this came to me randomly

elennemigo  asked:

I keep having this image in my head: Sherlock entering into 221b and finding Molly sleeping in his couch or arriving at Baker st in a rainy day and finding Molly outside all soaked and in both cases he's very choked up by the scene. Molly first line: «I need your help.» If you can do something with this, great! If you don't, it's ok too. Thanks!! 😙

Well it only toook me 2 tries to get this written, seeing as I lost lots of it the first time lol! (Seriously, never write the fic in the answer. TOO RISKY!) Anyway, hope you like where I went with this. I flip flopped about all different kinds of things Molly could be going to Sherlock for, but ended up settling on this one. Enjoy! :D

The moment he approached his door, he knew very well that someone was in his flat. His guard was up as he swung the door open, but as soon as his eyes fell on the surprise guest, his shoulders relaxed and gaze softened.


She sat up from where she was reclined on the couch, sniffing and looking a bit red eyed. She’d been…crying?

“Molly, what is it?” Sherlock questioned, crossing the room to sit on his coffee table in front of her.

“Sherlock, I-” Her voice broke a little. “I need your help.”

His voice dropped low, an instant determination in his tone. “Anything.”

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A sick/comfort fic where Gaston takes care of a sick LeFou. Nobody expects him to do it because well it is selfless, not about him, and an inconvience.

However LeFou isn’t all that shocked, but very much appreciative, because unlike most people he knows that when Gaston was just a boy his younger sister fell incredibly ill and Gaston took care of her. He doted on her and protected her and did everything he could to help her get better, but she eventually succumbed to the sickness and passed away.

It affected Gaston a lot, but it also made him bitter and afraid to care about anyone as much as he had cared his sister. So he became self obsessed and uninterested in helping others unless it directly benefited his happiness. But without knowing he began to care for LeFou like he once did for his sister and after years of friendship and LeFou’s loyalty and support he can’t not rush to his aid, to help him get better and survive. Gaston can’t lose someone like that again.

The wind blew in again
Cinnamon crisp with a tinge of regret;
Another day, another mile
Farther from what she knew.
The breeze played at her cheeks
Biting and caressing in turns,
An old lover come to start anew.
She sighed, drawing the tempest into her lungs
Holding it where she could taste the what ifs and could have beens
With lingering notes of wonder to color the aftertaste of someday
Clinging to her lips, silently waiting for affirmation.
She exhaled and with it mountains were moved
As she evacuated the remains of yesterday
And held her breath as she waited quietly
For tomorrow to call to her loneliness.

© Courtney Turley 2017

TF2 AU where BLU stands for Baker’s League United and all of the mercs own a cute little cupcake bakery and they’re all still brutes and idiots but goddamn those cupcakes are great. The twist is that although they really do like their bakery they use it as a coverup for their operations as an underground mafia-type organization. But most of all, they hate their rival coffee cafe down the block, Reliable Espresso Dealings (RED).

This idea came to me very randomly.

I am being very tempted to do something about this.

Sherlolly Appreciation Week, Day 2- First Date

Last minute decided to write this one for Day 2. It kind of randomly came to me, but I ended up being pretty happy with some of the Sherlock feelsies in this one. Enjoy! ;)

Fancy a Date?

“Thank you again, Molly,” Sherlock said genuinely as the cab neared her flat in the dark of night. “And I know John is grateful. Rosie was a bit too crabby for a sitter tonight.”

“Oh no problem, I don’t mind.” She smiled and began gathering her bags in preparation to exit the once the vehicle stopped.

Sherlock felt suddenly panicky. The evening had been so wonderful up till then. They’d analyzed clues from a body, tracked down a suspect, informed Lestrade, and got the man arrested. It had all been rather perfect, and Sherlock hardly wanted it to end now. It was probably one of the best days they’d spent together since the mess of Sherrinford.

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Summary: An unexpected visit to your bakery by Bucky Barnes leads to a childish food-fight and perhaps the start of something new. 

Word Count: 1,370.

A/N: See that mini HSM reference I did there? So this cute idea randomly came to me and I knew I had to write it down immediately. Unfortunately there’s no new part for “Wedding Planner” but there will be next week! Hope you enjoy, xo.

Originally posted by esraa1993

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Sleep Deprivation- Conor Maynard Imagine

Author’s Note: Ok guys this is my very FIRST imagine! So please be nice. I just wanted to try and write this cute idea that came to me randomly, I hope you like it!

Word Count: 763

Summary: You and Conor recently had a baby. With being a new parent, Conor back in the studio, and sleep problems, it gets to be too much. However you don’t want pull him away from work. You want to handle it on your own. 


You were a new mother. It had been a little over 2 months since you and Conor had your little man. A beautiful baby boy named Everett. Everett Colin Maynard. For the most part he was a pretty happy baby, but he seemed to hate it when his dad was away.

Conor’s a great dad. Very hands on and involved. Which you loved, but he also had to go back to work. He was putting a lot of time into finishing his second album. Which meant many late nights in the studio. Leaving you and Everett alone. You didn’t want to make him worry and have him put his music on hold. You wanted to prove you could handle being a new parent. But sleep deprivation was starting to wear on you. The house wasn’t very tidy and you were getting stressed out. For whatever reason the past couple nights Everett would cry on and off nonstop. You just could not get him to sleep. You tried everything. Bouncing him, rocking him, feeding him, giving him a pacifier. Nothing seemed to be working. 

One night, you were sat in the nursery with your wailing infant. Rocking back and forth, trying to soothe him with a soft voice. 

“C'mon Everett. Shh…baby it’s ok. Please try to go to sleep. Mommy is so tired!” you pleaded.

 You instantly knew you needed some help, but you weren’t going to bother Conor. You looked at the clock which read 1 am. Surely Jack would be awake. You reached for your cell phone on the changing table and dialed him. 

It rang a couple times before you heard a sleepy voice say, “HHelllooo? What is it (Y/N)? Everything ok?" 

"Hi Jack, I’m sorry to wake you..but I could really use some help. I’m just so tired. The baby won’t stop crying….” You started to sob. “I’ve tried everything and Conor’s in the studio recording and I…I.." 

 Jack interrupted you, ”(Y/N) alright, alright. Try to take a deep breath for me.“

 You took a few deep breaths. 

"Good. Very good. Ok, I’m going to hang up now and come over to help straight away alright?" 

"Thank you Jack” you sighed.

~A few minutes later you heard the door unlock~

“Jack, we’re in the nursery."you called.

 Footsteps drew close to the nursery and the door creaked open. Everett still crying in your arms. You turned around in surprise to see not Jack, but Conor standing in front of you. 

"Hey! What are you doing home? I thought you weren’t going to be back for a couple more hours.”, you cried and pulled him in for a kiss.

He stood there and smiled at you. 

“Jack called me and said you were in tears and sounded absolutely exhausted. Why didn’t you tell me you were having a hard time with little man love?” he asked.

“I don’t know. ” you whined. “I guess I just didn’t want you to postpone your music any farther. I thought I could juggle everything and handle this new mom thing. But I’m not going to lie, it’s really fucking exhausting." 

He laughed. He brought his hand to your chin, so your eyes were level with his."Hey look at me gorgeous. We’re a family. Family is everything to me. As much as I love music and how hard I’ve been trying to complete this album, you two will always come first.”

Your heartfelt moment was soon interrupted by baby cries. 

"Now you give him to me and go to our room to get some rest. Go on! We’ll be fine!” he insisted. 

You handed the baby over to him and walked towards the door. Before you headed to go back to bed, you decided to look in on the boys. As you crept back towards the nursery, it was quiet. You peeked through the crack in the doorway to see Conor sat in the rocking chair. He began singing a lullaby and rocking gently back and forth. 

“Light up, light up.. As if you have a choice. Even if you cannot hear my voice I’ll be right beside you dear…” (Run- Snow Patrol)

He sang Everett one of his favorite early covers. Yours too.

You stood there thinking about how grateful you were to have Conor. Not only was he an amazing man, he was an amazing father. Even though you were exhausted, the house was in disarray, and you were kinda clueless about this whole parenting thing, you had your boys. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.
we don't get to be imposters - TolkienGirl - White Collar [Archive of Our Own]
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The tone makes the words and the clothes make the man and maybe that’s how he ended up here, in a borrowed suit, listening to the sound of other people’s happiness.

(Neal Caffrey drabble)

Support Group

Summary: Struggling with minor depression and anxiety, you attend a weekly support group to cope with these issues while Bucky finally takes the chance to attend one too and discuss his troubled mind and daily nightmares. 

Word Count: 1,741.

A/N: This idea randomly came to mind for me the other night. It’s different than what I usually write but I wanted to switch the gears up this once. A few mentionings of an anxiety attack are mentioned but it’s nothing too intense. My personal thoughts were also brought out into the fic so I hope you don’t mind I did that. Hope you enjoy and if any of you are struggling with anything, I’m always happy to be here and help.

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It just randomly came up to me that during the battle of Cerise Island, Yellow was legitimately trying to kill Lance (and possibly his Pokemon along with him). You don’t suck someone into a lava tornado and into a live volcano in hopes of just knocking him out. Heck, she was honestly shocked he managed to survive that.