ah i'm sorry that this took me a month to do!!

thats right kids i’m doing one of these lmao (i am a Master of graphic design)

hello everyone it’s alice and i hit my first follower goal so here’s my first follow forever lmao ! i remade nearly 2 months ago and now i have all of u beautiful mutuals and i just wanted u to know that i Love and appreciate u all… i sound very soft and honestly i am but enough of me ily all keep up the good work etc etc 💌❤️🌹💫

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Confessions in the Moonlight | Jungkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 1780

Summary: After nearly a month of avoiding you, Jungkook finally confesses the true reason behind it.

Originally posted by sugutie

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junowaffles  asked:

Hi, I really love your Voltron Family it's just makes so happy when you update on it. I really enjoy the fact that little Lance, Hunk, and Pidge love their daddy Keith so much that they will protect him for Shiro. What I really wanted to know is if I could give you a prompt, or maybe just think of this as a question. What would happen if some guy was so obsessed with Keith that he tried to kidnap Keith at night when everyone was home? Love the Daddy Keith Protection Force.

Thank you! They really love each other a lot. Keith is a bit oblivious with other people’s advances but he is skilled in fighting! 

!!!! Uh, proceed with caution. This is um… awful.

[The Voltron Family] Keith had to go back to his office late at night because he had forgotten a manuscript he was supposed to check. When he got out of the building, he made his way to the car and suddenly he felt something pierce his neck and everything went black.

Shiro and the kids were at home, all preparing to go to sleep. Keith was late. It had been almost an hour and a half. It didn’t even take that long to drive back and forth his office. Shiro was getting worried that he got his phone and tried tracking Keith. His location was in such a weird place that obviously wasn’t his workplace. The red circle just kept blinking, unmoving. Shiro felt sick at what might’ve happened as he quickly changed clothes. He moved past the kids who were by the second floor living room watching a movie and they all looked at him, puzzled.

Shiro: I want you all to stay here. I’ll go and get your Daddy Keith. 
Hunk: *panics* Why? What happened?
Shiro: Your Dad might be in trouble.
Three teens: We’re coming with you!

Keith slowly opened his eyes and he began looking around. He was in a room. A dark room that had two lamps on the side. He looked down and he saw himself lying on a bed, hands tied to the headboard and suddenly his worst nightmare was happening. He knew where this was going. His heart started beating so fast and he just wanted to see Shiro. But he knew that he had to calm down and think of a way out of this. He looked around trying to look for an exit, considering he could get himself free. There were two doors, one that lead outside and the other… it opened to reveal a man older than Keith coming out from the bathroom.

Keith wanted to die. No, no, no, no, no. Please, not me. 

Old Man: Ah, you’re finally awake.
Keith: What do you want? Do you want money? I can give—
Old Man: *approaches the bed* Oh no. I don’t want money, Mr. Shirogane. What I want is something money cannot give. You see, I’ve been a lonely man for so long. My wife died a couple of years back and I loved her so dearly. I was passing by the area a couple of months ago and I saw you come out of your car. My wife was Japanese and you reminded me of her.
Keith: *knits his eyebrows* What?
Old Man: You share the same facial features with her, even the nose. Same silky black hair, same length even. *smirks*
Keith: I’m a man, in case that wasn’t obvious.
Old Man: Ah, indeed you are. But a man isn’t really a problem to you, is it? You’re married to a man yourself. *takes out a knife and hovers it on Keith’s jacket* So this wouldn’t be much of a— *leans over to Keith*

That was when Keith saw his opportunity. He kicked the old man in the chest with his knee really hard that the knife flew upward. Keith kicked the man again forward, making him fall off the bed and just in time for Keith to grab the knife as it fell down using his teeth. He took the knife using his feet and started to free his hands as quickly as he could. 

The man was groaning in pain and then he looked up at Keith trying to escape when he shouted “Guards!” Keith’s eyes widened when he heard more heavy footsteps approaching the room and he tried slicing his one hand free even faster. As soon as his one hand was free, he grabbed the knife with his hand and worked on the other one. The old man stood up to stop him by grabbing his shoulder. Keith turned around just in time to punch the man in the face, causing him to stumble back and make his nose bleed.

Keith: That’s for drugging me. *punches the man again* That’s for kidnapping me. *another punch* That’s for tying me in bed. *one last final blow* And that’s for having the nerve to think I’d let you touch me when I’m a married man.

Keith looked down at the bleeding man and for a second he felt guilty but the man tried to do unimaginable things to him. This was all self defense and he had every right to do it. He looked at the door and he saw five men.

Keith: Fuck this. You are all making me late to my cuddle session with my husband. *both clenched fists in front of him in a fighting stance*

Keith charged.

Shiro stopped the car to an abandoned house by the pier and the kids and him quickly got out. They ran inside the house and they saw coming down the stairs a man holding onto his other shoulder, huffing. The man looked at them.

Shiro: Keith. *covers his mouth with one hand*
Three teens: Daddy Keith!! 
Keith: *smirks* Hey. Fancy seeing y’all here. You came to rescue me? All—

He got interrupted when a man charged at him and Keith turned around to give him two punches on the face and one strong kick to the stomach that caused the man to fly to the other side, breaking the wall in the process.

Keith: *huffs* All is good. *hands on the hip*

Pidge, Lance and Hunk just stared at their Daddy in awe. Lance had seen him punch a guy before, but other than that, no one had seen Keith literally fight someone with more than one move. Shiro on the other hand just ran up the stairs to his husband and hugged him. 

That was when Keith broke down.

Keith: *clings to Shiro* *tears starts to falling* I was tied to a bed and an old man tried to—
Shiro: *hugs Keith tighter* *knits his eyebrows in anger* Shhhhhsh. 
Keith: *whispers* I was scared. So, so, scared. When he… *sniffs* I’d rather die than… but then I thought of you, and then the kids…
Shiro: *kisses Keith’s neck* I got you. We’ll report everything to the police, Keith. You did such a great job defending yourself.
Keith: Six men. I fought six men and one had the audacity to land a hit on my damn shoulder. Who the hell does he think he is? *scoffs* I’m Keith Shirogane.
Shiro: *smiles sadly* Indeed you are. 

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mike-a-liscious  asked:

Ah well! Uhm maybe n*18 of that writing a drabble post ("this is without a doubt the stupidest plan you've ever had, of course I'm in") and then like college AU? (you don't have to ofc I'm just weak for college AU luro) Honestly anything w college AU luro would be a blessing I was just looking at that posts Bc I'm bad w prompts lmao 😂 just do Whatevr you want I guess? I'm sure it'll be amazing either way 🙏🙏

Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooh-kay! This took a long time, and I’m really sorry bc finals, work and I was just generally exhausted bc im an anxious lil shit something but but!!! Here it is! 

I really hope you like it! It has no plot whatsoever but I think the interactions are pretty good and cute! First time writing Kuro so like, I tried??? 

Okay, I’m done rambling. OH OH, uh, not really beta’d at all. I apologize for any mistakes, hope u don’t cringe like agressively. 

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me. 

18. “This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had, of course I’m in” // Luro

“This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had, of course I’m in.”

Lance flips his boyfriend off before he drops to his knees and takes a small bobby pin from the back pocket of his jeans.

“Keep talking, Tadashi, and this is the last time I do something nice for you.” Lance threatens, his hands still focused on pick locking the door.

“Well, that doesn’t sound good for future horny me.”  The young adult mumbles before frowning, “And stop calling me Tadashi.”

“It’s your birth name, Kuro.” Lance replies, nickname rolling easily on his tongue, and waves him off with a shrug, “But fine, your wish is my command, babe.”

Kuro pouts at him and kicks him on the butt from behind, smirking when Lance yelps in surprise.

“How long have you been planning this, babe?”

Lance hums. “A month before you graduated last semester.”

Kuro’s eyes snap open in surprise. “That long? Babe, you didn’t have to do this, I told you back then that I was okay not getting a photo.”

His boyfriend scoffs. “Hell no. You graduated with honors, love, despite the fact that no one believed you could do it. You deserved to have your picture with the Black Lion, your career mascot! It’s a College Tradition!”

Kuro chuckles softly at the passion in the brunet’s voice. “The Director didn’t like me, we all knew that. I’m just glad I was able to prove them all wrong.”

Lance looks behind him over his shoulder to met his eyes and then he smiles softly. “Yes…you did prove them wrong and I couldn’t be prouder.”

Kuro flushes at the praise and looks away, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. “Oh, hush.”

“But still, babe! You didn’t get to have a picture flying the Black Lion! So, that’s why we are here for!” Lance grins proudly and Kuro snorts.

“To break into the Castle of Lions just for me to climb over a rock statue?”

“Heck yeah, we are.” Lance smirks and Kuro returns the smirk.

Director Zarkon won’t be happy with the fact someone climbed over his favorite kitty.”

“Director Zarkon can kiss my ass.”

“Ew, babe, no.” Kuro laughs, “Just hurry up, before someone catches us.” He urges, leaning against the wall nonchalantly besides his boyfriend.

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What We Already Know (1/?)

Summary: In a world where everyone has a device on their wrist that tells them the exact moment they meet their soulmate, Emma Swan is faced with the rare circumstance of having a blank timer. Things get even more complicated when she starts falling for Killian Jones, who, according to his timer, will meet his soulmate in six months. Captain Swan AU.

Rating: T for now, possibly M for future chapters

Author’s note: So I got this idea from the movie Timer. It’s a super cute movie and I highly recommend watching it! But you don’t need to watch the movie to understand the fic. This fic is for @stunningswan as a VERY belated CS Secret Santa gift! Sorry for the delay, Savannah! I was struggling with whether this should be a one-shot or a multi-chapter fic, and I decided to go for multi-chapter! I hope you enjoy! 

A double shot of rum is placed in front of Emma Swan and she spends no time in grabbing it and throwing it back. When she pulls the empty glass away from her lips, the timer on her wrist catches her eye, the blinking dashes where the numbers should be taunting her.

From the moment she got her timer inserted when she 14, that’s how it had been. “Don’t worry,” the time agency employee had said. “It doesn’t mean that you don’t have a soulmate. It just means that, wherever they are, they don’t have a timer yet.”

That’s what they told her. Twenty fucking years ago. And nothing has changed.

In the time since then, she’s watched everyone around her - friends, co-workers, complete strangers - find their soulmates. Or at the very least, they know when they’re going to meet them. Meanwhile, Emma has been stuck in a cycle of dating that always ended the same way.

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Mariana Trench

Prompt: Three times Michael has lied to either Gavin or Ryan for the wrong reasons, and one time he did it for the right ones. (GTA mavinwood)

For Olivia - thank you so much for all your support <3 <3


Michael’s in too deep before he even knows it.

It starts in a club the night after their first successful heist as a full crew, a motley assortment of bounty hunters, hit men and vagabonds that Ramsey pulled together from fucking Craigslist, beggars with big dreams who all have just a touch of eccentricity to them. Enough to make things work.

It’s the most fun he’s had in years. He’s known these men seventy-two hours but they feel as close as family already.

Well, maybe not quite like family, because the three of them have wandered away from the rest of the group to sit together at a booth close to the dance floor, and if they were family he wouldn’t be noticing how nice Ryan’s lips look as he lifts his glass to drink, or how the colourful lights flicker across Gavin’s skin so prettily, how good they look sitting side by side - Gavin latched himself to Ryan early on, like a little golden bird perched on the back of a huge dark-haired wolf - now their shoulders brush, they’re sat so close, and Gavin’s fingers trail across Ryan’s wrist to get his attention. Michael can’t stop thinking about how well he’d fit between the two of them.

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anonymous asked:

Consider. Fashion Designer Eunwoo and passerby Moonbin with the perfect proportions. My cousin is a FD Major and one time really needed a model so she just screamed at someone passing by in the quad to be her model and they got so shocked they dropped their coffee and just stared at her like she was insane after she ran all the way form one end of the quad to where they were. And that's how she found her husband-I mean model

ayO I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG dfjkahsdlkjfh is your cousin still dating them holy shit that’s so cute ;A; when will these ever happen to me asdjfhlkasjdhf you make me wish NYU had a quad when all we have is fricking washington square park


  • MJ pouting at Eunwoo because: “I really, really, really need a model by Thursday and I know you really do too so can we please be each other’s models" 
  • Eunwoo, giving MJ’s designs a once-over: “whoever you designed for is a lot shorter than I am” before going back to his own sketchbook 
  • MJ flushing and protesting because !!!!!!! firstly how did Eunwoo know he designed with someone in mind !!!! 
  • Doesn’t matter that MJ’s been sighing over an architect major every five minutes for the last month 
  • How did Eunwoo know!!! 
  • And secondly Jinjin isn’t that much shorter than Eunwoo!!!!!!!
  • MJ: 
  • MJ, pouting: 
  • MJ, pouting more: 
  • Eunwoo, finally: “just text him, I’m highkey sure he’ll do anything for you" 
  • MJ: “who are you planning to ask then?" 
  • Eunwoo flipping through his own sketch book in frustration because wow truly he really has good ideas but if he can’t find someone to model for him he’s screwed for the midterm 
  • And he’s designed for someone more or less built like him so it rules MJ out 
  • Damn 
  • Eunwoo snapping the sketchbook closed and peeking at MJ, who’s tapping rapid-fire on his phone 
  • "Can we go get coffee? Before I go insane?" 
  • Cue MJ and Eunwoo bouncing (MJ bouncing, Eunwoo striding) downstairs 
  • MJ rattling on about how Jinjin smiled at him this morning 
  • And they’re on their way to their campus cafe when suddenly 
  • Eunwoo sees him 
  • All long legs and lean body, broad shoulders and strong arms 
  • He looks like he’s waiting for someone, leaning against a lamp post, beanie on and earbuds in, scrolling on his phone and sipping coffee 
  • That’s it, that’s him, that’s the one Eunwoo needs 
  • And damn if Eunwoo isn’t going to catch him 
  • Cue Eunwoo going off at a dead sprint across the quad 
  • MJ: ??????? 
  • Eunwoo dipping in and out of pockets of people, keeping his eyes trained on this effortless model in a black shirt and jeans that he needs, absolutely needs to meet 
  • Binnie peeking at the time and frowning because Rocky is LATE 
  • Binnie even got coffee and he’s finished half his latte already and Rocky isn’t even close 
  • Binnie, sighing because forget it, he’ll go to meet Rocko at his classroom building instead 
  • Bin pushing off from the lamppost and turning to leave 
  • Eunwoo, scREAMING 
  • "HEY YOU" 
  • Bin tapping a message on his phone to Rocky
  • "HEY HEY" 
  • Bin looking up because what the hell is that noise 
  • Wondering the same thing as about a hundred other people staring at a beautiful guy in a dress shirt and vest and slacks tear through the park, sketchbook sandwiched under his arm and pencil behind his ear and measuring tape at his waist flapping out behind him 
  • Bin doesn’t know how to respond because wow this guy may be beautiful but he also looks like a madman running towards Bin 
  • "BE MY MODEL!!!!!" 
  • Bin:
  • Bin, blinking: 
  • Bin: 
  • Bin: 
  • Eunwoo, skidding to a stop in front of Bin, hair in a mess and doubled over panting: 
  • Bin: "um" 
  • Because I mean wow this man has impeccable taste in clothes he’s in a fricking vest 
  • And also really long eyelashes 
  • But that’s not the point 
  • The point is that this man ran through half the park screaming at him,,,,,,,, to be his model???
  • When Bin is on laundry day and is in his last clean black shirt that seemed a size too small when he pulled it on this morning????? 
  • Eunwoo, finally straightening and tugging his collar and looking up at Bin 
  • Wow, Bin’s brain comments, his eyes
  • Bin: "um" 
  • Very coherent, Bin’s brain muses
  • He’s beautiful, Bin’s brain adds 
  • Marry him, Bin’s brain suggests 
  • Bin: wait no wait I'm 
  • Eunwoo, opening his sketchbook and jabbing at a page: "I need a model for midterms and you’re beautiful please be my model" 
  • He thinks you’re beautiful, Bin’s brain whistles 
  • Option 1) act cool 
  • Option 2) stumble over yourself 
  • Option 1 please, Bin thinks 
  • Option 2 it is!! Bin’s brain cheers 
  • Bin: wAIT 
  • Bin: "um ah ok but you’re beautifuller???" 
  • Eunwoo: 
  • Eunwoo: 
  • Bin: "right yes ok but u can’t model ur own clothes right gotcha" 
  • Bin: "wait you want me to whAt
  • Eunwoo thinking that wow this boy has perfect proportions and a gorgeous smile and the brightest eyes but really, 
  • He isn’t the sharpest tool, is he 
  • Forgive him, Eunwoo, he’s too stunned by you ;;;;; 
  • Bin watching Eunwoo explain his midterm and practically begGing Bin to agree 
  • But frankly nothing goes into his head, he’s too busy looking at Eunwoo’s nose and his eyes and the way his soft lips round out his words 
  • Eunwoo: "please?”
  • Bin, automatically: “ok yeah" 
  • Bin: wAit ,,
  • Eunwoo almost breaking down in tears in relief
  • Rocko, finally appearing: "ayO bin what’s up?” the same time MJ appears: “hey Eunwoo found your model?" 
  • Rocko staring at Bin because wow Rocky leaves him alone for twenty minutes and he’s a model now???? 
  • Rocko staring at Eunwoo smiling at Bin: wow his model???????? Modelling for someone who should be a model???? 
  • Wow 
  • Rocko turning to look at Bin who’s smiling at Eunwoo 
  • Wow ok he hasn’t seen Bin blushing this much at a boy ever oOoOOoOoOooo 
  • Huh
  • Perhaps Rocko should be late to their meetings more often


  • Eunwoo, with pins between his fingers: "Stay still!! If you wiggle anymore the needles will shift!!" 
  • Bin, twitching slightly:
  • Eunwoo, whining: "I said, stop wiggling!!" 
  • Bin, pouting: 
  • Eunwoo, still looking at the shirt he’s fitting on Bin 
  • Bin, pouting some more: 
  • Eunwoo, finally looking up: 
  • Eunwoo: "oh alright, you big baby, fine" 
  • Reaching up to kiss Bin before leaning down again to adjust the shirt 
  • Bin, beaming to himself in a slight daze
  • Eunwoo, looking up and snorting because "Bin we’re dating you don’t have to wheedle me into kissing you”

Double bonus: 

  • MJ, slowly tapping his foot on the sewing machine: 
  • Jinjin, dubiously: “uh are u sure I need to be topless while ur fixing the shirt" 
  • MJ, looking at Jinjin like it’s the most obvious thing: "Uh yeS OF COURSE" 
  • Jinjin: "uh but you’re not going to be done with that any time soon so I don’t see why-" 
  • MJ: "for moral support, of course" 
  • Jinjin: 
  • Jinjin: 
  • Jinjin: ?????????????? 
  • MJ, mulling over it a while before finally tossing Jinjin a piece of cloth: "cover up" 
  • Jinjin, clutching the roll of fabric: "why the change?" 
  • MJ, grinning at Jinjin: "the faster I work the faster I can see you topless again!! it’s motivation!!!!" 
  • MJ watching as the blush works its way up from Jinjin’s chest all the way to his ears: :-)
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b>what Sherlock says:</b> i'm fine<p/><b>what he really means:</b> hmmm irene adler, dominatrix, has something to do with sex which i'm uncomfy af but ok. can manage. whoops maybe not. boobies. oh and smart af. can't read her. wtf! john is making a move. nopity nope. only notice me intelligent lady. detective what now? pozisyunofdcar! she's good. erm, american? ah, yes! measurements! wait, stabby. what's she stab me with? ugh got whipped. got whipped good. and she solved the case too? sleepy time. oh no wait my phone. weird af sound. jawn curious. hudders curious. me curious. erm christmas. mantelpiece. y u dead? im sad but too smart to admit im sad. bashed face but her. sad sad sad. not in the mood to eat. write sad music but heck im not sad okay. jawn rode a black car with a stranger. must follow bcoz lols. oops she's rly alive. y am i happy? and angry? confused af. imma throw dis american down the window because grrrr... jawn likes to talk about feelings. meh. happy new year bcoz y not. erm months experiment to find code. perfume in the air leading to bedroom. oooh sleepy time on my bed. haha gotcha with the fake phone. or not. lols i like you but im too cool for that. imma impress you with my fast thinking skills. tired af might reboot for a while. done. coventry woot! dnt know that? imma tell u coz im smart. y u looking at me like that? oooh closer. i'll take ur pulse just in casr idk. oops gotta dash sry. waaaah plane with dead? u here? wtf! u played me wth! moriarty's not ur type, y u lyin?!? i took your pulse -- ah yeaaaah! i took ur pulse and u like me and aha! punny passcode. im flattered but no. actually, yes coz imma fly miles to save you, and i'll hack them with my sword but i don't like you that much, just a bit, okay? i'll give you a special nickname too coz ur not important to me, just a tiny bit k? the woman? yas. don't like u at all but hey fam, get out of my head k coz i keep thinking about you at random occasions like wth? i'll pretend i don't reply but even if i change my phone, i'll still keep your text alert because lols. btw, thanks for the bday greet. u know where to find me so see ya soon.<p/></p><p/></p>
Love and Law

A/N: So got the inspiration for this by watching Bridget Jones’s Baby (as you do) mainly from Mark Darcy being a lawyer. Bit of angst but I might make a part two to this 🤔 (also Rachael is a name I randomly chose 😅) Let me know if you guys want one! Hope you all enjoy!

Warnings: Swearing, angst, PAIN (and probably so many typos, it’s late and I’m tired).


You sat in court with your head held high as you always did, being stuck on this high profile case meant endless amount of hours stuck in the office. You were barely home, only spending enough time to change and shower and squeeze in a few hours to sleep, you constantly worried about Sherlock burning down the house without your supervision. Luckily, John texted you updates.

You turned to your client, Mrs Jenkins, and the other lawyer assisting yourself, none other than a Mr Mark Darcy. Mark leaned over and whispered in your ear “He’s going to try and go for sixty percent.”

“He can’t do that…” You whispered back before the judge granted a day recess. You left with Mark and Mrs Jenkins, being greeted by a hoard of reporters and camera crews. Pushing passed them all you made your way to a car with the other two.

“I regret the day I married that man,” Mrs Jenkins huffed out and you sent a sideward glance to mark as Mrs Jenkins continued to ramble.

The car dropped you off outside Baker Street and you grabbed onto a stack of paperwork that you had to go through whilst Mark went through another pile “I’ll see you both on Friday, I’ll phone you both later or you can phone me.” You struggled to wave them off and struggled again getting in the door.

You huffed your way up the stairs and barged into the living room before placing the paperwork down on the table with a thud.

“Oh hello,” Sherlock greeted with a small smile “Tough day?” He asked seeing you clearly exasperated.

“You have no idea…Mr Jenkins is a pain in the arse,” you walked though to the kitchen “Where’s John?” You asked, noticing the absence of the blonde haired doctor.

“Right here!” He greeted you “Ohh,” he narrowed his brow “Tough day?”

You let out a snort of laughter under your breath “That noticeable? And yes it was…like every other day.”

“I guarantee you this case is going to last for a year and two months,” Sherlock smirked and placed down the blowtorch he had in his hand.

You shook your head and pointed at him accusingly “Don’t even joke about that.”

“I wasn’t joking,” he told you with a deadly serious expression, one which you rolled your eyes at and let out a sigh.

“I’m going for a shower,” you told the two and jumped into the bathroom. You turned on the water and let the warm liquid cascade over your skin, letting your aching feet soak in the water to ease the pain. Being one of Britain’s finest lawyers did take its toll. As you emerged from the steaming bathroom you heard a new voice in the flat, one that always could make your heart skip a beat.

“She said yes!” The voice said and you blinked as your once excited eyes glazed over with confusion.

“Said yes to what? Who?” You peered around the corner and held tightly on to your dressing gown. You couldn’t help but smile when you saw Greg and Sherlock noticed this…every single time.

“Rachael,” he said full of enthusiasm that seemed a bit too fake “I asked her to marry me and she said yes.”

His smile was laced with sombreness, but you didn’t notice, you were being engulfed by pain and heartbreak.

“Oh,” you managed to croak out “Well congratulations!” Your eyes filled with tears while your smile showed no sadness. You gave him a quick hug and pulled away a little shakily, your legs were sure to give way any moment now.

Your phone rang and your eyes lightly closed, that ring was either a curse or a gift at this moment in time…you suspected the latter. It would give you an opportunity to walk away from the man who crushed your heart with his bare hands. He had no idea he was doing it either.

“Sorry, I have to get that.” You walked over the table and picked up the phone “Hi Mark,”

You subconsciously smiled saying his name and Greg’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly “Yes I’ve got the case file, give me a moment…” You trailed off and walked to your room. The three men in the flat listened as your voice grew quieter before it was gone entirely.

“I should pop up and tell Mrs Hudson,” Greg sent the duo a thin lipped smile and John walked up with him, leaving Sherlock in the kitchen.

Sherlock gingery made his way to your room and pressed his ear to the door, you had finished your phone call. He let himself in and you jumped hearing the door lightly shut. Quickly wiping away your tears you turned to Sherlock with a smile “I’m just happy for him,” you told the consulting detective.

“No you’re not…” He softly spoke and sat on the edge in your bed beside you “It’s not too late-”

You cut him off with a dry laugh “Oh for Christ sake Sherlock he’s marrying her! Course it’s too late!”

He opened his mouth to speak again but your phone rang again with the name ‘Mrs Jenkins’ flashing across it. “I have to take this,” you told him and he left without saying anything else.

Six months later

“You were probably right about this case lasting for a year and two months…” You sighed out and placed your head in your hands.

Sherlock raised a brow “What do you mean ‘probably’? I’m always right,” Sherlock smirked and you rolled your eyes as you sat with him with a cup of tea in your hand as you went over more paperwork. Sherlock cleared his throat and motioned for you to look behind your shoulder.

“Oh!” Your eyes widened with surprise “Mark! What are you doing here?” You asked standing up and motioning him to come though to the kitchen.

“Sorry to intrude, the woman, Mrs Hudson I believe, told me to just come up. I have something I think you should see, it couldn’t wait.”

You nodded and turned to Sherlock who was looking at the two of you intently, he was staring at Mark a little too much “Uh Sherlock this is Mark Darcy, Mark this is Sherlock Holmes” you introduced the two.

“Ah Mr Holmes, pleasure to finally meet you,” Mark extended his hand and Sherlock lightly shook it.

“Divorced,” he muttered out.

“Stop it,” you warned.

Mark raised a brow “What?”

“Nothing!” You smiled “What was it you wanted to show me?” Mark pulled out some paperwork showing Mr Jenkins suspicious bank transitions to overseas accounts. He was shifting his money.

You and Mark were so engrossed in conversation you didn’t even notice another presence behind you until the person lightly coughed “Greg…hey,” you smiled, a little broken, you were still recovering from the news he broke six months ago.

“Eh hi,” he looked at Mark a little wary “I just came to give you this and one for John too.” Greg handed you and Sherlock an envelope, you opened it and your heart and stomach sank seeing the wedding invite inside it.

“Thanks,” you tried to make your smile seem genuine before glancing to mark who seemed slightly out of place “Oh god where are my manners?! Greg this is Mark Darcy, he’s the lawyer working alongside me for Mrs Jenkins case. Mark this is Greg Lestrade, he’s a detective inspector at Scotland Yard.” You tossed down the envelope on the table and Sherlock raised both brows at your actions as the two other men shook hands, their grip a little too tight as if they were subconsciously fighting for dominance in front of you.

“Nice to meet you,” Mark grinned “Sorry but I have to go, see you tomorrow Y/N.” Mark kissed you on the cheek goodbye, something he never did, a wave of confusion took over your face whilst a look of anger dominated Greg’s.

“How’s the wedding planning going?” You asked Greg, pretending to actually care.

“Eh it’s alright yeah,” he muttered out and scratched the back of his head.

Sherlock finally spoke up “If there’s anything I’ve learned from Y/N’s case it’s that there is nothing in love, just money nowadays…” You turned to him and looked at him if he was going a second head.

Greg growled under his breath “Yeah well thanks for those insightful words, Sherlock.” Greg’s sarcastic tone made you snigger and he felt a flutter in his chest knowing he was the one that just made you smile. “Anyway I have to go, see you both later.”

The DI left and you skimmed your eyes over the date of the wedding…it was seven months from now. You let out a sigh and Sherlock pursed his lips “It’s not too late you know.”

Your eyes flickered up to Sherlock before they returned to your work “Yes it is.”

Seven months later

“I could use this case as an excuse,” you told Sherlock as you paced about your room “It would be believable!”

“Y/N…” he warned “You’ve agreed to go. He’ll be disappointed if he doesn’t see you there.”

Disappointed? Sherlock I am fucking devastated!” You raised your voice and tried to hold back the tears and not ruin your makeup. Sherlock looked to the floor as you continued to unleash the feelings that had been harbouring inside you. From the heartbreak Greg had instilled in you to the stress of the case, Sherlock let you toss it all at him because you needed an output and you were always there for him. It was time he did the same. “Sherlock, I love him! There are you happy?! I said it! I love Greg and I’m supposed to go to his wedding and watch him with another woman as they commit themselves to each other for the rest of their lives?! Yeah! Fuck that!” You plopped yourself down on the bed and let out a long sigh, feeling a sense of relief telling the consulting detective all that.

“I understand,” Sherlock whispered out and kneeled down in front of you “But he’s your best friend and he needs your support. Don’t give up on your friend, you haven’t gave up on me or John yet have you? Be the bigger person, Y/N.” You blinked and softened your eyes hearing Sherlock’s words. Never did you think he’d be so sensitive.

Letting out a defeated sigh you told him “Only if you sit up at the back with me, I don’t want to be near the front.”

“I can’t see a thing,” Sherlock complained as he craned his neck up.

“Good,” you huffed out “I hate weddings.”

Sherlock rolled his eyes “No you don’t, you just hate this one.”

He was right. You looked to the front and saw Greg looking as handsome as ever. A pang of pain spread though your chest “I don’t want to be here,” tears began to well in your eyes “I’ll be crying,” you admitted “But not tears of happiness.”

“I know,” Sherlock crooned just before the wedding march began to play. You shut your eyes and opened them again widely when Sherlock grabbed your hand “I’m here for you.”

“Thank you,” you softly whispered as a tear steamed down your face. You both stood at the same time as Rachael, the bride, walked in with a huge smile on her face.

You gulped and shut your eyes again, hoping to wake up and realising that this was a horrible, warped dream. But it wasn’t.

Sherlock leaned over and whispered in your ear “You look more beautiful,” he pressed a comforting, chaste kiss to your temple.

“I can’t do this,” you lightly blubbered out “It feels like I’m having a heart attack Sherlock. The pain…it’s too much.

“It’s not too late-”

“Stop saying that,” you whispered snappishly. Of course it was too late. Everyone sat down when Rachael reached the front. John and Mary glanced around and sent you and Sherlock a concerned glance, one which Sherlock waved off nonchalantly to the pair sitting at the front.

As the person officiating the ceremony started talking you gripped into Sherlock’s hand tighter and he let you, especially when you had to physically bite your tongue when the officiator asked if anyone thought that Greg and Rachael shouldn’t be wed, that they should speak up or forever hold their peace.

You let out a deep sigh as Rachael said ‘I do’ to Greg. Your heart broke a bit more when she waited for him to say the same words.

That’s when you couldn’t take it anymore.

“I have to go-” you quickly rushed your words to Sherlock and let go of his hand, his eyes went wide and he felt his stomach sink hearing your heels clack quickly as you ran out the church.

“I-” Greg cut himself off hearing the noise and everyone turned to see you rushed out the door. As soon as you did the tears flowed freely and the sobs escaped your throat loudly. You got as far away as you could from the place and got into your car.

When you did your phone rang, you assumed it was Sherlock but it was Mark.

“Yeah?” Your voice broke a little.

“Y/N? You alright?” He asked, concerned.

“Yeah I’m fine,” you lied and wiped away the tears from your cheeks “What’s wrong?”

“The Jenkins case, they’ve moved the verdict to today.”

“Shit, today of all fucking days…” you muttered under your breath “Where are you?”

“On the way to the court with Mrs Jenkins. Where are you?” He asked.

You started your car and inhaled a gulp of air, trying to calm yourself down “I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

Back in the church people started whispering to one another about your outburst, Sherlock was frantically texting you. The officiator cleared his throat, capturing everyone’s attention again and the church filled with silence “Well Greg, do you take this woman to be your lawful wedded wife?”

‘Law…’ Greg thought to himself and glanced up to the door where he just saw you run out.

He gulped and turned to Rachael.


Oooohhhh cliffhanger! Part 2?? Let me knowwwwwww 😉

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Minhyuk hummed as he did some finishing touches on his little latte art and carefully pushed it across the counter, announcing that the latte was ready. A petite girl came bouncing over, carefully picking up the cup and carrying it back to her table.

It was a slow day for the Flower Shop. It was a slightly misleading name considering they were a coffee shop. But the owner, Jinwoo, didn’t want it to be Flower Boy because that would be cheesy, even though it was true. The shop was like something out of Coffee Prince. Everyone who worked there was beautiful one way or another. The other barista was the ever handsome Moon Bin. He’d actually been the one who introduced Minhyuk to Flower Shop. And unsurprisingly, Dongmin was the one who introduced Moon Bin to Flower Shop. It all just kind of fell into place after that.

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The Neighbor — Part. III

A Shawn Mendes Series.

Author’s Note: Here’s Part. III, holy shit it took me forever to write this. Thanks for reading. And feedback always makes me happy. :)))
Also tagging @babyshawwn bc of caramels.


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The following day, a quarter past ten. July 1st.
y/n was still asleep whereas Emily had been awake for a good hour. She was watching the news on the TV while eating her cornflakes, on the couch. They were talking a lot about Canada Day. Obviously, because it was the day.
y/n finally woke up, rubbing her eyes before looking at the time. She didn’t hurry over getting up and getting dressed, and she eventually reached the living-room where her flatmate was. The latter turned to look at her when she heard her.

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anonymous asked:

What's this thing about jikook and special days in Korea? I've seen it mentioned but I've never seen it explained. If you've posted it before I'm sorry, I didn't see it. I'd be super grateful if you would link it. Thank you for all the answers!

Hey there! I think I’ve never done any in-depth explanation on this, nor have i seen anyone explain.Honestly speaking, I think I’m in no position to talk, as I’m not familiar w Korean culture, so I’ll try to link all the interactions between them on these days instead of explaining in details what these days are all about. Prob just a brief one. ^^

/cracks knuckles/ Here we go.

From what I read, apart from public holidays in Korea, there’s also a special day on the 14th of every month for couples/singles to celebrate. E.g there’s Pepero Day, Valentine’s Day, Diary Day etc.For some inexplicable reason, Jimin and Jungkook were together on these days, and I’m not saying this without a concrete basis, because it’s mostly proven by Jimin n Jungkook’s Twitter uploads,as though they wanted to scream to the world “look at us”

Let’s start from January.

January 14th- Diary Day where couples give diaries as gifts

Note that in this video, there’s only the two of them, or maybe another member, who didn’t want to be included, which is pretty unlikely since Jimin always includes others, even if its for 0.00001 sec. So my bet is, they’re the only ones in the car (apart from the manager/driver). Date? 14th January, at approximately 11:51 pm KST. Coincidence? Maybe, but that’s not all.

(Important: Today was when Seoul Music Awards took place. Let me give you a hint… Orange hair + blue suits + backhug + whisper in the ear…got it? Yep! Jungkook gave Jimin a back hug on stage in front of hundreds of ppl on this day. Amazing, right?)

February 14th- Valentine’s Day

The video was uploaded today at 9:06 pm, but they had gone out two days ago, on the 12th. My question is, why on the 14th? Notice that Jimin was filming Jungkook initially, before he panned out and included Jin? (his caption was bout Jin tho) If you were here, you would’ve prob seen some posts on Jin being the chaperone in Jikook’s dates.Some time later after this “date” Namjoon revealed that he once went to Han River with Jikook. Putting two and two together, doesn’t it make more sense?

March 14th-White Day where guys give gifts to their girls

This time around, Jeon Jungkook was the one who uploaded the video, 2 MINUTES before White Day ended (11;58 pm) Please, please look at the caption “Jiminie hyung is sleepy, somebody please tuck him in” and please appreciate the precious time he took just to edit this video. He’s obviously in love with his hyung  

Later, Jimin left two comments saying “It’s really shocking Jungkook-ah I told you not to upload it right #JIMIN“ and “This hyung will go back home real quick. Be aware #JIMIN “

Either he took it himself and sent it to jungkook or Jungkook recorded it and they’re together, both of which are completely fine with me.

May 5th-Children’s Day

On this day, Jimin posted not one but three videos, in which jungkook was included in TWO of them. I can’t link any more vid so here’s the tweets

JiminxJungkook 1

JiminxJungkook 2

May 14th–Yellow Day/Rose Day

No video from both of them, but they still had quite a no of moments today.They were all over each other, from Music Core (where Jungkook became the MC) to their fanmeeting. Jimin did tweet something about Jungkook mc-ing and ofc he had to include the two hashtags #jimin and #kkuk. No twitter update but still, what a wonderful day for both of them.


September 14th- A Day before Chuseok and Photo Day

I really truly find this mindblowing. Jimin posted a funny video and again, like many other times, Kook was in it. The caption was basically “Happy Korean Thanksgiving everyone” but wow…Photo day landed on the very same day. Now…coincidence again? I’m gonna be trash and say no, this thing has occurred too many times for it to be claimed a coincidental event.

Here’s the Chuseok Video

//Jimin’s birthday October 13th//

Not related to anything but it’s still considered special, right? Especially for Jikook. Today, Jimin posted a video of him and Kook. Like always, no one else besides Kook. Also, we got to witness this

a very very special day for jimin AND Jungkook indeed.

That’s all i think. Id like to apologize if I make any mistake in this post. Oh and before I forget there’s also April’s Fools Day where Jikook dedicated the whole twitter to themselves (and Yoon/seok too). What do you say about Jikook and special days? Suspicious? Fishy?intentional? Coincidence? I’ll leave it for you to conclude bc I believe you’d have known my respond to this by now ^^

I would like to wish you a Happy Happy New Year in advance! May 2017 be filled with positivity, happiness, success, and more Jikook!!!! <3<3<3

Mistake (Min Yoongi)

Originally posted by beui

“I bought you a plane ticket to where she’s going, get to that god damn airport before she leaves and fix this or I will personally kick your ass.”

Word Count: 812

Genre: Angst, Fluff

I hope you like this anon, ah I’m sorry it took so long! I also hope this is the right airport chase cliche because apparently I was informed by a friend that there are a few?? Anywho, enjoy!

You took a deep breath as you sat on the couch to distance yourself from the seething boy in front of you.

“It doesn’t matter Yoongi, I leave tomorrow anyway. I’ll be back in a few months.”

“Fine then, leave.”

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anonymous asked:

If you are going to write arranged marriage hc you can make like that newt actually loves reader but she hates him(I'm the same anon)

Ok! Sorry for the wait! Also, I changed it just a bit! Hope that’s ok. Also, this is seriously my favorite fic I’ve written! Ugh…it gives me feels.

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Imagine: Being in an arranged marriage with Newt.

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“But, I don’t want to marry him Rosie.” Your voice cracked at the end of your words, heart heavy in your chest at the thought of marrying a complete stranger. But, your sister, ever the happy one, simply smiled.

“Oh, don’t be dreary Y/N. You think father would match you up with some blaggerd?”

You trusted your father, with everything, but losing your free will was not something to be happy for. It seems your hand was a high price, and the Scamander family paid it in full. Rosie tied up the back of your dress, fluffing out the bottom, and looking up at you.

“There. You look so lovely! I dare say Mr. Scamander won’t be able to keep his eyes off you.”

It was a dinner event in a few minutes, and on this day it would seem you’d be meeting your betrothed for the first time. A simple meeting before the wedding that was supposed to take place in a month. Your future was set before you, and yet it wasn’t something you wanted. This isn’t how you imagined falling in love, better yet it wasn’t even a promise there’d be love involved at all.

“Rosie…the man fancies himself a magizoologist. Whatever that is, I believe he made that title up.”

Your sister giggled at your cruelties, rolling her eyes and pinching your cheeks to create a blush. “Now be kind, sister. He’s actually the most prominent one in the beasts division at the ministry.”

“Rosie, he’s the only one…”

“Well, still. Better to be the best by yourself than the worst in the bunch.”

A smile formed on your features, and you pushed your sisters fussy hands away. “I’ll meet him. But, I won’t marry him.”

“Well, you’ll do as you please as you always do, Y/N. I, on the other hand, have heard quite the rumors about his older brother, Theseus. I hear he’s very handsome.”

Your sister trailed off about the older Scamander, and you couldn’t help but smile. If anything, her gaining some happiness from this situation was more than enough reason to just deal with tonight. She left the room, and you followed a bit after, entering the dining hall with a sense of dread. Every step closer to it, took you that much nearer to the future.

“Ah! My dear daughter!”

Your father, and the rest of the men stood from their chairs, awaiting your entrance. You smiled softly, not looking up because you were frightened of which man in here was your husband to be. Rosie motioned for you to sit next to her, and it was at least comforting to be next to a familiar face. With a sigh you sat down, looking up when a woman with red hair leaned over the table towards you. She was pretty, a slight bit older, but still ever the bit happy.

“Oh, my darling! I’ve been dying to meet you. I’m Your future mother in law!”

She clapped happily, taking your hand in hers as she stared at you. She was rather excited, and you’d be lying if you said her enthusiasm wasn’t contagious.

“My dear boy has been eager to meet you.”

At her words your heart fell, and you gathered as much courage as you could to ask. “Um…may I ask which one is your-”

She cut you off, pointing her butter knife towards a young, handsome brooding man at the end of the table.

“That is my oldest, and darling son, Theseus.”

Rosie leaned over to you, cupping a hand over her mouth as she whispered. “Isn’t he handsome, Y/N? Oh I believe he’d make a fine husband for me.”

A feeing of relief washed over you, for a moment you had believed him to be your fiancé. And as handsome as he was, his demeanor was rather off putting. You smiled at Rosie, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Go and talk to him.”

She did just that, hugging you tightly before excusing herself and heading in his direction. Just as you were going to ask about your fiancé, the doors to the dining hall flew open, and a young, handsome man stood there. His suit was of fine make, and his reddish brown hair was slicked back just enough to show off his features. He had a very freckled face, and you’d dare say he was a gentleman if not for the crooked bow tie he had on.

“Oh! My dear, Newton!”

Mrs. Scamander stood up, walking over to her son and kissing his cheek. Newton smiled back, fighting off his mother’s incessant affections.

“It’s a pleasure to see you too, mother.”

Your father walked passed you, holding his arms out as he went and shook the man’s hand. Newton’s eyes looked upon your father, and you couldn’t stop yourself from noticing how delightfully green his gaze was, sparkling brightly against the rays of sun that seeped through the windows.

Newton shook his hand quickly, scratching at his head as he spoke. “Forgive my tardiness…I was chasing my Niffler. Um, please excuse the mess in your ballroom, sir…I believe the chandelier might need some mending.”

Yet, your father hardly seemed to care for such things. He just laughed, and patted the man on the back and held his arm out towards you.

“Newton, allow me to introduce my daughter, Y/N.”

You felt the world crashing down on you, all the attention now on you as you slowly got up from your chair. The wobble of your knees betrayed the calm look you had, but you managed to stop just in front of Newton. His charming gaze met yours, and in that second your heart stopped. Maybe it was the few sips of champagne you had, but you ventured a guess that he felt the same that second.

“It’s a…” Your mouth felt dry, and you sighed as you bit at your lip nervously. “A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Scamander.” You held out your hand, waiting for a shake of his, and instead he just stared seemingly entranced by you.

His mother pushed him gently on the side, interrupting his thoughts. He shook his head, and grabbed your hand in his, but instead he flipped yours over, kissing the back of it gently.

“Um…yes, a pleasure.”

It would seem the whole room became quiet, all awaiting the first moments of love to take place. And you two just stood there, your hand still clutched in his. It was Rosie’s giggle that brought you back to reality, and you tore your hand away from his.

“Well, shall we eat?”

Your father’s voice filled the room, and everyone happily took their seats, conversation starting up again. Newton took his seat next to you, eyes never leaving your form. It was making you slightly uncomfortable, and yet your stomach would not seem to settle around him. A fine blush spread across your cheeks, and you glanced in his direction.

“Is there something amiss, Mr. Scamander?”

He looked away, embarrassed a bit at having been caught gawking. “Uh..no no.” He smiled, grabbing for his cup of champagne. “Forgive me. And please…Newt is fine.”

With a smile, you nodded at him mimicking his movements out of nerves and grabbing for your glass. “As you wish, Newt.”

He seemed happy with the change in titles, and he took a quick sip of his drink before engaging you in conversation.

“May I ask what it is you do?”

You turned the potatoes over on your plate, the realization that you’re a total stranger to him covering the attraction you felt when you saw him. With a bit of a rude tone you answered him.

“I’m set to be a professor at Hogwarts this semester. Potions.”

He didn’t seem worried with your tone, and he just smiled actually intrigued by your admission.

“Hogwarts is the finest wizarding school, I’m sure you’re proud to be-”

But, this polite conversation was getting to you, knowing you were talking to your future husband without so much as a say in the matter. You slammed your fork down, everyone’s eyes falling on you. The embarrassment you felt was overwhelming, and you gripped the edges of your dress and rose from your chair.

“Excuse me.

Your father got up to trail after you, but Newt held his hand up. “No, please allow me.”

He rushed after you, calling out your name as you ran down the halls of your home. It wasn’t like you had a plan in mind, you just wanted away from it all.

“Leave me be, Mr. Scamander!”

But, he didn’t listen, he chased after you until your heeled feet couldn’t take much more. You kneeled down against the garden walls of the outside, tears welling in your eyes. His footsteps came closer, and you waved your arm at him, willing him away.

“Please, just go away…”

Newt kneeled down next to you, eyes filled with worry. “Y/N…”

“I don’t want to get married!”

His eyes softened, and he gave you a knowing smile as he wiped a tear away.

“Then we don’t have to.”

His words took a moment to settle, but you gazed up at him in shock. “Truly?”

Newt nodded, and he grabbed your hand in his as he spoke. “I need you to understand, my intentions were never meant to cause you any ill will. I agreed to this marriage for my mother’s sake…and I won’t pretend that I’m…” He looked deeply into your eyes, a blush forming on his freckled cheeks. “That I’m not, um, entranced by you Miss Y/N.”

You felt those familiar butterflies again, only this time you did not panic at their formation. His understanding meant everything to you right now, and you gripped his hand tighter in yours as he continued.

“I don’t expect you to love me, not now, maybe not ever…but, if you’ll allow me the chance…” He looked down, not wanting to look you in the eye as he spoke the last part. “If you’ll have me, then I’d like to get to know you. And if marriage is in the future then, I would be honored to be your husband.”

It wasn’t the proposal your parents were quite hoping for, but to you both it meant the world. You smiled through your tears, and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek in gratitude. He returned your smile, and he rubbed the back of your hand with a soft comforting touch. “Then will you take me as a suitor?”

You giggled delightfully, nodding your head and whispering.


Making Out With UNIQ

Finally! This was hard for me since I’m not too familiar with UNIQ, but I’m getting to know them slowly. This was how I think they’d be, not accurate at all. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did! Continue with caution!

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isilwenshadewind  asked:

Sorry if you got this already, but I'm never sure with Tumblr... If you don't mind, could you do one where a heavily pregnant and injured Obi-Wan is captured by pirates or something and Anakin has to rescue him. Thanks!

Just a trip to Alderaan, some relaxation, visiting friends, a break from the stress of the temple and the pollution of Coruscant.

Fresh clean air for both himself and the baby.

Anakin’s hopeful, worried face as he presented the idea to him, Mace nodding encouragingly in the back while Yoda was quietly cackling at Obi-Wan being caught between a rock and a hard place. His lover and his friend being absolute wretched people to convince him to go to Alderaan to see Bail and Breha.

Obi-Wan had given in.

Seeing Breha sounded lovely and the trip to Alderaan with Bail had been nice, catching up with the other man face to face instead over the comm.

‘Go see Breha Obi-Wan. It will be good for you Obi-Wan. You could have fresh Alderaanian pears Obi-Wan. The baby would be good with some proper fresh clean air Obi-Wan. Please Obi-Wan, for me?’ He ranted mentally even as he bit in the whimper of pain that wanted to escape him.

Obviously he hadn’t managed as good as he thought as Bail instantly focused on him, the Senator’s eyes full of worry. “Obi-Wan?” He questioned only to grunt when a blaster was placed against his temple.

“No talking.” The man grunted before giving Obi-Wan a small leer that turned him cold.

Luckily the man stepped away, going back to his guarding of the prisoners when they quieted down.

Pirates had boarded the ship when they had moved out of hyperspace and Obi-Wan, six months pregnant, heavy and slowed down, had been no help though he had tried.

The guards had tried their best and Obi-Wan had done his part valiantly until he took a heavy blow to the stomach after a blaster impact had come fearfully close to his head and sprayed him with large chunks of shrapnel from the durasteel panels that downed him to the floor.

After that he had lost grip of time except for when Bail helping him as carefully as possible to sit up only for the pirates to painfully pull Obi-Wan’s arms back and tie his wrists and taking his lightsaber away as they gave Bail, the crew and guards the same treatment.

The Jedi gave the Senator as an assuring smile as he could muster though he was pretty sure that a bloody and bruised Jedi Master was not a reassuring sight at all. Not to mention pregnant.

He may also have a concussion from the shrapnel impact but Obi-Wan wasn’t entirely sure without touching his head and since his fifth month into the pregnancy his grip on the Force had been a bit tumultuous at best.

He shifted a bit closer to Bail and leaned against his friends side.

‘Anakin…’ He let his blood covered head drop onto the others shoulder. If they survived this, he’d apologize for smearing the expensive fabric with blood but everything ached and he was starting to feel so tired.

He jerked to when the ship rocked from an impact, eyes snapping open as he lifted his head only to hiss in pain as the blood had dried and glued his wound and skin to Bail’s shirt. “Wha-”

“A attack.” Bail offered as quietly as he could while the pirates were running around. “From who I don’t know yet but they aren’t pleased.”

“Rivals or rescue…” Obi-Wan frowned.

“They haven’t sent of the ransom demand yet, they were still arguing while you were passed out.”


“They were trying to figure out if you were worth anything to the order.” Bail pressed his lips together. “Or if they should jettison you since you were a Jedi. One less threat.” Obi-Wan felt cold at that and if his hands were free he would have wrapped them around the swell of his aching stomach.

“Ah.” What else could he say past the ache in his head and the worry that made bile rise up to his throat.

A telltale hum what felt like hours later made Obi-Wan close his eyes in relief. “That’s a lightsaber.” He breathed out and Bail gave him a small smile. “How much you want to wager its Skywalker coming to our rescue?”


“You two have an amazing connection. It wouldn’t surprise me if he felt an uprising in the Force and had a bad feeling as you say.”

A small breath, aking to a laugh, escaped Obi-Wan.

They could only wait and see.

Or well the others could because suddenly Obi-Wan could feel Anakin through the Force, his lovers signature brushing out against him with Bant’s following moments later. “I guess you were right. Force, that man…” He breathed out.

Whatever else Obi-Wan had been about to say was cut of when the captain of the pirates grabbed him by the arm and dragged him to his feet, pulling him along while placing the blaster to Obi-Wan’s ribs. Obi-Wan stumbled along even as Bail gave a shout of protest that was abruptly cut off by the door closing behind them.

Dragged through the hallways, Obi-Wan stumbled as best he could, coming closer and closer to the sound of blaster fire and lightsaber hum.

“EVERYONE FREEZE!”  The man shouted as they arrived where the fighting was happening, several pirates already on the ground.

“Obi-Wan!” Anakin froze before his face twisted into an angry grimace at the state of his lover. He took a step forward only for the pirate to dig the blaster into Obi-Wan’s ribs harder.

It served as the warning it was meant to be and Anakin froze.

However, Obi-Wan couldn’t see Bant.

He could feel her. But not see the Mon Calamari.

“That’s it, just stay right there or he and the little one may have to pay the price.” The captain sneered as a few of the downed pirates got up. Most were dead on the floor with saber burns through them. “Drop your weapon.”

Anakin glowered at him but did as told, dropping his lightsaber.

“Kick it over here.”

His glare gaining more heat, Anakin once again did as told, kicking it to the pirate captain. “Good Jedi. Tie him up.” The captain gestured to one of the survivors.

And then he cried out in pain and shock as a second lightsaber sliced his arm clean of, the blaster falling to the floor.

Anakin was instantly on the move and Obi-Wan pressed himself to the shuttle wall, holding his breath as he found out where Bant had gone. She had been waiting in ambush.

Without their captain to give orders, the pirates started to head for the escape pods in an attempt to get away, others outright surrendered.

There was a moment of quiet and then Anakin was in front of him, warm hands cupping his bloody face and making him look up into worried blue eyes. “Obi-Wan.” The other breathed out.

“Anakin…thank the Force.” He leaned into the younger man. “Bail and the crew, they’re in the upper deck an-”

“I’ll deal with it Obi-Wan. Skywalker, take care of him.” Bant offered quickly, being professional so Anakin could stay with his pregnant lover.

Anakin nodded quickly and gratefully before brushing his fingers over the dried blood on Obi-Wan’s face and hissing. “That sleemo is lucky Bant got to him first…oh Obi-Wan…is there a medbay on here?”

“I don’t know. There’s a medical kit in the crew lounge?”

Carefully guiding the Jedi Master along to the lounge, Anakin felt the distressed little glow inside of Obi-Wan slowly calm down as Obi-Wan started to calm down. “Then we reach the medical kit first for the worst of it. If there’s no medbay, we reach Alderaan and a medsenter there.”

“Alright.” Obi-Wan let himself be guided along, feeling the soft fluttery kicks inside of himself. ‘Its alright little one…we’re safe…daddy’s here.’

Your Promises, They Look Like Lies

Pairing: Jeremy Heere/Michael Mell

Words: 1.516

Summary: He had been in love with him as a child, and even more so after puberty smacked him upside the head with its baseball bat and made him a ball of raging hormones.

(Jeremy has a list of rules in regards to Michael)

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@loreli1313 asked for 5. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” from this prompt meme (still accepting btw, if anyone has any prompts they want).  This turned out…pretty angsty, sorry. I enjoyed writing it though (what can I say, I’m here for that pre-relationship angst).

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“Well, that’s us all done for the day, I think, Lieutenant.”

James nodded and stood, returning the smile Lord Hamilton was aiming at him, but not quite meeting his eyes.

“What do you have planned for the evening, Lieutenant?” Thomas’s tone was friendly, but there was an all-too-knowing glint in his eyes.

In truth, James had planned to see Miranda. She had as much as said that Thomas was fine with her extra-marital affairs, but that was not the same as him actually knowing that James himself was sleeping with his wife. Anyway, it wasn’t as if he could just come out and say, ‘oh yes, after this I’m planning to go and fuck your wife, sir’. James felt his cheeks redden at the very thought of it. But he couldn’t quite bring himself to lie to Lord Hamilton, in all his earnestness. He struggled with what to say, before Thomas apparently decided to put him out of his misery.

“Are you going to see my wife, by any chance?” he said. He was smiling, but there was a practiced neutrality to his tone that put James on his guard.

“I am,” he admitted. “Is that-” He swallowed, feeling excruciatingly awkward. “Is that alright with you, sir?”

Thomas blinked rapidly and James noticed, not for the first time, how long his eyelashes were.

“Of course,” he said, although his tone was somewhat strangled. He hitched a smile onto his face. “In fact, I rather encourage her. Although,” he added, almost as an afterthought, but James, who had known Thomas for nearly a month now, knew it was nothing quite so casual, “I’ve never been quite so close to any of her beaus before.”

James felt himself blushing and before he could stop himself, he said, “Wait a minute…are you– jealous?” He blushed harder as Thomas looked at him agape, but stuttered out, “because- if you are- we can stop- it’s not a problem- I mean to say-” He took a deep breath. Calm down, James, goddamnit. “Our partnership, and the work we have to do, is what’s most important to me here. I wouldn’t want to compromise it.”

Thomas, who had just been staring at him as he stammered away like an idiot, seemed to come to his sense. He shook his head. “No, I’m not jealous,” he said softly. “Not of you, at least,” he muttered under his breath, but Thomas was avoiding his gaze, and James felt sure Thomas knew he had heard.

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing. It doesn’t matter.” Thomas shook his head, looking angry at himself, as if he had said too much.

“Thomas,” James said, and the use of his Christian name when James tried so hard to stick to formality snapped Thomas’s attention back to James. “You’re not jealous of me for sleeping with your wife,” James said, his words blunt but his tone puzzling. “So what? You’re jealous of your wife for sleeping with me?” Thomas drew in a sharp intake of breath. “No, forget I said that, that was stupid,” he said quickly, praying that Thomas would just pass it over. God, that was the last thing he needed, his very confusing and shameful feelings for Lord Hamilton being mulled over by the man himself – the shrewdest man he’d ever met, to boot.

“No,” said Thomas, and James hunched over, defensive. “That’s- that’s exactly what I meant, James.” He could feel Thomas’s gaze on him, even as he avoided it.

“James,” said Thomas sharply. “Look at me.”

As if magnetised, James’s eyes jumped immediately to Thomas’s, and the depths in that gaze frightened him.

“James,” said Thomas again, sounding dazed, as if the smallest breeze could knock him off his feet, and God, why did he have to keep saying his name like that, it made his blood burn and rush to inconvenient places… “Do you…I mean, could you- feel-”

“I can’t, I’m sorry,” James cut in, before Thomas could finish and damn them both. “I – ah – I have to go,” he said. You coward, James Mcgraw. You bloody, bloody coward.

Thomas bowed his head in acquiescence. “Of course.”

“And, uh, give Lady Hamilton my apologies,” he said, hating himself more with every word. “Um – please don’t tell her about this.”

Thomas looked at him then, and his eyes were like those of a drowning man who had just been denied rescue, and he realised with a jolt just why Thomas encouraged Miranda’s affairs, why she was so sure he did not mind them – she knew, and it would cost him dear not to be able to talk about this. But, “please,” James begged, and God, how was he ever going to be able to look this man in the eye again, let alone work with him, but Thomas was nodding.

“Of course I won’t,” he said in a small voice, and fuck,he sounded like he was about to cry.

“Thank you,” said James hoarsely, looking at his feet. Then, finding no reason to linger other than his own guilt, he turned tail and practically ran out of the room, leaving Thomas looking after his retreating back, distraught.

What happens when a story like this nears its end? A story that’s been a deception, a ruse, spiralling out of hand?

What happens when, in what should’ve been just another game of chess, of your usual power-wielding and ‘I know what he likes’, you appear to have unknowingly invested something you never meant to involve or spend? Your critical moves were a success, the shiny trophy now within grasp, yet there’s the nagging sense that a part of you has been lost somewhere along the line, a part that you desperately wish to but cannot possibly amend – what do you do then?

You could think back to the beginning, that fresh new page featuring your sunny flat in Belgravia and a high-cheekboned detective smug about his disguise, a delusional yet brilliant man eager to impress. You could consider everything that’s happened since then, replay every move on the chessboard, every battle of wits, every carefully aimed pebble tossed into the seemingly still waters of your opponent’s heart and mind.

Count the little victories that curved your lips into a smirk, or the clever moves against you that took effort to not smile at with pride.

(You might even be able to pinpoint moments where something uninvited was rippling through your own chest. Ripples that may or may not have since churned into tumultuous waves - but that’s a different matter, and one upon which you do not dwell.)

No, no. That would be reminiscing. That’s what ordinary people do, and sentimental you are not. You know you have to continue, to keep playing this game that has somehow long turned into anything but. Onwards and forwards, without allowing a single glance back.

There’s something else that you don’t do. Fantasising about the impossible. Desiring the unattainable. You deal with that as part of your business, ever the omniscient spectator, seeing through pathetic minds from far above. The cool, detached catalyst, never an involved participant.

And yet. In a stolen moment near the story’s end, in the warmth and glow from the fireplace, face to face with a pawn that shouldn’t matter, the puppet who’s been hurt and about to be hurt even further but has presently chosen to side with you nonetheless, the lines blur between mask and self.

You touch your hand to his, and feel the pads of his fingers gently pressed to your wrist. His gaze finds yours, and for the first time after months of unyielding antagonism, you see a lost man without his intense, signature scan. His lips are parted, his pupils wide, his unfocused eyes flicking down. Your heart thumps. Your mask slips. For just this one moment, perhaps you can indulge too.

“Oh Mr Holmes.. If it was the end of the world, if this was the very last night, would you have dinner with me?”

He doesn’t hear the sincerity you haven’t voiced, unaware of the icy reality cast over your words. But it wasn’t hypothetical. Not the question itself. Not to you. This is the end. Of a story that’s been going on for too long. Of a world where there is no betrayal, no resentment, only you and him and your games and that something neither of you dares to address. It’s your very last moment together, before the finale of your game, before claiming your prize from the senior Holmes, before you breathe deep and have your mask once again firmly in place, before you–


Ah. Too late.