It was almost ridiculous, how the reunion happened: one moment, Shiro was back to back with Matt, blasting their way through an impossibly thick mob of soldiers, then there was an explosion, and the next thing he knew Matt had doubled into two people, except one of them was wearing white armor edged in green. The second Matt was saying something, just audible over the sound of battle.

“Matthew Holt, I hope you are ready to be grounded for the rest of your life, because Mom isn’t going to let either of us step outside ever again.” Without turning to face him, the second Matt elbowed Shiro in the ribs. “And you,” she said. “If you don’t stop disappearing, poor Keith is going to have an aneurysm.” It was only when he twisted to shoot down a Galra soldier lunging at the double Matts that he caught sight of tears glistening in Pidge’s eyes, and the fierce smile on her face. When he turned back, he saw the others too: Hunk on the edges, with his back to the wall, mowing down as many as he could with his cannon. Lance had somehow scrambled up a straight ladder against the wall and was hanging there by his legs, taking the Galra out sniper-style. Keith, predictably, was in the thick of it, a red whirl of fury, his sword hacking apart enemies left and right. When he cut straight through three drones with one swing, Shiro heard Lance shout from above.

“Nice going, samurai!” he called, the proud grin audible in his voice. Almost without looking, he shot a Galra barreling for Keith straight through the head.

“Quick eye, sharpshooter!” Keith called back.

Then he lost sight of them in the fury of the battle. After it was done, none of the team had eyes or ears for anything but him and Matt, piling on him in a giant hug until Shiro thought they might never let go, tears streaming freely down their faces. So there really wasn’t anything that should have tipped him off, per se – he just assumed the team as a whole had grown tighter knit in his absence as they continued to work together.


His first real clue should have been breakfast. He and Keith had talked almost all night, Keith’s eyes drinking Shiro in as if he were afraid he might disappear again if he so much as blinked. Ultimately, the exhaustion of the battle had overpowered Keith and he slipped into sleep on the couch. Shiro covered him with a blanket and camped out on the couch opposite. His room hadn’t been touched, was sitting waiting for him, but he had long since grown used to sleeping wherever there was space, first in the gladiator prisons, and then again amongst the rebels with Matt. He knew Keith would appreciate the reassurance of being able to see him first thing when he woke up.

He still slept lightly, and slept short nights, but Keith was gone when he woke up anyway. He made his way to the kitchen, the castle halls still nostalgically familiar even after months away. Keith was sitting at the table stirring something that smelled so much like coffee Shiro had his worst rush of homesickness since boarding the flight to Kerberos. Keith’s eyes were half lidded and he still looked half asleep. Lance was bustling around the kitchen, frying something pink and brown and sweet-smelling. He had an awful case of bedhead and was wearing the blue lion slippers and bathrobe he’d dug up somehow – Shiro still had no idea where he’d found them. He was yawning frequently, but he greeted Shiro with an enthusiastic smile and announced breakfast would be served momentarily.

He attributed Lance and Keith’s amiability to more time spent as friends and, perhaps egocentrically, to his own return – neither of them would want to have a row and spoil their reunion with Shiro. It somehow didn’t occur to him to wonder why Keith would be sitting in the kitchen alone with Lance before Shiro was even awake, or why I-need-my-beauty-sleep Lance was up so early at all. It certainly didn’t occur to him that it might have something to do with the fact that Keith had never gone to bed the night before.

They both sat across from him, and next to each other. Looking back on it, they were probably holding hands under the table. Shiro’s only excuse was exhaustion and, well, the two had still been goading each other at every other opportunity when he left, if not at every single moment anymore. They were getting better, but it was a big leap from that to what had grown between them.


The training, he had no real excuse for. He walked in on them practicing hand-to-hand and stood quietly in the corner, pleased and honestly astonished at how well they were working together. Keith was demonstrating to Lance how to get out of a chokehold and Lance was nodding and following instructions just as if it were Shiro. No, he corrected himself, better than he ever did when Shiro was leading the team. There was an air of calm confidence around Lance now. Oh, he still flirted mercilessly and threw barbs at Keith – which Keith took with a smile that dared him on and returned barbs of his own – and he was still easily the loudest and most enthusiastic of any of them. But he wasn’t wildly bombastic anymore. His energy didn’t splay out in uncontrolled and misdirected bursts. He’d found some kind of center, some kind of anchor that Shiro couldn’t put his finger on. Keith had grown calmer as well. Even as Lance repeatedly failed to understand the particular way Keith wanted him to shift his weight, Shiro could watch him putting his frustration aside, searching for new ways to explain or demonstrate it.

Lance shifted his weight too much, overbalanced, and sent them both tumbling to the floor, Keith landing on top of him. They both lay there groaning for a second until it turned into bubbling laughter. Shiro saw Lance whisper something in Keith’s ear, and suddenly Keith bounded to his feet, whirling.

“Shiro!” he yelped, and then cleared his throat. “Hey, Shiro, didn’t see you there.” Lance guffawed from the floor, folding his arms behind his head.

“Hey Shiro,” he called. There was an odd suggestiveness to the tone. Shiro frowned.

“I just came in to see how training was going and make sure you two weren’t actually trying to kill each other,” he said. Keith went beet red as Lance burst into another round of sniggering chuckles.

“Nope, we’re all still friends here,” he called, winking. Shiro didn’t know what to think about the wink, but he shrugged it off and went on with his day anyway.


In the end, it took being bludgeoned over the head with it for him to notice. He wandered into the hall late at night, headed to the kitchen for a glass of water, and caught Keith reaching to open the door to Lance’s room.

“Keith?” he asked. “Isn’t that Lance’s room?” Keith froze like a deer in headlights. Shiro almost heard his neck creaking when he turned his head to look at him. His eyes were wide and wild with an odd sort of terror, but he was saved the necessity of answering by the door flying open to reveal Lance in his PJs.

“It is indeed,” Lance said, a wicked grin on his face. “You ready for bed, babe?” Keith mouthed soundlessly at him. Even then, Shiro thought Lance was just joking.

“What are you two actually up to?” he asked, rolling his eyes. If Lance and Keith were scheming something together, he wasn’t sure the castle would survive it. Only a truly outrageous cause could unite them. Lance and Keith glanced at each other, and Lance burst out laughing. Keith was red to his ears.

“Keith, please, we’ve got to tell him,” Lance said, struggling for breath through tears of mirth. “I’m going to choke to death laughing if he gets any more oblivious.” Keith nodded stiffly.

“Okay, yes, fine, tell him,” he muttered. Shiro frowned, glancing between them.

“Tell me what?” he asked. Lance pursed his lips, and then grabbed Keith around the waist and kissed him on the mouth.

Shiro flinched back, waiting for Keith to punch Lance so hard he would break his nose, but instead Keith melted into the kiss. With one embarrassed side-eye flicker at Shiro and a little shrug that seemed to say “What can I tell you?” his eyes slid closed. He cupped Lance’s jaw and pulled him closer, pressing his lips to the corner of Lance’s mouth. When they broke apart, Shiro’s jaw was on the floor. Lance, also flushed now, shrugged.

“Tell you that,” he said, a note of laughing embarrassment in his voice. “We were going to let you figure it out for yourself, but God, Shiro, you are majorly oblivious.”

There was no answer to that, Shiro realized, except to agree.

[Please do not send me prompts at the moment, I am working through old ones]


request: “hey! could you please do a james potter x reader where they’re at hogwarts together and james is in love with the reader but doesn’t tell anyone and then sirius starts kissing the reader at a party or somethjng and him and james have an argument and james tells his true feelings?” by anon

a/n: tried to come up with my own ideas but then i realized that they are shit so i am accepting requests again lmao (also, might to a part two but no promises hehe)


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Our Boys (Washington x Reader x Smol!HamilSquad)

287: “This is… this is somewhere I never imagined I’d be.”
271: “Tell me a secret.”

Words: 6,301

A/N: (Okay, so basically how I write my Imagines is I have a randomizer that randomizes a list of names, and whoever’s name comes out at the top of the list is who I write the Imagine for. For prompts, I use a number randomizer to give me numbers that I pick out of the 390 Imagine prompts.

In this case, I picked GWash and the two prompts… And just gosh darn I really wanted to write something that included the smol!Hamilsquad. Keep in mind, I played around with the ages a bit. Smol Ham is 11, smol Laurens is 12, smol Laf is 11, and Smol Herc is 15.)

“George? Are you alright?”

(Name)’s husband let out a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck with uncertainty. “Yeah… I just… This is… this is somewhere I never imagined I’d be.”

The woman gave her husband a comforting smile, rubbing his arm as they approached the law office. “Don’t worry. We’ve prepared for this, we’re ready.”

“But what if they don’t like me? What if they don’t acclimate?” George fretted, furrowing his brows as he looked down at his wife.

(Name) let out a huff of laughter, quickly pressing a kiss to her husband’s lips to keep him from rambling. “George. Whoever we meet, whatever kids we take care of, they’re going to love you.”

The veteran gave his wife a small smile, feeling slightly convinced as they entered the office. They were greeted and directed to a young woman’s office, who smiled at the couple as they sat down in front of her desk.

“Mr. and Mrs. Washington, it’s wonderful to finally put faces to the names. I’m Nicole Wilson.” The young woman spoke, shaking the husband’s and the wife’s hands as she sat down in her chair and shuffled around with a couple files. “You’ve been recommended highly by several of my associates, and I think I can finally give you two an assignment.”

“That’s wonderful news.” (Name) answered with a smile, holding George’s hand as they sat next to each other.

“But, may I ask why you two decided to become foster parents?” Nicole inquired. “I understand it might be personal, but these are things I just need to know.”

(Name) glanced at George, and he gave her a nod to go ahead. “Well… I was never able to have children of my own, and George here is retired from the military.”

“I was a general overseas, but was given the opportunity to retire… I wanted to spend more time with my wife, and we wanted to help children who didn’t have a family.” George finished, giving his wife’s hand a squeeze.

Nicole smiled at the couple, nodding her head. “How very noble. Mrs. Washington, what do you do for a living?”

“I work as the local private school as a French teacher, and I’m head of the language department. George works as one of the coaches at the same school, he’s also the head of disciplinary.” (Name) explained.

“I see, so you two are around older kids?”

“We have neighbors, one has three daughters, and another has a son. We used to look after them when they were younger.” George replied. “We’re not strangers to either.”

Nicole gave a nod in understanding. “Well then, let’s see who you two are getting.” She pulled four files from her desk and walked around to hand them to the couple. “Now, I want to warn of both that this might be a troubling case. But, there is a group of four boys who refuse to be separated.”

“Four?” (Name) asked as her eyebrows rose in surprise.

“Are they brothers?” George questioned as he opened the first of the four files.

“Not biologically, but they might as well be.” Nicole sighed. “Their names are Alexander, John, Hercules, and Gilbert. Alexander’s biological father left him when he was a baby, and his mother died several years ago after they came to New York from the Caribbean. John lost his mother at a young age as well, and his father wanted little to nothing to do with him, so he gave him up. Hercules got separated from his family a couple years ago, and they haven’t been found. And Gilbert came from France with his mother, but she couldn’t support him by herself so she had to give him up and was later deported back to France.”

(Name) looked over the files of the children with her husband. She immediately felt her heart ache for the four boys. She looked up at Nicole. “Why are they grouped together?”

“Well, at one point they were all in the same foster home with one another about three years ago. They just grew close and they’ve been together ever since. No one has been able to break them apart.” Nicole answered. “Do you think you can handle these boys? They’ve been through some heavy stuff.”

George looked from the pictures provided with each file to his wife. “Well, (Name)? What do you think?”

(Name) looked at her husband, then to the four pictures. Alexander’s picture was of a boy with black hair that was slicked away from his face, his brown eyes dull. John’s was of a boy with tanned skin and freckles scattering his face and his tightly curled hair pulled away from his face into a tiny bun, his eyes were distant as they stared at camera. Gilbert’s picture was of a boy with slightly darker skin, his mess of hair pulled back in a ponytail, his dark eyes averting slightly from the picture. Hercules’ picture was of a slightly older boy, a knit beanie on his head and a frown etched into his dark face.

“I think we’re going to need to get a couple bunk beds instead of that one twin sized.”


(Name) looked up from the book she was reading on her front porch to see one of her neighbors waving to her. She smiled and put the book down, walking over to the picket fence where her neighbor stood. “Good morning, Philip. How are you this morning?”

The father laughed. “I’m well. The girls are off shopping with their mother, so I have the house to myself for a bit.” He spoke, looking over his shoulder at his own home. “I hear today is the big day, right?”

(Name) nodded. “Child Services are bringing the boys later, George is out shopping for something to make for dinner to welcome them.”

“Good… I know how much you and George want this. Plus, I’m pretty sure the girls will enjoy some new kids to hang around besides baby Burr.” Philip chuckled.

The young woman smiled, looking over her shoulder at the Burr residence. “Aaron is a sweet kid, and you know as well as I do his parents are good people.”

Philip nodded in agreement. “Very true. Don’t be afraid to ask for help if you need it, now. We’ll be more than happy to help out.”

“Thank you, Philip. That means a lot to us.” (Name) said with a smile. She turned her head to see a dark van begin to drive up the street, recognizing her husband’s vehicle. “George is home. I better help him.”

“Of course, you two enjoy the rest of your day.” Philip spoke as he turned away from (Name) and made his way back to his own house.

The wife watched as her husband drove in, giving him a kiss as he stepped out of the van and went to open the back of the van. “What all did you get?”

“What didn’t I get? I couldn’t decide between pizza, burgers, or spaghetti, so I got the makings for all of them.” George laughed quietly as he picked up several of the canvas bags, walking across the front yard to the house.

(Name) laughed at her husband, walking with him to the kitchen with bags in her own hands. She pressed a kiss to his cheek as she set the bags down. “I’m sure they like whatever we make. Plus, you’ll get to show off your grilling skills if they decide on hamburgers.” She said with a grin as she pulled away to put away the groceries.

The husband and wife went into their regular routine, putting away the food in its respective places. (Name) had bought more dishes and silverware to accommodate the new additions to the house. George had spent a couple days assembling the two bunk beds in the boy’s bedroom, fitting them with sheets, and assuring that there would be enough storage room for the four boys by the time they arrived. By mid afternoon, the couple sat on the couch watching the local news, (Name)’s head on her husband’s chest with his arm around her shoulders to keep her close.

“And you’re sure about this?” George murmured as he pressed a kiss to his wife’s head. “These boys, you really want to take care of them?”

(Name) nodded. “They need someone to, George. These boys need to know that they have someone looking after them.”

“I’ve heard that Hercules was known to be a rebellious teen. He might be troublesome.” George spoke. “Nicole did say he fought a lot with his past foster fathers.”

“Nothing you can’t handle, General.” (Name) spoke, taking her husband’s hand and bringing it to her lips.

“And what about Gilbert? What if I can hardly talk to him?” Asked George.

“George. You do remember I am fluent, right? There won’t be a communication problem between any of us.” (Name) chuckled, looking up at her husband as she placed her free hand on his knee. “We’re going to be just fine.”

The long awaited knock just sounded at the front door of the house. (Name) gave George a small smile and squeezed his hand before standing. He followed his wife in suit as they made their way to the door.

Upon opening the door, the couple was faced with Nicole, and behind her stood the four boys. Alexander stood close to John, fidgeting slightly as he kept his eyes fixed on the ground. Gilbert looked up at (Name) and George, silently sizing the two up. Hercules stood on the bottom step, holding three suitcases and a duffle bag on his shoulder.

“Mr. and Mrs. Washington, it’s good to see you again.” Nicole beamed as she stepped aside for the boys. “I would like you both to meet Alexander, John, Hercules, and Gilbert.”

“Um… Lafayette, Mademoiselle.” The young child corrected in his native tongue, anxiously rocking on his heels.

(Name) smiled lightly, bending down and meeting Layafette’s gaze. “Bonjour, Lafayette.” She greeted, inwardly chuckling at the surprise on the boy’s face.

“Why don’t we get you boy’s inside? We can get you settled.” George suggested as he opened the door wider so at the boys could walk in.

They lingered back, however. That was until Hercules walked up the steps, silently passing the husband and wife. John gently nudged Alexander, and the two followed Hercules. Lafayette followed close behind them.

Nicole gave George and (Name) a look of worry. “Are you two going to be okay? You only have to call if something comes up.”

“We’ll be fine, Nicole. Thank you.” (Name) answered, smiling at the young woman.

“We’ve got this covered.” George agreed, despite the uncertainty in his gaze.

Nicole gave the couple a nod, her smile still present as she turned and walked back to her car.

(Name) let her husband close the door as she turned back to the boys, smiling as they looked around at the sizable house. She walked over to them, drawing their attention. “How about I show you boys to your room?”

“Yes… Please.” Alexander mumbled, glancing up at the woman for a split second before looking back at the wood floor.

She smiled and nodded, beginning to walk down the hall as she led the boys through their new home.

She turned on the light, stepping aside so that the four boys could walk in. “There’s bunk beds for you four, so you can choose which beds you would like.”

“Dibs on a top!” John exclaimed to the three boys as he ran over to the bunk bed that was on the left side of the room. The excitement from the boy made (Name) smile.

“I’m bunking with John!” Alexander piped up, going over to the bottom bunk and sitting down on the comforter.

Hercules looked down at Lafayette. “What do you say, Laf? Top or bottom?”


(Name) watched as Hercules walked around the room, placing the suitcases down by the two dressers. He walked back to his bunk, dropping his duffle on his bed. “Well… What do you boys feel like having for dinner? We have the makings for pizza, burgers, and spaghetti.”

The boys were silent, hesitant to answer before John piped up. “What do you recommend?” He asked.

“Me?” (Name) inquired, slightly surprised. “Well, my husband is an excellent cook on the grill, meanwhile I’m better in the kitchen. Spaghetti is actually a specialty of mine, if I do say so myself.”

John looking over at the other three boys. “I’m fine with that…”

“Me too.” Alexander agreed.

“And me.” Lafayette spoke.

(Name) looked over at Hercules. “Is that okay with you, Hercules?”

Her only response as a gruff “Yes.”

The woman nodded. “Alright, well I’ll go get started, and you boys can go ahead and get settled.” She spoke as she turned out of the room, leaving the four boys to themselves.

“What do you guys think of them?” Alexander asked as he opened his suitcase.

“She seems nice. The husband looks… Kinda scary. I guess.” John answered as he climbed up onto his bed, flopping down on his back.

“I like the madame, she can speak French!” Lafayette grinned as he sat next to Hercules.

“She said two words, Laf.” Hercules chuckled. “That doesn’t mean she can speak it.”

Lafayette pouted slightly. “Still. I like her.”

“What about you, Herc? What do you think?” John asked, looking over at the oldest of the four boys.

“I dunno… I try not to let first impressions dictate.” Hercules replied as he adjusted the knit beanie on his head. “We’ll just have to see how long this lasts… But no matter how long, we’re sticking together, okay?” He said with a grin, moving a hand and ruffling Lafayette’s hair, despite the boy’s protest.

(Name) hummed as she put the water on to boil. Smiling when she felt her husband’s arm moving to hold her by the waist.

“How are the boys?” He asked, kissing his wife’s temple.

“Lafayette seemed taken with the fact that I can speak French.” (Name) chuckled, lingering in her husband’s hold before moving to get a skillet for browning the beef. “John is actually a bit excitable. Hercules and Alexander do seem to be rather quiet.”

George nodded in response. “I see… But, so far so good?”

The wife nodded at her husband. “Yes. George… I know this isn’t like starting from the beginning, but we’re going to make this work, okay?”

The old general joined his wife, gently taking her hand into his and cupping her cheek. “(Name). I know… I’m sorry. I do want this to work, I’m just worried that something will happen. I know nothing will, but-”

(Name) pressed a kiss to her husband’s lips to silence his rambling. “I know, I know. We’re in this together, love. We’ll get through this.”

George met his wife’s gaze, smiling at her as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I know.”

The two moved apart to prepare for dinner. George got ready to set the table while (Name) worked on browning the beef. Just as George pulled out the plates, he looked up to see the boys coming back down the hall.

“All settled?” George asked the boys.

Alexander gave a slight nod. “Yes sir.”

George nodded, smiling slightly at the boys. “Would any of you like to help set the table?”

None of them answered, but Hercules stepped up and began to move the plates around the table. George took that as an answer as he went to get silverware. The other three simply looked around the dining room of the house.

(Name) looked out of the corner of her eye as she cooked to see Alexander and John wander over to one of the bookshelves that stood in the wall of the walkway between the dining room and the living room.

“You served?” John suddenly asked, turning to look at George who had looked up from getting cups from the cabinet. (Name) looked over to see that he had spotted George’s old army picture.

“Yes,” George replied with a quiet chuckle. “I served as a general.”

Alexander looked at the veteran in wonder. “That’s so cool… What do you do now?”

“Well, I’m a coach for a school a little ways away from here. We both work at the same school.” George explained, looking over at his wife.

John turned his head to (Name). “You’re a teacher? What kind?”

“I teach French,” She heard Lafayette gasp, which made her chuckle. “I’m the head of the language department as well.”

“I told you so!” Lafayette said to Hercules, causing the other two boys to laugh.

(Name) looked over at her husband, smiling slightly at him as the boys talked amongst themselves. George stepped over to his wife, getting napkins out of the drawer beside her.

“See? They think you’re cool.” She murmured quietly to him.

“Two out of four. Lafayette seems taken with you, however.” George replied.

The wife chuckled at her husband, glancing over to see Hercules join Alexander and John by the shelf. “Three down… One to go.”

Dinner went well. The boys seemed to enjoy the food, Hercules did too, despite his quietly picking at it. Throughout the course of dinner, the other three couldn’t seem to ask enough questions.

“So… Where are we going to go to school?” Alexander asked as he sipped his milk.

“The school that we work at is a middle, and high school. You, John, and Lafayette would be put into the middle school, and Hercules would be put into the high school.” (Name) explained.

“Would we see each other?” John inquired, wiping tomato sauce off of his chin.

“Well, Alexander and Lafayette will probably be put into the same class, and we can arrange that to happen if you two would like that.” George explained, looking over to the youngest of the four boys.

“… I would like that.” Alexander piped.

Oui.” Lafayette agreed.

“What about me and Herc?” John asked.

“Alexander and Lafayette are both in sixth grade, John, you’ll be put into the seventh, and Hercules will be put into the ninth grade.” (Name) answered. “But, both George and I teach both the middle and high schools. So we would be available to you boys during the day.”

A silence settled over the boys, none of them said a word of protest, or a word at all. (Name) looked over at her husband, noticing that he was looking over at her from across the table as well.

“For the record, our neighbors have kids that go to our school as well.” (Name) mentioned. “Mr. Schuyler has three daughters, and the Burr’s have a son.”

The boys didn’t respond, and the remainder of dinner was spent in silence.

George collected the dishes, and was pleasantly surprised when Lafayette asked if he could help at all. He brought Lafayette over to the sink and dishwasher, teaching him how the dishes were done around the house. (Name) watched as Hercules and John went to their room, letting out a quiet sigh as they left.

Wait… Where did Alexander wander off to?

“George, I’ll be right back.” (Name) told her husband as she began to search the home.

She was surprised to find the boy in her office, studying the many books that lined the shelves. (Name) walked over to join him as he looked over her classic literature section of the numerous books.

“A fan of reading, Alexander?” She asked, causing the boy to jump in surprise.

“Yeah… I don’t think I’ve seen this many books in one house before, though.” Alexander murmured, a hand moving to brush against the spines.

(Name) chuckled. “What can I say? I’ve always liked the classics. Plus, reading is just one of my favorite pastimes.”

“And writing is one of mine.” Alexander spoke, almost bashfully. “I was given a ribbon for best fourth grade essay a couple years ago.”

“Very impressive.” (Name) said with a smile. “I’m pretty friendly with the english department in the middle school, I’m sure they’d love to see how you write. You’d probably be doing a lot of it.”

The woman laughed quietly as she noticed Alexander’s face light up from the information. “You know, Alexander. You’re welcome to read any of my books, any time you’d like.”

“Really?” Alexander asked. “That’s okay?”

“Mmhm. George and I want you boys to be comfortable while you’re staying here. We’re more than happy to share what we have with you while you’re here.” (Name) spoke, putting a hand on Alexander’s shoulder. “Plus. It’ll be nice to have someone who enjoys reading as much as I do in the house.”

Alexander gave the woman a small smile, looking up at the shelf and taking several books into his arms. “Thank you, Mrs. Washington.” He said gratefully before he walked out of the office and to his room.

(Name) chuckled softly as she went back to the kitchen just in time to see George finish teaching Lafayette how to load the dishwasher.

“And that’s that.” George finished, wiping his hands on his pants. “Thank you for the help, Lafayette. It was very nice of you to offer.”

“I’m glad to help, Monsieur Washington.” Lafayette answered, giving George a smile as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m sort of used to it, I guess.”

“Well, any help is welcome.” (Name) spoke as she went to join her husband. “Let us know if there is anything we can do for you, okay?”

Oui. Merci, Madame Washington.” Lafayette said, giving the couple a small smile before turning to head to his room.

George let out a quiet chuckle as he turned to his wife, hugging her waist. “Did you find Alexander?” He asked (Name) as he kissed her forehead.

“Found him in the office, turns out he likes to read and write.” (Name) murmured, a grin tugging her lips upwards.

George laughed, meeting (Name)’s bright (e/c) eyes with his own. “That ought to make you happy, having another bookworm in the house.”

“Hey!” She laughed, lightly hitting her husband’s arm. “But… I think things are going well so far. They start school next week, if we just spend the rest of the weekend getting them comfortable, we might really have something here.”

The husband smiled at his wife, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his wife’s lips. Upon pulling away, he began to speak softly to her. “I’m glad we’re doing this. And I’m glad that we’re making it work.”

“Alex, bro, you made out like a freaking bandit!” John exclaimed as he looked at the pile of books Alexander had picked out from their new foster mother’s office.

“I know!” Alexander agreed with a grin. “Mrs. Washington was really nice about letting me borrow her books, said I could borrow however many I wanted!”

Lafayette laughed as he climbed up onto his bed. “They both seem really nice, Monsieur Washington is actually really easy to talk to.”

“And damn can the Missus cook.” John hummed, going to one of the dresser drawers to pull out some pajamas. “Still on the fence, Herc?” He asked, looking over to the oldest of the four boys who was stretched out on his bed.

Hercules nodded. “Yup.”

“Hercules, mon frère, I think we might have a place here… The Washingtons seem really nice, and they seem to want us.” Lafayette spoke, looking over the edge of his bunk. “Give them a chance.”

“I’m giving them more than a day, Laf.” Said Hercules, looking up at Lafayette. “You guys remember that one house from like a year ago? The one we couldn’t even last a day in? I’ve learned well enough not to judge everyone by first impressions.”

The other boys glanced at one another before Alexander went to stand next to Hercules. “Just… Give them a chance, okay?”

The oldest for the four gave Alexander a grin, reaching over and ruffling the younger boy’s hair. “Don’t you worry, Alex. I’ll adjust.”

“Alright, guys. Time to go.” (Name) spoke as she grabbed the keys to the van. She watched as the men of the house quickly scrambled to get their stuff packed and their breakfast down.

Three weeks into the new routine with four growing boys in the house, and everything was running rather smoothly. The boys had grown comfortable in the home, even the reserved Hercules.

Alexander had already read almost half of (Name)’s personal library, Lafayette helped make most of the meals, and John and Hercules helped around the house. The boys had all gotten the school supplies they need from a shopping trip to the mall, and their foster parents even treated them all to a dinner out and a movie.

(Name) and George discovered John had a talent for sketching, and turtles for whatever reason. Hercules could actually be very passionate about something once he set his mind to it. The teen actually had an eye for fashion of all things. Alexander loved writing, as he had told (Name), but the husband and wife were both surprised at the amount of how much he could write and how beautifully he wrote. (Name) was pleasantly surprised when she realized that Lafayette knew his way around the kitchen, and gladly took the opportunity to include more French cuisine in the family’s diet.

So far, life was in a comfortable and steady pace.

The boys grabbed their backpacks and made their way out to the van, George joined (Name) by the door, pressing a kiss to her head like usual.

“I’m simply amazed at how easy this is now.” George spoke, watched as the boys debated about who got the furthest back seats or the middle seats.

“I told you this would work.” (Name) chuckled as she walked out with her husband, locking the door behind them. “Let’s get to work.” She told her husband before leading him to the family van, throwing him the keys. “Your turn.”

George rolled his eyes and went to the driver’s side door. “Alright guys, all in.” He told the boys. Soon enough, Hercules and Alexander were in the back row, while John and Lafayette were in the middle row. George and (Name) both took their seats and the drive to school began.

“So, you boys ready for school today?” (Name) asked, looking in the rear view mirror to look back at the boys.

Oui, but I am not looking forward to my math class.” Lafayette grumbled, letting out a yawn.

“Oh yeah, you have a quiz today, right?” George questioned as he turned out of the neighborhood.

“Yup.” Alexander affirmed as he looked up from the book he was reading.

(Name) chuckled, looking over at her husband. “Aren’t the seventh grade boys going through physical exams today?”

“If by ‘physical exams’ you mean me testing what the kids can do athletic wise, then yes.” George replied.

“I hope you’re up for the challenge, John.” (Name) said, looking over her shoulder at the freckled boy.

John grinned, crossing his arms over his chest. “Please. I’m gonna blow all those guys away.”

“We’ll see about that.” George chuckled. “Let’s just see if you can’t not embarrass yourself in front of the sixth grade, since they do have a P.E. class during yours.”

“Hey, that just gives us a chance to cheer John on.” Alexander said, leaning forward and nudging John’s shoulder from the seat behind him.

Hercules let out a yawn. “Just don’t embarrass yourselves too much out there, I have a rep in the high school I’m trying to uphold. I don’t need you dorks ruining that.”

“The heck kind of rep you got?!” John exclaimed. “You were complaining about how you couldn’t pick up a junior!”

(Name) couldn’t help but laugh as the boys talked, looking over at her husband as he continued to drive. Reaching a hand over, she gently rubbed his arm.

“Mrs. Washington! Your phone’s ringing!”

(Name) turned around from the whiteboard to see Eliza raising her hand, her head looking towards the phone that sat on (Name)’s desk.

Merci, Eliza.” (Name) spoke quickly as she went to answer the phone. “Mrs. Washington.” She said into the receiver.

“(Name), when the class period ends, I need you to meet me in my office.” She heard George speak.

The woman’s eyebrows furrowed. “Okay… What happened?”

“A bit of a scuffle during the physical exams. We need to have a talk with our middle schoolers.”

(Name) walked briskly out of her classroom when the bell rang, ending the period. She moved past students as they flooded the halls, making her way out of the building and heading to the gym. Stepping into the spacious building, she turned into a hallway and turned again into her husband’s office. George sat at his desk as he spoke to their three middle school foster sons.

“Are you boys alright?” (Name) asked, walking over to George’s desk and watching as all the boys looked in her direction.

“It wasn’t our fault!”

“Lee started it!”

Nous étions seulement cousin défendre!

“Boys!” George spoke sternly, effectively silencing the three. He let out a sigh, turning to his wife. “As I said on the phone… There was a scuffle during the exams.”

(Name) turned to the three boys, all three were averting her gaze. “What happened?”

John reluctantly looked up. “Lee… Charles Lee was being a jerk. So I shut him up.”

“By doing what?” (Name) questioned.

He fidgeted in his seat. “I… Might have pushed him into a basket ball rack.”

“And gave him a bloody nose.” George added.

“He deserved it!” John protested, standing up.

“Yeah!” Alexander agreed. “He was slandering you both!”

(Name)’s eyebrows raised in surprise, looking at her husband who looked just as surprised. “What did he say?”

Lafayette looked up at (Name). “He… He said that Monsieur Washington wasn’t fit to be a coach and that he should just go back to the battlefield where he came from… And that you should just quit teaching and…” He stopped, as if he was too disgusted to go on.

“Lafayette.” (Name) went over to the boy and kneeled to meet his gaze. “What did he say?”

“He said you were a horrible teacher… And said that if you wanted a job so bad that you could have just slept with the principle instead of marrying a coach… ” He mumbled, disgusted with the fact that he even had to repeat it.

(Name) felt her face heat up in embarrassment and anger. Looking back at her husband, she could tell that he was trying to control his own anger. She let out a sigh, crossing her arms over her chest. “Okay… That teacher thing I can understand considering he thinks that I purposely gave him an F on a test.”

She looked over at her husband who was standing from his seat and walking over to join his wife. “Boys… You know you didn’t have to do such a thing. We’re teachers, and we can fight our own battles.” George spoke as he leaned against his desk.

“We know… But you two have been so nice to us.” Alexander spoke.

“You didn’t deserve what he was saying. Either of you.” John agreed, looking up at the husband and wife.

“We wanted to try and give back.” Lafayette added, wringing his hands.

(Name) felt a small smile pull at her lips. She looked over at George, her husband just shook his head with a small sigh.

“You guys are good kids, you know?” He spoke, smiling at the three boys.

(Name) stepped forward and brought the three boys into a hug. She felt the three stiffen, but soon relax after a moment or two.

“Next time someone tries talking about me and George that way, please don’t resort to violence.”

“Yes ma’am.”



A week had gone by since the incident with Charles Lee, kid got himself suspended for two weeks and a month’s worth of detention when he came back. The three boys didn’t get away scott-free, but they learned their lessons. Hercules wasn’t happy that he was the last one to find out about the whole thing, but he got over it pretty quickly after knowing that his three brothers were okay.

(Name) yawned, waking up from resting on her husband’s shoulder after a new family tradition: Family Movie Night. Every Saturday after dinner, the family would settle down and watch a movie that someone had picked. It being John’s turn, he decided on Avatar. At some point, George fell asleep, and (Name) followed in suit.

What surprised (Name) when she looked around, was that the living room was empty aside from her and George, who was quietly snoring next to her. She carefully stood as to not disturb George and walked down the dark hall. Upon peeking into the boy’s room, she smiled at what she saw.

Hercules was setting Alexander down in his bed, brushing his dark hair out of his face before tucking him in. He peeked up at John, who was snoring away in his bunk. Just as he turned to go back to his own bed, he met (Name)’s gaze.

“C’ome on, I think we should have a little chat.” She said quietly, motioning with her head for Hercules to follow her.

Hercules looked at his sleeping brothers before giving (Name) a nod, he was told and followed the woman through the home and to the front porch.

“Do you always do that when George and I fall asleep? Carry the boys to their beds?” (Name) asked, closing the door behind her and Hercules.

“I guess.” He answered with a shrug, leaning against the railing and looking out at the dark neighborhood. “I used to send them to bed in other foster homes… I guess I’m just used to helping them get there.”

(Name) nodded in understanding. “I understand… You’re a very responsible young man, Hercules.”

He huffed a laugh. “I got those knuckleheads in loco parentis… I want to be someone they can depend on.”

“And what about you?” (Name) asked.

Hercules frowned. “I depend on myself and my brothers…” He mumbled. He glanced at (Name) for a moment, but turned his head away.

The woman watched the teenager, a sigh leaving her lips. She looked up at the night sky. “Tell me a secret.”

“Huh?” Hercules quirked a brow at the woman.

“You tell me a secret, and I tell you one.” She explained, flashing the boy a smile.

The teen still looked uneasy, but he gave in with a huff. “I can’t forgive horrible parents… Parents who abandon their kids.” He began. “I can’t forgive Alex’s dad for walking out on him and his mom. I can’t forgive John’s dad for giving him up, I can’t forgive Laf’s mom for leaving him, and I can’t forgive my parents…”

“But without all of your parents… You all wouldn’t be brothers.” (Name) reasoned gently.

“That doesn’t matter!” Hercules protested, glaring at the ground. “We made it through Hell to get somewhere good… We made it through Hell to get here.” He murmured, glancing up at (Name) before averting his gaze. “Your turn.”

The woman chuckled softly, nodding. “George and I were never able to have kids of our own.” She began, giving Hercules a sad smile when he looked over at her.


She nodded. “I wasn’t able to carry a baby… George and I came to the conclusion that we either adopt or we become foster parents.”

Hercules stared at (Name) for a good few minutes before speaking again. “Why foster parents?”

“George knew what it was like to lose family members at a young age… He and I agreed that we don’t want any kid to feel like that unless we had a say in it… We wanted to help.”

The teen stared quietly at (Name), the woman met his gaze and smiled at him. She places a hand on his shoulder, snapping him out of his trance.

“I’m glad that we were able to give you boys a place you can call home.” (Name) said to the teenager.

“Yeah… We are too.” Hercules agreed. “First night, the kids were completely taken with you two.” He laughed.

“Were not!”

The two turned to the front door, which was now cracked open. Several hushed yells were heard behind the door, as well as frantic hushing.

“You knuckleheads are supposed to be in bed.” Hercules spoke as he opened the door, revealing his three brothers, as well as George who stood over them.

“Yes, but the ‘knuckleheads’ were wondering where their brother and foster mother went… Or where their ‘Mom’, ‘Ma’, and ‘Maman’ was.”

(Name)’s eyebrows rose in surprise, looking down at the three boys who were shuffling nervously. “Well, I’m glad that my sons were concerned about me and their brother.”

“We were.” Alexander agreed. “I mean… We knew where Dad was.”

“Yeah, you could hear him snore from our room.” John agreed, flinching when he heard George cleared his throat. 

“But papa got worried too when he didn’t know where you two were.” Lafayette piped up, looking up at (Name) and Hercules.

(Name) smiled at her husband, giving him a nod before patting Hercules’ back. “Come on boys, let’s get you all into bed. It’s getting late.”

It took a few minutes or wrangling and corralling, but the couple managed to get the boys into their bedroom and into their beds with the help of Hercules. (Name) stood at the door with George, smiling at the boys as they settled down.

“Good night, boys.” George spoke. “Sleep well.”

“We’ll see you in the morning.” (Name) promised.

“Good night.”


Bonne nuit.

“Night… Mom. Dad.”

(Name) smiled at her husband, taking him by the hand and leading him to their bedroom. As George closed the door, (Name) wrapped her arms around his broad chest and kissed him fondly. “I love our boys.” She hummed.

George pulled away, smiling at his wife in agreement. “I love them too.”

Good Guy

Requeset: Yes, @chandlerhuggs

Could you do a fluff about how like… maybe your dating Ron or something and you’re really not happy with the relationship. Meanwhile carl has been trying to get your attention for the longest time, when he finally shows you just how good of a guy he is. How he can make you happy and feel safe? Idk I just really wanna read something cute lol. ♡♡


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You walk down the street, holding hand with Ron, you’re boyfriend. Neither of you are talking at the moment, and you couldn’t be more thankful. Thing have been a bit rough for the two of you. Just opposite opinions about who should be in charge and just a whole lot of stuff that doesn’t even matter, but he always somehow turns it into some big deal. You’re sick of it at this point.

Carl comes running up and mutters something about needing you back at the house to help with Judith. You happily go back with him, leaving Ron to walk back to his own house all alone. You feel bad when you he’s sad about it, but you keep walking with Carl. When you’re a little further you look back and notice he isn’t heading to his house anymore, but the opposite way. You don’t get much time to figure out where he’s going before he disappears.

You shake him out of your mind as you walk into the house.

“You and Ron still doing good?” Carl asks, not being able to hide the glint of jealousy in his eyes. He might as well just write “I’m jealous” right across his forehead. You nod, but don’t really say anything. A small part of you hopes that Carl notices you’re lying. You two have known each other for a while now, so you guys know each other’s tells to when the other isn’t feel well, lying, or pretty much anything.

Just as you thought, Carl gives you a suspicious look and sits on the floor next to you. You’d sat down next to Judith and was letting her play with your hands. Carl keeps looking at you until you let out a sigh and turn to him.

“I’m just not happy with him anymore,” you say. “And I’m kind of starting to question if I ever was or if I just started dating him because I didn’t want to feel so alone. I just don’t know.” Carl moves closer and wraps an arm around you shoulder, pulling you closer to him.

“I’m sorry,” Carl says, “I’m always here if you need.” He opens his mouth like he’s going to say something, but stops himself and shakes his head. You thank him for being there for you, but give him a questioning look. He doesn’t acknowledge it. He rolls around on the ground with Judith, making Judith laugh up a storm. You smile as you watch the two of them playing. They both look so carefree and it’s a whole new side of Carl. You keep watching Carl and start to wonder if you’d made the right choice. Although, you already know the answer.

Soon, Judith grows tired and you walk her upstairs to put her in her crib. Carl follows you upstairs and you end up going in his room with him. You sit down on his bed and lean back, staring up at the ceiling.

“Hey, y/n,” Carl says, sounding uncertain. “I need to tell you something. It’s about Ron.” You stay silent, but sit up and urge him to continue. “ Ron’s been sneaking off with Enid.I saw them yesterday climbing over the wall together and then at the pond kissing earlier. I’m really sorry, but I thought you’d want to know.” Suddenly, it makes sense. Why he turned back and walked a different way. The way to Enid’s house.

You sit there for a moment thinking. You can’t believe he’d do that, but you wonder why you even care that he did. Carl wraps an arm around your shoulder and you turn to curl into him. He wraps both arms around you and soon the two of you are laying on his bed. His hand glides gently through your hair as you lay down on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

While lying with Carl you realize some things. Whenever you and Ron hung out you never got the same feeling as you have right now with Carl. You feel…safe. Nowadays, that not an easy feeling to find. When he first got here you thought he was a monster. He told you that he’d killed people, but you’d never been outside the walls. He’s not a monster, he’s far from it–even if he doesn’t think that. Playing with Judith, making you feeling better, he’s a great guy. How did you never realize this before?

You look up at Carl and see him already looking down at you. Slowly, you reach up and press your lips against his. They’re smooth and soft against your own. Your heart flutters and you can’t hold back a smile. You pull away and Carl is smiling right  back at you. Neither of you have to say anything. He knows that you chose him.

Carls keeps you pulled close to him. You can feel him softly tracing hearts on your arm and can’t stop yourself from smiling. You kiss him again before drifting off slowly to the sound of his heartbeat, feeling safer than you ever have before.

Unexpected [Part 3] || Mingyu x reader

✦Word Count: 1822

✦Genre: Angst

✦Blurb: Mingyu finds out you used to be engaged to someone else a while ago. [ Requested by anonymous ]

✦A/N: Sorry for this late update, but I’ve been recently doing my midterms! I’ll try to get the next part up as soon as I can~

[ Part 1 ] [ Part 2 ] [ Part 3 ] [ Part 4 ] [ Part 5(final) ]

Feeling a stream of sunlight hit his face, Mingyu groggily opened one eye. Where… am I? That was his first thought as he took the opportunity to take in his surroundings. He shuffled slightly in the blankets that covered him, and managed to sit up without any body part hurting too much. Letting out an unsteady groan, he opened his other eye to properly observe the room he was in.

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“What’s going on guys?” Sebastian asked.

“(Y/n) and I was just about to go and get some sushi.” Chris answered oblivious to the awkward vibes coming from you. You had been so close to not running into Sebastian.

Sebastian seemed a little surprised and looked back over at you, “Oh really?”

You nodded not knowing what else to say. You couldn’t even form words.

“Yeah, there’s a nice place down the street we were going to go and try.” Chris said.

Sebastian had this look on his face that you knew quite well. When you guys were young, you often knew what he was feeling since you could read him like a book. He often hated how you could tell when he was upset or annoyed so easily.

Now, you could tell that he was upset.

“Well, have fun you two. Maybe I will see you guys later?” Sebastian questioned.

“Yeah maybe.” Chris spoke before the two of you walked into the elevator. Sebastian had walked off and you felt a little relieved.

“Are you going to tell me why that seemed so awkward?” Chris chuckled as the doors closed.

“It’s a long story.”

“I’ve got plenty of time.”


“So he didn’t tell you that he was seeing someone?”

You shook your head as you looked down at your plate, “Nope. He gave me all of the signs that he was probably interested and then when you told me he had a girlfriend, I was completely shocked.”

“I’m sorry for being the bearer of bad news.” Chris reached over and grabbed another piece of sushi.

It didn’t take long for you to open up to him once the both of you reached the restaurant. He was just such an easy person to talk to. He didn’t interrupt, didn’t give you judging looks. Chris listened until you were done before asking any questions or giving any advice.

“It’s not your fault,” you mumbled, “I shouldn’t have been so stupid to think that after all of this time, he would still be interested. We were young but…. seeing him again, it just..”

“It was like how it was all those years ago.” Chris finished for you.

You nodded and rested your arms on the table, “Yeah. Maybe I should just get over it. It’s probably smart if I move on. He clearly has.”

“I see the way he looks at you, (Y/n). There’s something there.”

“It’s doesn’t matter. I’m not the kind of girl that gets in between someone’s relationship. I hate that I feel this way but there isn’t anything that I can do. I just have to try and avoid any possible conversations with him or something.” You knew that it was easier said than done and so did Chris.

“I don’t think that’s possible. We are going to be seeing each other everyday for the next few months. It’s going to be long hours and close quarters. You can’t avoid him.”

You sighed, “I know. It’s hard being around him and having to hide how I feel.”

Chris looked at something behind you, “Well, you might want to start figuring out how you are going to be around him.”

You sat up a little, “Why?”

“He’s coming.”

It was like every nerve in your body froze. Goosebumps formed on your arms.

Sebastian spotted you and Chris at a table near the back. He made his way over and thought that the two of you seemed pretty cozy.

“Hey guys.” He said once he walked over to the table.

You looked up at him and saw that he seemed to be in a better mood.

“Hey Sebastian.” You said trying to act like you were completely okay.

“After you guys left, I realized I was in the mood to get some sushi. Figured I would join you guys if that’s okay.”

Chris glanced at you, “Yeah, it’s fine.” Sebastian slid into the side of the booth that you were on. You wished that the waitress had given you guys a regular table.

You moved your plate over and yourself to make some space between you and Sebastian. Chris noticed how uneasy that you were.

“So, what were you guys chatting about?” Sebastian asked.

“Just about the next couple of days. Busy schedule and all.”

“Yeah, it’s been so crazy that I’ve hardly had time to catch up with (Y/n).” Sebastian looked over at you. You tried to give a convincing smile.

“Are you scheduled for the promo shoots tomorrow?” Chris asked Sebastian. The majority of the cast were going to be together that following day for the promos. It was the time that they did the photo shoots that would end up on billboards, cereal boxes, and the movie posters.

You had been extremely excited to be able to put on your costume for the first time. Once you were shown the sketches of it, it hit you that you were playing a superhero. You had been more excited than ever.

“Yeah, I am,” Sebastian answered and looked over at you, “Are you?”

You nodded, “Yeah, I’ll be there.”

“Great, maybe we could get some breakfast before. Finally get to catch up like we wanted to.” He smiled a little. Sebastian felt like you were avoiding him. He could feel it after you blew him off earlier.

“Well, actually Chris and I were going to workout tomorrow morning before heading to the studios.” You lied looking over at Chris hoping that he would go along with it.

Sebastian’s eyebrows furrowed a little and looked at Chris, “I thought you told me earlier you had to be on set at six?”

Oh crap.

“Oh yeah, I do. I forgot to tell you that (Y/n), I can’t make our workout tomorrow morning.” You could tell that Chris was sorry that he somewhat got caught in the lie.

“It’s okay. I’ll just go alone.” You grabbed your fork and ate more sushi before any more lies would blurt out.

“I can go with you. I think we have to be at the studio around the same time so it all works out.” Sebastian offered. He wondered if you would turn him down twice in one day.

“Uh,” you looked at Chris and remembered what he said about trying to make it all work, “Yeah that would be great.”

Sebastian was surprised that you agreed. He figured that when you guys were alone, it would be the perfect time to try and talk to you. He wanted to know why you seemed a little off around him.

“Seven o'clock good with you?”

You nodded, “Yeah, that sounds good. Could you scoot out for a second? I need to go to the ladies room.”

Sebastian got out of the booth and so did you. You walked away from the table and to the bathroom to have a minute to yourself. You didn’t want to be around him and now you were making plans with him.


Chris watched as you walked away from the table. An idea struck him as Sebastian sat back down.

“So, how is it working with your old girlfriend?” Chris asked him. He wanted to gage Sebastian’s reaction.

Sebastian thought about it for a second, “I’m really glad that she’s around. I haven’t seen her in so long and when I heard that she would be in the movie…..I got excited.”

“Why haven’t you guys connected in the past?”

“I don’t know. I guess I was upset with how I left when I was younger. I promised her that I would keep in touch with her but I didn’t. I took it up as my responsibly because I was the one leaving.”

“I don’t think she resents you for it. She seems fine.”

“Does she?” Sebastian questioned, “To me it seems like she’s upset with me about something.”

“Can you think of anything that you could’ve done to her?” Chris wanted to say exactly why you were upset with him but it wasn’t his place.

Sebastian shook his head, “No, I can’t.”

Chris decided to turn it up a notch, “She’s not seeing anyone right?”

Sebastian froze. Was Chris interested in you? “Uh, no she’s not. Why? Are you planning on asking her out or something?”

Chris shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t know yet. I wouldn’t if you weren’t okay with it.” Chris had no intention of asking you out. He just wanted to see what Sebastian would say.

You started walking back to the table and saw Chris and Sebastian talking. After a moment to catch your breath and collect your thoughts, you felt okay to sit at the table and finish dinner.

“Okay, you guys can stop gossiping. I’m back.” You said as you stood at the table. Chris got up and gestured for you to sit at his side of the table.

Sebastian looked at you and watched as you sat down and then Chris followed. He noticed how Chris sat closer to you than he previously had when you were by him on the other side. He noticed that you seemed to be happier when you were next to Chris.

He didn’t like it one bit.


It took you three times to hit the snooze button on your alarm before you actually got out of bed. You felt nervous to see Sebastian at the gym. You had to think of anything and everything else to try and distract yourself as you got ready.

You dressed in shorts and a tank top with sneakers before grabbing your gym bag and leaving your hotel room.

Sebastian was there waiting for you in the gym.

“Good morning.” He smiled when he saw you walk in. There was a few other people there in the gym but it was huge so it felt like you and Sebastian were alone.

“Hey, good morning.” You said back.

You set your bag near Sebastian’s and started to stretch.

“Did you have fun last night?” He asked as he stretched too.

“Yeah I did. Did you?”

He nodded, “I always have had fun when I’ve been around you.”

You looked away from him to hide the blush that crept up on your cheeks. You used to love when he said cute stuff like that, now it just made you feel more upset.

The two of you lapsed into a comfortable silence as you both did your respective workouts. You used the elliptical while he did some weights.

The both of you would sneak glances to the other while the other wasn’t looking.

Sebastian working out was very distracting. His muscles bulging out. The sounds he would make. It was giving you inappropriate thoughts.

You looked away and focused on what you were doing.

Once you were done with the elliptical, you wanted to get a few minutes in at the punching bag.

Sebastian noticed you walking over to it and followed you, “Need some help?”

“Yeah thanks.”

Sebastian wrapped the tape around your hands. You tried to ignore the stirring feelings you got by him touching you. Sebastian felt it too.

He helped you out your gloves on and held the bag while you started punching.

“Got quite the punch there. I would hate to be on the opposite side of it.” Sebastian smiled.

“I’m sure you would.”

It was silent for a few moments as you jabbed left and right. You could feel your arms burning from the impact but you continued through.

“So, want to tell me why you’ve been avoiding me?” Sebastian asked out of the blue.

You stopped what you were doing, “I’m not avoiding you.”

He chuckled, “Not right now but you have been. Did I do something wrong?”

“No, you haven’t. I’m not avoiding you, Sebastian.” It seemed like you were getting better and better at lying.

“(Y/n), I can tell that you’re lying. You can’t even look me in my eyes.”

You ignored him and started punching the bag again.

“Is it because something is sort of happening between you and Chris?” Sebastian hated the words that were coming out of his mouth.

“No, I’m not avoiding you.” You repeated.

“So something is happening between you and Chris.”

You were getting more aggravated so your punching became more frequent. You put all of your energy into it.

“Nothing is going on with me and Chris.” You answered curtly.

“Seems like it is.” Sebastian mumbled.

You stopped, “And if it is?”

Sebastian let go of the bag, “What?”

“If something was going on between me and Chris, why would it bother you? We haven’t dated in years.”

“It does bother me, (Y/n)!”

The other people in the gym were leaving, probably annoyed with the conversation going on between you and Sebastian just like you were.

“Why?! You’ve got a girlfriend!” You shouted. Sebastian froze, “How did you–”

“Does it matter how I found out?” You cut him off, “Just know that I do and I hate the fact that I allowed myself to start having these feelings for you all over again! I know it’s been years since we’ve laid eyes on each other but looking at you…. it takes me back.”

You took off the gloves and threw them to the ground. Hurrying and grabbing your bag, you walked out of the gym, Sebastian calling after you the whole time.


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Let’s Try It:Change In Leadership

Originally posted by padalecki

Characters: Y/n, Michael

Pairing: Michael x Y/n (MALE READER)


Warnings: Smut, Pure smut, edging, blowjob, unprotected sex, blood kink, Dom reader, sub Michael, crop, hitting (crop)

Word Count: 2265

Summary: Y/n takes control, doing whatever he wants with Michael, no matter who is around.

A/N: Ok, so read the trigger warnings. It’s not self harm or anything, but I added them just in case. But yea, just pure smuttiness with the hottest angel there is. Hope u enjoy

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“Sit down. And shut the fuck up”.

Michael dropped into his chair in his office in heaven, keeping his mouth shut, loving when y/n took control.

“Yesterday, you pulled out and came on my back”, he said, walking around the chair, trailing the riding crop across Michael’s chest, tapping on his nipples a few times.

“I thought I told you to cum inside me”, he whispered, leaning down from behind the chair, licking Michael’s earlobe as he lowered the crop, teasing the red cock that was standing at attention, smearing the precum onto the toy.

Y/n stood, lifting the crop to his mouth as he got a taste of the precum.

“Always taste so sweet for me. Isn’t that right, angel?”

Michael nodded, knowing he had no permission to speak.

“Well, I think you need to be punished. Don’t you?”

Michael nodded once again, anticipating what he was about to be put through.

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I Met a Fake Service Dog

Yesterday I met a man on the train.

Well, technically, we met on the platform waiting for the train. He passed me on the stairs and I noticed he had a dog with him. Then, when he noticed I was struggling to hurry down the stairs, he held the subway door for me so I wouldn’t miss the train. Nice guy, right?

At least, I thought so.

We sat next to each other on the train and our dogs sniffed each other politely (I have a guide dog, for anyone who might not know). His dog - a small mixed breed, no more than twenty-five pounds - was very well behaved and sweet, and our dogs got along perfectly.

While our dogs made nice, the man and I chatted. He asked me questions about Corey - my service dogs - and how/where she was raised, her training, the process I went through with her. All normal questions from dog enthusiasts fascinated by guide dogs.

And then, totally nonchalantly, he says, “I tell people he [his dog] is a service dog. A seizure dog. That way I can take him everywhere.”

And there it was. My first encounter with a fake service dog. After years of hearing the rumors about people doing this, I was finally meeting someone who actually did it. And he wasn’t even hiding it from me. He was saying it to me - a stranger - as casually as you’d tell someone you like their sweater. Like nothing.

I very quickly informed the man that I was the last person he should be telling this to. I told him that it’s people like him that make life so much harder for real service dog users, like myself. I told him that I am frequently accused of faking my disability. Frequently asked for “proof” that Corey is a service dog (note: there is no such thing as “proof” or “certification” for service dog sin the US. Anyone who tells you they have certification is lying because it’s not a thing.) Frequently having to fight for my right to be in public places with my dog.

He got very righteous on this - “They’re not allowed to make you leave!” he said. “You could sue those places!”

The irony of this guy being angry at business owners for breaking the law when he’s pretending to have a service dog didn’t escape me.

After I continued - very calmly - to explain to him why what he’s doing is a problem, he said, “I know, you’re right. i"m sorry… but I want to take him everywhere, and it’s just so hard to do that in New York, you know?” Then he proceeded to try to garner my sympathy by telling me stories about how difficult and expensive it is to fly with a dog or to take your dog anywhere in NYC because of public transportation, etc. LIke I’d tell him I understand.

Well, I don’t. I don’t understand.

You want to take your dog everywhere? I bet a lot of people would. I get that. Dogs are awesome! But there are rules about it for a reason, and just because you feel entitled doesn’t give you a right to fake a disability when it’s convenient for you.

You think it’s okay to say you have seizures so your dog can travel with you? Somewhere out there, there are LOTS of people who really do have seizures, and they can’t just turn that off when it’s convenient for them. They NEED those dogs for their safety. They don’t just want to take their pet with them to the store for fun. 

People who fake disabilities in order to take their dogs with them make life pretty awful for those of us who actually NEED service dogs. I have to fight daily for my right to have my dog - without whom I’d have a lot of trouble getting around. People assume I fake my disability? Know why? Because people DO fake it. If they didn’t, maybe there would be less suspicion placed on the rest of us.

There’s no real point to this post, other than anger. Sometimes people suck. And if you’re one of those people who pretends your dog is a service dog to get around the rules, please - for God’s sake - stop. Or, at the very least, never tell a person with a REAL disability and a REAL service dog that you lie about it. Because it’s people like you that make our lives a thousand times harder.

Rant over. 


Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing:Peter x Reader
Warning: N/A
Writer: unitefandomsoftheworld
Summary/Request: requested by anon- could you do a one-shot where the pack runs into a witch and she turns all of them into kids, except for the reader. So its up to the reader and Peter to figure out how to get them back to normal and also make sure they don’t get into trouble. Along the way, the reader and Peter realize how good they are together.

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Liam- I Think We Can Manage

Request-  Can I have a LIAM imagine where he’s dating the reader and she’s like a little sister to the pack and she’s really close with Malia. And she gets pregnant and liam doesn’t want the baby and she tells Malia and she gets really mad at Liam and makes the reader break up with him. And she tells the pack about it and they decide they’ll help raise the baby. And could you add her having the baby and I think it would be really cute if she names the baby Allison. You can choose if her Liam get back tg

A/N- Here you go! Next up is a Stiles imagine.

You sat in the bathroom, biting your nails anxiously as you let your head fall against the wood of the door. You closed your eyes, willing away the sight before you over and over again. As much as you wanted to forget it, you knew there was no escaping it, and your best friend seemed to have the same opinion.
“Come on, Y/n,” Malia called as her fist thumped on the door. “You’ve peed on like, five of those things. I think we both know they’re not lying.”
You huffed and bit the inside of your cheek, looking down at the tiny little stick in your hand. It stared up at you with two little pink lines, and you knew you were done for.
“Y/n,” Malia said again. “Come on, open the door.”
You ignored her, and while Malia was your best friend, you didn’t want to talk to anyone right now. You couldn’t believe that you and Liam had been so careless, and you were currently thinking back to any time this could have possibly happened. You realized there may have been a time or two when you and your boyfriend had gotten caught up in the heat of the moment and forgotten a condom, but it didn’t matter now. There was no going back from this.
“Y/n, open this door right now,” Malia ordered. “I don’t care if you’re feeling emotional right now. I want to know that you’re okay. Y/n? I’m gonna break down this door I swear to god.”
You sighed, and rose from the floor, placing your hands on the edge of the sink to steady yourself.  You could hear Malia counting outside the door, and you quickly reached for the doorknob.
“…two, three!” Malia cried as she pushed her shoulder down to break open the door.
Luckily she didn’t have to splinter your bathroom door into multiple pieces, because you were quickly throwing it open and sending her crashing onto your floor.
“Shit,” you swore, as you quickly reached down to help her up.
She pushed herself up onto her hands and blew a piece of brunette hair out of her face with an irritated expression. You reached out to help her up, but she quickly waved you away.
“I’m fine,” she said. “You on the other hand, you look like hell.”
“Thanks,” you said flatly.
She sighed. “I’m just giving it to you straight. But we need to decide what to do about this thing.”
She nodded to your stomach, and you self consciously brought a hand to it. “I’m keeping it.”
“Are you sure?” Malia asked, raising an eyebrow. “Y/n, you don’t have to. So you made a mistake-”
“And now I have to live with it,” you told her.
Malia sighed and rose to her feet. “I can get behind that. But you know you’re going to have to explain this to Liam and the others.”
“I’m gonna call Lydia and Ki-”
“They’re already here,” Malia admitted.
“What?” you demanded. “You called them? But we didn’t even know-”
“After the first one came back positive I had a feeling,” she told you.
“Let’s get this over with,” you breathed as you walked out of the bathroom and down the stairs.
You peered over the railing and saw Lydia and Kira sitting on the couch and talking quietly. The minute they saw you they jumped up and looked at you expectantly.
“Well?” Lydia asked.
“Are you-” Kira began.
“Yes,” you interrupted. “And yes, I’m keeping it.”
Lydia nodded. “Okay. We just want you to know that we’re here for you every step of the way and I’m sure Scott and Stiles would agree.”
You nodded, suddenly feeling a little bit more relieved. “Well I know I’m going to need it.”
“Do you want me to drive you to Liam’s now?” Malia asked.
“NO!” Lydia and Kira cried out at the same time.
You and Malia shared a look, and you looked back at Lydia and Kira. Kira blushed and scratched the back of her neck.
“Uh, what we mean to say is that we would love for you to get some driving practice in, but-”
“We don’t want you to kill Y/n and her unborn child,” Lydia said bluntly.
Malia simply shrugged while Lydia grabbed her purse and headed out to the car. You took a deep breath as you followed the girls out, wondering how Liam was going to take the news. You hoped he would take it well, but of course today just wasn’t your day.

You gently knocked on Liam’s bedroom door, taking a deep breath as you pushed a lock of hair from your face. You could hear the creak of his bed as he got up to get the door, and you felt a twinge of panic creep up your spine. It crossed your mind that you might want to leave and explain everything later, but before you could even think about that option, the door was opening.
“Y/n,” he said in surprise as he reached forward to bring you into a tight hug. “Hey cutie.”
He wrapped his arms around you and buried his face in your neck, just barely lifting you off your feet. “I didn’t know you were coming over.”
“Yeah,” you said uneasily.
“Are you okay?” Liam asked you as he set you down. “Your heart is beating like crazy.”
“We need to talk,” you told him. “It’s kind of important.”
“Uh, okay,” he agreed nervously.
He walked over to his bed and sat down, patting the spot next to him.
“Okay,” you whispered as you sat down. “So I don’t really know how to tell you this, so I’m just gonna come out and say it.”
“Oh god,” Liam said suddenly. “Are you breaking up with me? Because Brett-”
“No!” you cut him off. “God, no. And what about Brett?”
“Well, he told me that you were going to dump me eventually,” he told you glumly. “He said it was only a matter of time because you know, ticking time bomb and all.”
“Liam,” you told him. “You are not a ticking time bomb. This has nothing to do with you, not really. Well, sort of. Actually a lot.”
“Uh…okay,” Liam said, looking at you in confusion.
You sighed at his expression, closing your eyes and blurting out “I’m pregnant.”
“What?” he demanded, his eyes going wide as he nearly fell off his bed. “Like-like you’re going to-to…”
“Yeah,” you whispered quietly. “I know this is going to be hard but-”
“Hard?” Liam repeated. “Y/n, we can’t have a kid. We’re sixteen.”
“I know, but-”
“No,” Liam cut you off. “Y/n, I’m sixteen I can’t be a dad. You have to get rid of it.”
You blinked, frozen to the spot as you looked into Liam’s harsh eyes. You felt like you had been slapped in the face at his words, and you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Liam stared at you in silence for a second, listening to your heartbeat the whole time. He could hear it rising, and for a second he thought you were afraid, but then he realized you weren’t scared. You were angry.
“Get rid of it?” you repeated angrily.
“Y/n,” Liam said slowly. “I can’t do this.”
“Obviously,” you snapped. “But don’t you dare tell me what to do about this. Maybe you’re right, Liam. Maybe you can’t be a dad. But I sure as hell don’t need your help.”
“Y/n, no,” he growled, reaching out to grab your arm. “You can’t keep it. I-I can’t be a dad. I barely know how to be a werewolf!”
“Then you don’t have to,” you told him as you threw up your hands. “Consider yourself released from all responsibility. But don’t come near me again.”
Liam watched as you turned your back and pushed your way out of his room, burying his head in his hands. You hurried down his stairs, taking them two at a time as you tried not to cry. You hated yourself for being so stupid and for letting yourself get in this situation, but there was no going back now.

“Do you want me to go back?” Malia asked you as you sat in the back of the car. “I could torture him. Make him see that he’s being an idiot.”
“No,” you said through the tears as Malia rubbed your back. “It’s fine.”
“It is not fine,” Lydia hissed as she drove back to your house. “He can’t leave you on your own like this. It’s revolting and he’s a sorry excuse for a boyfriend.”
“Well he’s not really one anymore,” Kira remarked sadly.
“He doesn’t wanna be a dad,” you told them. “It’s his decision.”
“Well if he won’t be the dad…” Malia said thoughtfully. “I will.”
“What?” you asked with a watery laugh.
“Well it needs two parents, right?” Malia asked. “You need help. You need someone strong who can provide for you. Why not me?”
“That’s sweet Malia,” you told her. “But that’s not really how it works.”
“Well, dad or not,” Kira told you. “We’re all going to help you out. Scott’s not going to let you do this on your own either.”
“I know,” you told her, as you grabbed Malia’s hand. “I love you guys.”
“And we love you,” Lydia told you. “Now, you’re going to need some prenatal meds, and someone’s going to have to make you a doctor’s appointment-”
“Uh, Lydia-” you said.
“And we’re going to have to go shopping for all the essentials,” she continued.
“Lydia!” you exclaimed, causing her to finally pause.
“We might wanna tell my parents first,” you offered.
“Oh,” Lydia said. “Right. Well, don’t worry, Y/n. In nine months, this is all going to be worth it.”

Scott, Stiles, and Mason sat next to each other in the tiny waiting room of Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital. The room honestly should have been bigger considering how much traffic the hospital got, and that was just what Scott was thinking when Lydia came rushing into the waiting room, practically squealing.
“The baby?” Scott asked, jumping to his feet.
“She’s here!” Lydia cried excitedly. “I haven’t even seen her yet, so let’s go, go, go!”
“You haven’t seen her yet?” Stiles asked, assuming Lydia would have been the first one to get her hands on the baby. In fact, he was surprised she hadn’t been the one to catch it as it came out. “Why?”
“Malia pushed me out of the room,” Lydia said testily. “Apparently I was being too bossy.”
Mason grinned as he followed the others down the hall. Since you had been Liam’s girlfriend, Mason had been bound to be friends with you. Just because Liam had turned his back on you, it didn’t mean Mason had, and he was just as exited to be there as the others were.
Lydia walked briskly down the hallway, forcing the boys to keep up with her, even in heels. She pushed open the door and let out a loud “Aw” as she saw you, Kira and Malia all cooing over the baby.
“Guys,” you said with a tired smile. “Meet Allison.”
Scott nearly choked on his own spit, and when you saw his reaction, you thought you had made a mistake.
“Did I make the wrong decision?” you asked. “It’s just, she was so brave and she was like an older sister to me-”
“No,” Scott told you with a sad smile. “It’s perfect.”
“She’s so squishy,” Malia remarked as she reached out to poke the baby’s cheek.
You laughed as the baby reached up to grab Malia’s finger. “Yeah, and cute too.”
“Can I hold her now?” Lydia pleaded. “Please?”
“Lydia,” Stiles said. “Chill. Jesus, it’s like you’re going to run away with her.”
“I just might,” Lydia said testily.
“Well after nine months of bossing Y/n around,” Malia said. “I think she should hold her at least once. You know, before she turns into a cradle snatcher.”
“At least?” Lydia repeated with an icy edge. “Malia-”
“Guys,” you said with a roll of your eyes. “Here.”
You handed Allison over to Lydia and leaned back against the pillows with a tired smile. Mason came over to lean next to you, shooting you a grin.
“Congrats,” he told you. “I would have gotten balloons or something, but I wanted to be here as fast as possible.”
“It’s okay,” you told him with a smile.
“And…I don’t know how you’re gonna feel about this,” Mason began. “And it’s totally okay to kick my ass if you want to, but I texted Liam.”
“Oh,” you said as you ran a hand through your sweaty hair. “No that’s okay. At least he knows.”
“He’s here, Y/n,” he said quietly. “He wants to see you.”
“No way,” Malia growled, her eyes flashing blue.
“Malia,” you said gently, looking back over to Mason. “It’s okay.”
Mason nodded and walked over to open the door, revealing Liam standing there with a pink balloon in his hands. He looked up nervously, feeling the heat of the whole room staring at him.
“Guys,” you said tiredly. “Could you give us a minute alone?”
They all nodded, and Lydia walked over to hand Allison, now fast asleep, back to you. She patted your hand as the rest of the pack filed out, directing their mixed reactions towards Liam. Scott shot him a disapproving glance, but slowly nodded at his apparent change of heart. Lydia made a hmph sound as she passed, and Malia didn’t even bother to hide her growl. Mason patted him on the shoulder, and then it was just you and Liam.
Liam walked over and nervously handed you the balloon. “I, uh, I thought you would like it.”
You tilted your head as you tied it to the rail of the bed. “Thanks?”
“Is that-?” he asked, gesturing to the baby.
“Yes,” you said with a roll of your eyes. “You can’t see right now but she’s got your eyes.”
“I’m am so sorry,” he blurted suddenly. “Y/n, I never should have been so stupid. I shouldn’t have just turned my back on you like that, but I was scared.”
“And?” you asked. “Liam, you obviously didn’t want to be a dad, so what’s changed?”
“Me,” he told you. “I realized how wrong I was. Mason and I talked. He basically called me out for being such an asshole, and he’s right. You shouldn’t have to do this on your own and I…I want to be in this kid’s life.”
You blinked, looking down at Allison’s sleeping face and then at Liam’s. You had half a mind to turn him away, but you knew being angry and spiteful wasn’t going to help anyone.
“Do you wanna hold her?” you asked, hesitantly.
“Me?” Liam asked.
“Yes, dumbass,” you said with a roll of your eyes and you held Allison out to him.
“You might wanna tone down that swearing,” he said as he took her from your arms. “Don’t want that to rub off.”
You couldn’t help but smile at his words. You watched him cradling the baby and you felt your chest tighten, but in a good way.
“She’s so tiny,” he remarked in awe.
“I know,” you said as you peered at his smile.
“I’m sorry,” Liam whispered to you. “Can you forgive me?”
You tiled your head, noting the love in his eyes as he looked down at the baby. Liam had been so terrified about being a dad, but right now it seemed he was doing just fine.
“I think we can manage,” you promised him.
Liam went to hand Allison back to you but you stopped him. “You can hold her for a little bit longer. Only if you want to, of course.”
“I can?” he asked with surprise.
You nodded, and Liam smiled and looked down at the baby in his arms. You laid back against the pillows and closed your eyes for a brief second, thinking that while maybe things hadn’t worked out the way you had planned, they didn’t seem to be turning out half-bad.

Lay me down (Dean x Reader)

•For the song anon! Only 2 more to do!•

Yes, I do, I believe That one day I will be Where I was right there Right next to you

Four days. That’s how long Dean and you have gone without seeing or speaking to each other. Well, that might be because you took your 2000 Ford Taurus out of the bunker garage packed a duffel and left. You were surprised how you made it to this motel without crashing considering you’d been balling the whole way there.
“JUST LEAVE, (Y/N)!” His voice fuming those words was still repeating in your head. That’s what you did. You left. You sat up in the motel bed and sighed.
“I need to get my mind off of this.” You grabbed the room key off the nightstand and walked out of the room. The motel had about an acre of land beside it with a gazebo and a few picnic tables. The cool night air felt nice against your skin as you made your way over to it. You jumped the two steps and took a seat, looking up into the clear sky. It was around 10 so the night was in full swing. Every star showed itself in the dark navy blue sky. A smile tugged at your lips.

The moon and the stars Are nothing without you

You used to sit outside the bunker and watch the stars with Dean on occasion. Tears began to form in your eyes. You laughed. You tried to forget Dean by coming out here, but here you were reminded of more memories. Truthfully now that you thought about it. None of your memories didn’t have Dean involved in some way. Before Dean and Sam you’d been all alone and just trying to get by. But with them…you were living. Tears rolled along your jawline as you continued to look up to the moon and stars.

Told me not to cry when you were gone But the feeling’s overwhelming, it’s much too strong

You stood and wiped your face with your shirt sleeve before heading back to your room grabbing your things and getting into your Taurus. Your tires squealed as you ripped out of there and towards the bunker. You pulled up slowly. You’d begun to have second thoughts. What if Dean REALLY had wanted you to leave? Forever? You were about to reverse out of there when the bunkers door opened. You put the car in park and opened the door stepping out. Dean stared at you for a second before running over to you.
“Good lord, (y/n), don’t ever leave me again!” He wrapped his arms around you and buried his face in your neck. You ran a hand through his hair and your voice shook.
“I d-don’t want to…”

Can I lay by your side? Next to you, you And make sure you’re alright I’ll take care of you I don’t want to be here if I can’t be with you tonight

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The One Year Contract

overview: You are famous and are best friends with Michael, who isn’t famous. Your management thinks it’s a good idea to date famous boybander Liam Payne, to help sell your movie. But Michael has other ideas. 

Being famous wasn’t easy, you knew that. Leaving your family behind to move to California, wasn’t easy. But when you met your neighbor, Michael Clifford, it all seemed to float away.

Michael wasn’t famous was he was very talented with a guitar and no matter how much he said he didn’t want to become a famous guitarist, you knew he did. It was challenging to go out into the public eye with Michael without people assuming you were dating. Not that you minded that people thought you were, Michael was an amazing guy and he always took care of you when you were sick or needed a shoulder to cry on.

“I have a meeting. I should be back soon. I’ll bring home a pizza or something for dinner.” You said to Mike who was sitting on your couch playing video games. His Play Station had recently broke and he was waiting for his paycheck to get a new one.

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Liam-It Would Be Worth It

Requests-  hey! can you do an imagine where the reader joins the lacrosse team and she’s really good & Liam starts to have feelings for her?  /   Hi! I just found your blog today and omg your writing is amazing! I love it! Can you please do an imagine where the reader is really athletic and good at sports but she’s never played lacrosse before but wants to try out for the team so Liam helps coach her and maybe Stiles and Scott show up at one point. And then the reader gets really good at lacrosse and she and Liam get really competitive with each other? But in a cute fluffy way? Thank you! :)

A/N- Thank you for the love sweetie!! Since these requests were so similar, I decided to combine them. This might not follow the requests exactly but it does have elements of both. I’m gonna warn you I know nothing about lacrosse, so if I put something incorrect on here, well, I tried my best. Next up is a Theo imagine.

You sat on the bleachers, watching Stiles, Liam and your brother, Scott, mess around on the lacrosse field. You couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealously as you watched the three boys toss the ball around. It wasn’t like you didn’t play sports and you had done soccer and track in middle school, but what you really wanted was to play lacrosse.
It seemed simple enough. All you had to do was try out for the team, right? But you quickly found out that Beacon Hills only had a boys lacrosse team, and the only girl on it was Kira.
Sure you could try out, but you were only a freshman, AND a girl, and you didn’t think you had much of a chance. Even thought you were good at sports, you had never picked up a lacrosse stick before. You were sure that you would end up getting laughed off the field by a bunch of the lacrosse guys.
You let out an involuntary sigh as you watched the boys with envy. You didn’t think much of it, but you should have known one of the other girls would pick up on it, especially since two of them were supernatural creatures.
“What was that for?” Malia asked, cutting off her conversation with Lydia to stare at you.
“I…” You started to say something, but then thought better of it. “Forget it.”
Malia shrugged, knowing it wasn’t polite to pry and turned back to her conversation with Lydia. Kira, on the other hand knew something was up. She was probably the most mothering one out of the pack-well, except for your brother-and she could tell you were upset.
“What is it, Y/n?” she asked. “You know you can tell us anything.”
You bit the inside of your cheek, your gaze flicking back to the boys on the field. You were debating whether or not to tell her, but after all Kira was the only girl on the lacrosse team. She of all people would be able to give you the best advice.
“Iwannaplaylacrosse!” you blurted.
Kira blinked and it took her a second to register what you had said, but once she did a grin broke out across her face. “Y/n, that’s great!”
“It is?” you asked with raised eyebrows.
“Yeah!” she told you. “I’ve been hoping another girl would join the team forever. Tryouts are only a few weeks away, but I’m sure you’ll do fine. You’re a great athlete.”
“But…I’ve never even played lacrosse.”
You were fairly confused, mostly because Kira made it sound so simple. If wasn’t as if you could just pick up a lacrosse stick and run on the field…or was it?
“Hmm,” Kira murmured. “I could teach you some things, but I’m still pretty new to it…ooh! You could ask Liam!”
“Liam?” you questioned, looking at Kira with your eyebrows raised.
It wasn’t like you weren’t friends with Liam, after all you were a part of the pack too, but you had never been close. Although you were a little unsure, Kira had a point. Liam was awesome at lacrosse, and he had been good even before he was bitten.
“Yeah,” Kira told you. “You know his step-dad taught him lacrosse, right? I’m sure you could learn a lot from him.”
“What if he says no?” you asked. “We’re not exactly friends.”
“Why would he? Besides, even if he didn’t want to you could always ask your brother and Stiles.”
“Maybe I’ll do that,” you told her thoughtfully.
You looked back at the field to see Scott throwing a lacrosse ball as Stiles stood in the goal. Stiles tried to catch it, but it ended up hitting him right in the face, and he fell back into the grass with a groan.
Scott and Liam totally lost it, dropping their sticks in a fit of laughter. You pursed your lips, looking back to Kira. “On second thought, I think I’m gonna ask Liam.”

You brought it up with him in history class, and needless to say he was a little confused.
“Why don’t you just ask your brother?” he had asked.
“Because you were good even before…you know. I figured you would be a better teacher,” you admitted, not wanting to talk about how he became a werewolf where anyone could hear. “Besides, I kind of want to surprise Scott.”
Liam nodded. “Okay, then. We can start today.”
True to his word, Liam met you after school for your first lesson. Thankfully, the season hadn’t begun yet so you had the whole field to yourselves. It wasn’t like you were shy, in fact you were far from it, but you didn’t want the whole school watching if you were going to suck.
Liam had already explained to you the different types of sticks the players used, all for different positions. After giving a short explanation of the basics of the game, you were ready to try and make some shots at the goal.
“Alright,” Liam said, tossing you a stick. He walked up to you, turning you around to face the goal and positioning your arms as you held the lacrosse stick.
“Like this?” you asked as Liam stepped back.
“Yep,” Liam told you, and he couldn’t help but admire your form as you swung the lacrosse stick as if you were throwing an imaginary ball.
“Can I try it for real now?” you asked, pulling him out of his trance.
“Oh, uh, yeah,” he said, flushing and praying you hadn’t noticed him staring.
Liam had always had a bit of a crush on you, but since you were Scott’s sister, he had kept it a secret. It wasn’t like he was afraid your brother would hurt him, but he imagined trying to make a move on his alpha’s little sister didn’t go over so smooth in the werewolf world.
Liam watched as you picked up the ball, placing it in the netting and tossing it right into the goal effortlessly. Liam’s mouth fell open in shock, and he simply stared at you.
You had told him you had never played lacrosse before, not even with Scott, but you had just made a goal on your first try.
“What?” you asked, suddenly nervous at his bewildered expression. “Was that okay?”
“Uh, for your first try?” Liam questioned, raising his eyebrows. “That was awesome.”
“Really?” you asked, a grin breaking out across your face.
“It’s gonna be a little different when you’ve got like, three members from the opposing team coming after you to try and stop you, but so far you’re doing amazing.”
You had a bright smile on your face, and Liam couldn’t help but smile too. It broke his heart a little knowing he would never be brave enough to admit how he felt, and he quickly shook off the butterflies in his stomach.
“Wanna try again?” he asked.
“Absolutely,” you told him, picking up another ball.

Over the next two weeks, you practiced with Liam every day after school. If you hadn’t known him well before, you certainly did now and you guys had actually become pretty close. As for lacrosse, you had only gotten better, and by tryouts you were just as good as Liam.
After countless sessions of intensive practice, the tryouts were finally here, and it was an understatement to say you were nervous.
“Don’t worry,” Liam told you, placing his hands on your shoulders as you stood on the field. “You’re a great player. You’ll do fine.”
“Alright!” Coach Finstock shouted, blowing his whistle an unnecessary amount of times before everyone gathered around him in a circle. “We’re gonna do a short scrimmage, just to see where we’re at. First team to score wins.”
Coach began to announce positions, splitting the group into separate teams. “Ramirez and Stilinski, you’re both in goal. McCall and Davis, midfield. Yukimura and…smaller McCall, you’re on offense, Dunbar you’re defending with…”
Coach finally finished rattling off names and blew his whistle, and the game began. A player whose name you didn’t know passed Kira the ball almost immediately, and she raced towards the opposing team’s goal. You moved down the field, knowing she would need you later.
Liam moved up to block her, but she quickly tossed the ball to you. You didn’t hestite to race down the field, heading right for the goal. You were all too aware of Liam racing after you, all of his attention focused on you now. He almost caught up to you, but you were too fast for him.
Just before he slammed into you, you sent the ball sailing into the net, scoring the winning goal. Liam still ended up taking you to the ground anyway. And you gently rolled onto the grass with a big grin on your face.
“Sorry,” Liam told you with a small smile, helping you up as your team erupted into cheers.
“Nice McCall!” Coach shouted, then muttering “Must run in the family,” to himself.
“Alright,” he continued. “I’ve seen enough for today. I’ll be letting each of you know if you made it or not by the end of the week.”
“That was awesome, Y/n,” you brother told you with a bright smile as he patted you on the back.
Kira brought you into a tight hug, squealing “You totally made it!”
“But we won’t know for sure till the end of the week, right?” you asked, as the players dispersed.
“McCall!” you heard Coach snap to your brother. “Since you’re still captain, I’ll be expecting to see you here bright and early next week…and your little sister too.”
Your eyes widened, and you and Kira cheered in delight. “This is gonna be so awesome! There’s finally going to be another girl on the team!”
“I’m just happy I’m actually ON the team,” you told her with a wide smile.
You turned away from Kira, immediately pulling Liam into a tight hug. He hugged you back fiercely, his face flushing as he realized how tight he was holding onto you.
“So, uh, I guess you’re on the team,” he said nervously as he quickly pulled away.
“Yeah, thanks to you,” you told him, blushing a little yourself.
You smiled at him, and Liam thought he could feel his heart literally melting. His blue eyes flicked down to your lips, and he had to fight the urge to grab you and pull you into a kiss. You followed his eyes, and when you realized where he was looking, you smile widened.
In all the time that you and Liam had spent together, you had developed a bit of a crush on him. You hadn’t been sure if he felt the same way, but now it was evident that he did.
You stepped forward, grabbing the color of his jersey and pulling him into the kiss he had been waiting so long for. He hands instantly fell to your waist, but before he could make another move, the sharp tweeting of a whistle sounded in your ears.
You both sprang apart, eyes wide as Coach Finstock blew his whistle in your face.
You and Liam both flushed bright red as coach chewed you out in front of the remaining players, including your brother and Kira.
“Sorry Coach,” you mumbled, looking at the grass.
“If you two are going to be kissing the whole time you’re on the field together, I’m kicking you both off this team, got it?” Coach asked sternly.
“Yes sir,” you and Liam muttered in unison.
“Good,” Coach told you calmly. “NOW GET OFF MY FIELD!”
You and Liam shuffled away, but he slid his hand into yours as you walked.
“Would he really kick us off?” you asked.
“I don’t know,” Liam admitted. “But it would be worth it.”

Bad Days (Tronnor Fluff)

Connor waited patiently for Troye to get to his apartment. Troye’d been at the studio all of today trying to work on his new album. Connor was currently putting away some filming equipment from filming a new main channel video.

Troye had a particularly late day at the studio, he even ate dinner at the studio. As the time was nearing 8:30, he finally decided it was time to go home for the day, Connor was at home waiting on him to come home. So he began to pack up his belongings. The process of making an album can be particularly frustrating. Troye wanted this one to be perfect. His EP TRXYE had an amazing response and he had to make his next set of music even better. He’d already had the album title picked out, Wild, but he wasn’t satisfied with one of the songs and was trying to write another one to replace it. You have good days and bad days. Today was a bad day.

Connor, laying on the couch, looked up at the clock once again noticing it was almost 9. He started to worry that.maybe something happened to Troye. But he didn’t have to worry long because soon he heard the door being unlocked. The door opened and Troye walked in, setting his stuff down by the front door.

“Troye!” Connor said and walked over to Troye, pecking him on the cheek. Connor noticed Troye’s sad face immediately. “Babe, what’s wrong?”

“I just had a bad writing day.” Troye replied. “I just want to go to bed.”

“How about we watch something on Netflix?” Connor suggested. “You go put on some sweatpants and I’ll find something on Netflix to watch.”

Connor turned on the tv and went to Netflix flipping through all the recently added movies, but ended up settling for watching some Friends episodes instead. As Connor settled into the couch, Troye walked in. He was wearing just his sweatpants, no shirt, his sweatpants hung low on his hips. He walked over to Connor and sat down next to him.

“If you don’t have I shirt on, I might as well not have a shirt on.” Connor said and slipped his shirt off.

Connor turned his attention back to Friends and after 2 episodes, they’d gone from sitting next to each other to cuddling. Connor was the big spoon this time, since Troye needed comforting. Connor back was resting against the couch. Troye was in between Connors legs and he was laying on his stomach. Troye’s right side of his head was pressed against Connor’s chest and Troye could hear Connor’s soft heart beat, it was a comforting sound. Connor’s fingers were in Troye’s hair, playing with his soft curls. Troye’s left hand was resting on Connor’s side, his thumb brushing back and forth across the soft skin, his right arm laying on the couch beside him.

It was moments like these that calmed Troye down, moments of EASE (haha see what I did there lol I’m so clever). Troye lifted his head up and looked at Connor. His eyelids looking slightly heavy. Connor’s hair hanging down on his forehead. Troye placed his left hand on Connor’s cheek and turned his face towards Troye’s so he could capture Connor’s lips with his own.

Connor hummed into the kiss. The kiss was still until Connor reacted and began to brush his lips against Troye’s. Connor knew the kiss wasn’t intended to lead to anything, it was just to share the love. Connor tangled his fingers harder in Troye’s hair, but not hard enough to hurt.

Troye slid his hand from Connor’s cheek to the back of his neck, letting his fingers brush against the hair at the nape of Connor’s neck. As they backed out of the kiss to catch their breath, Troye bit his lip and looked up into Connor’s green eyes.

“I have never felt this at ease after a long day of work.” Troye said and smiled slightly.

“Tell me all of the things that make you feel at ease.” Connor replied and smiled a Troye.

“You.” Troye said and kissed Connor on the jaw. “I have never met anyone that makes me feel as comfortable as you do, Connor.”

Connor smiled at this. “I love you.” Connor whispered.

“I love you too, Connor.” Troye said and laid his head back on Connor’s chest.

all of our important nothings - deadspy (27k) the one where Harry and Louis are in love, Haylor happens, and Louis battles quite a few demons along the way.

+the lunatic, the lover and the poet - anon (28k) Louis Tomlinson, Harry’s long-time crush, shows up at summer Writing Camp. But, of course, like everyone else on the planet, Louis is interested in Veronica, not Harry.

Loving You’s a Little Different - oakland30 (21k) Harry’s in love with his roommate. Misunderstandings abound.

+Sitting on Truths - anon (13k) A summer camp AU where Louis is Harry’s High School Romance that Could Have Been.

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got it right such a long time ago - anon (9k) non-au. Four months into One Direction’s hiatus, Louis comes to stay with Harry after a bad breakup.

And this is how it starts - anon (9k) Talent show AU. Louis isn’t a singer but he’ll do anything if he gets bored enough. It has nothing to do with that nuisance with the curls who works at the bar.

+summer loving and fights (how it is for us) - anon (19k) the fic where first impressions are terrible, Louis and Harry hate each other and a trip to Los Angeles might have changed that.

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Maybe My Someone - thoughtlessblogger (3k) “Yeah, well if I had to be sat next to anyone in this place I’d rather it be you. You’re fit as fuck.”As soon as it’s out of his mouth he regrets it. He slams his mouth shut, eyes widening as he tries to think of a way to save this. His brain-to-mouth filter has always been shit, but he’s literally just met Harry.

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Your Wildest Fantasy - anon (7k) Louis’ an alpha nearing his rut, and is looking for an omega to spend it with. Harry volunteers.

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+resolutions and lovers in the kitchen - anon (10k) harry teaches little kids and louis writes sports articles. they’re trying for a baby.

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be mine

“i need a date for my sister’s wedding and you’re my best friend so you’ll go with me but hey you look awesome in that dress” AU

A/N: happy new year everyone! this is a gift for my main bitch @tayvinisbae ​. I love you, Ali! <3


“go wisely and slow; those who rush stumble and fall” -william shakespeare

“I need a favor”, he asked as soon as he heard the door opening.

“What is it this time, Adam?” Taylor asked, closing the door. “You need me to cover your part of the rent again?”

Adam chuckled. “No, not this time, T. Jennifer is getting married next month, you know that right?”

“Yes… what about it?” Taylor asked, furrowing her eyebrows, confusion and a hint of knowing-what’s-about-to-happen washing over her face.

“Be my date? Like, pretend to be my girlfriend.” Adam said, following her into the kitchen.

“I don’t know, A… you know the girls and I always have girls’ night on Saturdays. And I can’t pretend to be your girlfriend, I’m your best friend” Taylor argued while making some popcorn.

“But Tay, please,” he begged, “I can’t go alone. If I do, all of my ridiculous cousins will jump on me. If they see I have a girlfriend, they will leave me in peace.”

“Adam, have you never watched any movies? You know how this whole fake dating thing ends”, Taylor said, jumping on the sofa with a popcorn bowl on her lap, scrolling through Netflix.

“What? Afraid you’ll fall for me?” he smirked, raising one eyebrow suggestively and joining her.

Taylor glared at him. “You wish.”

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anonymous asked:

Hello lovely, I have a prompt!! Sherlock is lonely as John's on his honeymoon so he throws himself into morgue experiments with more vigour than usual which, of course, drives Molly insane ;) enjoy x

Ok, fortunately, or unfortunately, all three of these prompts inspired this one piece. I happen to like ti, so thats the good, but I wasn’t able to give each prompt enough to feel like I did them justice; so I’m not sure I did my due diligence as a prompt filler. So, feel free to steal the prompts.



Of course he was back again. She suppressed a groan as he waltzed into the morgue and began watching her… poking and prodding at things she had finished with, deciding if he wanted to ask her for them or not.
“Blue.” He admired the discolored mans skin.
“He was a bit of a hermit…its pretty obvious he had Methemoglobinemia, but I can’t confirm it on the paperwork until I get his blood work back.”
“Thats silly… he looks like a….”

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