but i had no ideas whatsoever

Sheriff Knows Best

Stiles/Derek, G, 2K words, Sheriff POV, Coffeeshop AU, matchmaker!Sheriff

(Credit for the title to @cobrilee!)

This is an expansion of the following idea, written by the lovely @artemis69:

the coffee!AU, where John goes to the same coffee shop every day, and there is this very grumpy, quiet barista that always makes him amazing coffee and keep the best pastries for him. And one day the Sheriff learns that Derek is the one to bake them all, so he decides: this will be my son in law, I need a reason to have this man in my family for at least forty to fifty years. Then he matchmakes with no subtility whatsoever, basically offering his only son on a silver plate, Stiles spluttering all the way (but he takes Derek’s number anyway because the guy is just amazingly cute)

John’s on his regular morning stroll when he stops in his tracks and takes in the brand-new coffee shop, complete with a banner advertising their opening day. The little corner space has been boarded up for over a year, and John had no idea it was opening today.

Any new businesses are a boon for Beacon Hills, especially family-run ones like this one is rumored to be, so John ducks inside. It’s warm and homey, and there’s a pair of young dark-haired people behind the counter, close enough in features that they’re probably siblings. The quiet bickering points that direction, too.

They stop, though, when they see the Sheriff—the uniform tends to have that effect—and he pastes on his public servant smile. “Hi there. I saw this place was open and wanted to come on in and introduce myself. Sheriff John Stilinski.”

“Oh, it’s so nice to meet you,” the woman says, holding out her hand for a shake. A nice strong grip—John likes this girl already. “I’m Laura Hale, and I own this place with my brother Derek, our resident grumpy barista-slash-baker.”

Derek rolls his eyes at Laura, but his smile to John is genuine, if small. “Hi, Sheriff. Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise, son,” he says, perusing the case full of tempting sugary treats. “You made these?”

He nods. “Can I get you anything?”

John hums. “A medium coffee, and…any one of these delicious-looking goodies. You pick. Just don’t tell my son,” he adds, and Derek looks up at him.

“Your son?”

“I have slightly elevated cholesterol,” he says, stressing the word. “Nothing to worry about, honestly. But he polices my diet. I don’t think he knows about this place yet, though, so this is great.”

Derek hums. His tongs hover over a muffin—lemon poppyseed, it looks like—before moving to another one. Raspberry-almond, according to the sign, and well, John isn’t picky. Derek drops it into a little bag and hands it over.

“Happy to help,” he says.

John thanks him and opens the bag. Laura’s still pouring his coffee, but it smells so damn good that he can’t resist.

“Wow,” he says, his mouth full. “This is delicious.”

Derek looks quietly proud, and Laura claps him on the shoulder as she reaches over to hand John his coffee. “On the house, today, Sheriff,” she says. “Thanks for stopping by.”

“I’ll be back tomorrow,” he promises.


“Thanks, Nina,” John says dryly, leaning back so she can put his plate in front of him.

“You’re welcome, Sheriff,” she says with a friendly smile, ignoring his stink eye.

Stiles just grins at both of them and digs into his French toast. He insists on having their weekly father-son breakfast at Paulie’s Diner because no matter what John orders, Nina will only bring him an egg-white omelet with a dry English muffin. Stiles must have some serious blackmail or be paying her off somehow, and John is, he has to admit, grudgingly impressed.

“Don’t look so bummed out, Pops,” Stiles says, around a mouthful of what’s surely syrup-drenched deliciousness. “At least I let you have turkey bacon.”

“It’s not the same,” he says grumpily, poking at it. “But at least I’m getting a steady stream of baked goods now.”

Stiles glares at him. “Are you serious? From where? I thought I had paid everyone off.”

He knew it. “I’m not telling you,” he says, a little displeased with how childish he sounds.

“Fine,” Stiles says, sniffing. “I’ll figure it out, you know I will.”

He will, John knows. Goddamn, he loves his kid, even if his life goal seems to be depriving John from any and all delicious food. “And speaking of, I met someone the other day,” he starts, and Stiles gasps theatrically, his hand coming up to cover his mouth.

“Is this you crapping all over my dream of having Melissa as my stepmom?”

John sighs at the reminder. Melissa is…well, she seems happy with that Argent guy. Whatever. He’s not bitter.

“Not for me, Jesus,” he says, shaking his head. “For you.”

“Oh my god,” Stiles says, slumping back in the booth. “Eye roll” is too mild, John thinks. It’s more of a whole head roll. “Seriously, Dad, I’m only 25. You don’t have to marry me off quite yet. You’ll get your grandchildren someday, I promise. Stop trying to set me up with people.”

“I’m just trying to be helpful!” John protests. “He seems nice.”

And makes really good treats, he adds in his head. That’ll be a good trait for a son-in-law.

“And who exactly is he?”

John pauses. “I met him at the aforementioned undisclosed location.” 

Stiles snorts. “Find out if he actually likes dudes, then get back to me.”

“Okay,” he says seriously, and Stiles grimaces.

“No, Dad, don’t actually—”

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6

“You looked at me,” Rhys said, “and I knew you had no idea who I was. That I might have seen your dreams, but you hadn’t seen mine. And you were just … human. You were so young, and breakable, and had no interest in me whatsoever, and I knew that if I stayed too long, someone would see and report back, and she’d find you.

So I started walking away, thinking you’d be glad to get rid of me. “But then you called after me, like you couldn’t let go of me just yet, whether you knew it or not.

A Different Take on Transition Selfies for TDOV

My name is Amy (she/her)! I am pretty damn far along on my transition even after less than a year on HRT. I’ve changed a lot for sure, but there’s a point I want to get across by going backwards in my timeline with these selfies.

[March 2016] This is me now. I look a pretty damn good woman with that sidecut and blue/purple gradient don’t I? Look at how trans I am.

[February 2016] This is the first time I got high. I had a blast. My hair is noticeably solid blue, I look like a mess, and I’m not wearing a bra. Still trans at this point.

[January 2016] Look at how good my body looks! Estrogen has done wonders for me. My hair is orange this time (I like to mix up my appearance a lot ok). That lipstick mark is from my good friend and roommate @rosaceaex. I’m absolutely trans here.

[August 2015] Daaaaaaamn look at my makeup! My hair is a vibrant red here but it’s the same dye as the above pic - it just faded to that orange color. I’m not as curvy in this one, but I still look hot as heck. Still trans and still a woman.

[May 2015] Hey look my hair is the same color this time. It’s shorter for sure, but I’m wearing a pretty cute dress. This was also the month I started hormones! Yup, trans for sure.

[January 2015] Finally we are at the point where my hair is its natural color. I’m wearing a full on feminine outfit possibly for the first time. Though I’m not on hormones, I’m not curvy, and you can see a bulge in my skirt. But I’m still a woman at this point right?

[November 2014] My hair is definitely shorter here. And now I’m wearing a masc shirt! But hey guess what? I’m still trans, and I’m still a woman.

[September 2014] OK I look like I’m just trying too hard here. The makeup is kinda too much, and I’m wearing masc clothes even though they’re tight-fitting. But I still think I look good. And I’m still trans. Still a woman.

[May 2014] Very short hair, completely masc clothing, no curves whatsoever. I think I took this shortly after I came to realize I was trans. I’m still Amy here, and I’m still a woman.

[August 2012] Here I am at the Grand Canyon before starting my first semester of university. At this point I had no idea about the whole trans thing. I was still going by my birth name, he/him pronouns, and everything. But guess what? The person in this picture is a girl. Her name is Amy. She’s transgender.


No matter how far along you are in your transition, whether you’re closeted or not, your gender is still valid and you are still trans. You can still be proud on TDOV. No matter how late you figured it out or how much your identity has changed, your gender is still perfectly valid.

Being stubborn and unreasonable is a good way to make your business fail with me...

(long story. tl;dr at the end)

So I own a few residential properties, I used to maintain them myself but I have a small business that needs my constant attention so I hired a property management company to maintain the properties. Property management companies handle everything, fix anything broken, screen the tenants before moving in, evict them if they don’t pay rent etc, while I just collect my rent money minus their little reasonable fee they take every month. When I chose this company, who I’ll call SPM for shitty property management company, they seemed to be a very good company. Local, been established for awhile, nice people, etc. I needed help marketing my properties and getting good tenants moved in, so I chose them.

While most of my properties we’re vacant at the time, I did have a few occupied, and 1 tenant living in my higher-end condo property and he was my favorite tenant, who we’ll call FT. I screened him and approved him myself before I hired SPM. He was a very good tenant and he rented from me for 3 years which is a long time and a great thing for landlords. Paid rent on time, made repairs himself without deducting rent, didn’t smoke etc. I ended up getting to know him because he wanted to buy the condo and he was a great tenant, so we became very good friends.

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ig this might be due to being gay being a big part of my identity and sense of self but the idea of a fictional utopia where sexual orientation basically doesn’t exist and everyone just likes who they like is just very alienating to me. representation politics are very weird and flawed but if we’re going to get into the types of characters i identify with in media and who’ve had a long lasting positive impact on me, they aren’t ones who just so happen to be involved with other men without it being addressed whatsoever, they’re specifically and culturally gay and that’s a part of their character and narrative. the idea of losing that for this weird, theoretical, enlightened society where same gender sex or romance just happens by chance without ever being something important or specific just makes me feel very weird and sad.

Sherlock “I Love You” Scene With Alternative Tragic Ending (4x03)


The “I Love You” Scene from 4x03 with an even more heartbreaking twist. (I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!)


I discussed the final problem with a colleague and she had a pretty damn convincing point: it doesn’t make any sense that there were no explosives in Molly’s flat. Euros has no regard whatsoever for human life. She kills the guard and his wife and the three brothers without even blinking an eyelash. She’s even prepared for Sherlock to kill Mycroft - her own brother. So… why spare Molly Hooper? And so this idea was born.

Am I a masochist for editing this? Maybe.
Are you all gonna hate me for this? Possibly.
Do I deserve to be punched with a shovel? Well, most definitely.

Anyway - I’m EXTREMELY nervous about this. Even though I spent a lot of time and work on the special fx I’m not a motion designer and I’m afraid they might look a bit… cheesy? I don’t know. The lovely  @remember–the–best encouraged me to upload it because I was too chicken to do it. So, it’s all her fault really. *laughs* It’s blocked worldwide on Youtube so it’s exclusively on tumblr. You’re welcome, folks! ;-)

Time Waster [j.j.]

Jughead x reader in which (Y/N) is desperately trying to deal with her feelings.

Part two: https://jvghead-jones-iii.tumblr.com/post/158009117566/time-waster-pt-2-jj

Part three: https://jvghead-jones-iii.tumblr.com/post/158033527367/time-waster-pt-3-jj

Part four: https://jvghead-jones-iii.tumblr.com/post/158258806451/time-waster-pt-4-jj

((Y/I)= your initial)
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(Y/N) (L/N) didn’t have many friends. At least, she didnt until the mysterious disappearance of Jason Blossom.

Jason Blossom’s disappearance-turned-murder had turned (Y/N)’s life completely upside down. She had been down by Sweetwater River the night of the school dance, the night when Jason’s body was discovered.

She had gone to the dance with Reggie Mantle, her best friend. They had been friends since kindergarten, and he protected her fiercely, never letting Chuck or any of the other guys put her in the playbook. When Reggie had noticed Chuck looking (Y/N) up and down as they were dancing, he decided it was time to leave. Instead of dropping her off at home, he had dropped her off at Sweetwater River, knowing that the girl had a tendency to wander around.

She had been relaxing on a rock, knees hugged to her chest, when she heard two voices coming towards her. She had gotten up and turned on her phone’s flashlight, pointing it at the new arrivals.

“Kevin?”

“(Y/N)?”

The young girl chuckled before noticing Moose behind him. She gave Kevin a knowing look as she talked, “So, what brings you guys here?”

“We were just gonna go for a swim,” Moose replied hesitantly. “Aren’t you supposed to be with Mantle?” He asked, walking past her.

She shook her head. Kevin grabbed her by the wrist as he dragged her along with him. “Oh god (Y/N). Don’t leave me,” he said, rolling his eyes at Moose.

They walked down the river bank until (Y/N) tripped on something. It was a shoe.

A shoe that belonged to the once living Jason Blossom.
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Getting interrogated by Sheriff Keller after finding Jason Blossom’s dead body tends to draw a lot of attention to an individual, and lucky for (Y/N), she had managed to draw the attention of Riverdale’s very own super sleuth. A boy by the name of Jughead Jones.

She had also gained the attention of Betty Cooper, who had taken it upon herself to befriend the (H/C) girl. Luckily for both of them, they clicked and soon, B & V became B & V & (Y/I). (Y/N) began spending a lot of time at the Cooper’s residence, often staying there for long periods of time. She still hung out with Reggie, but he understood that she needed a female friend to talk to.

By being associated with Betty, (Y/N) quickly became integrated with the rest of her friends. Her and Archie got along marvelously, and she had a good friendship with both Veronica and Kevin. Jughead, on the other hand, was more curious about the mystery of Jason, although he couldn’t quite figure out why this girl intrigued him so much.

Pretty soon, Betty garnered both (Y/N) and Jughead’s help in restarting the Blue & Gold and they all began chasing after the truth, (Y/N) especially due to the fact that she had discovered the body. Her and Jughead often worked together and Jughead found that this worked out perfectly for him, as he could now get any information about Jason’s discovery from her.

He quickly realized she didn’t have much to say on the topic, but a beautiful friendship had formed.

It was only when they went to visit Polly, Betty’s sister, that (Y/N) realized that her feelings for Jughead had grown from friendship to something more.
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“What if I really am crazy?” Betty asked. She was lying down on her bed as (Y/N) paced across her room. Betty’s parents had put them both on house arrest, seeing as they had gone to see Polly.

“Bets, you’re not crazy,” (Y/N) sighed.

“Fine, fine,” Betty said. She quickly sat up as a thought came to her mind. “What’s going on with you and Jughead?”

“What?” (Y/N) questioned as she turned to the blonde haired girl. “Nothing’s going on there. We’re friends.”

Betty smirked. “Those looks you two give each other are anything but friendly.”

(Y/N) looked down as she felt her face grow hot. “So maybe I have a teensy crush on Jughead,” she admitted.

“I knew it!” The blonde haired girl exclaimed, jumping up. “I knew you liked each other.”

“Betty, chill,” (Y/N) said. “He probably doesn’t like me back.”

“He does. I’m sure of it. You should tell him!”

(Y/N) looked out the window before looking back at Betty, “I’ll think about it. Hey, you’re parents are gone.”

Betty brightened up even more, “Great. I’ll go grab some food while they’re gone.”
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Betty had been gone for about 20 minutes when (Y/N) heard knocking on the window. She had been lying on Betty’s bed and quickly sat up, only to see Jughead at the window.

(Y/N) quickly rushed over and opened the window, laughing slightly at Jughead.

“Hey there, Juliet,” Jughead said, red spreading across his face as he saw (Y/N). “Nurse off duty?”

“Jug, what are you doing here?” (Y/N) asked as she helped him climb in.

“I came to check up on you guys.”

Betty walked in at the wrong moment. (Y/N) was helping Jug get his balance and he was leaning heavily on her.

“So…what are you two doing?” Betty asked.

“Jughead here,” said (Y/N), motioning to Jug, “Came to check up on us.”

She made sure to emphasize the word ‘us’, not noticing Jughead frown as she did.

‘Maybe she doesn’t like me the way I thought she did’ he thought to himself.

Betty faltered at both her words and his expression as she brought up the pizza she was holding.

“Who’s hungry?” She asked.

(Y/N) and Jughead exchanged smiles. “I’ll go get plates and napkins,” the (H/C) girl said.
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It had taken her less than five minutes. Less than five minutes to get plates and napkins and head back upstairs.

She was happy, they had managed to talk to Polly and now she was going to spend the afternoon with two of her favorite people.

She stopped abruptly as she got to Betty’s room. There, in the middle of the room, stood Jughead and Betty, kissing. Jughead held her face so gently, as though she’d break if he held on any tighter.

They hadn’t noticed (Y/N)’s presence until she dropped the plates she was holding and they shattered. The two teens sprung apart as they heard the noise, turning around to see (Y/N) bend down and picking up the shards whilst muttering apologies.

“I’m sorry guys, I didn’t know,” she said. Jughead bent to help her and as he they reached for the same piece, she flinched, cutting herself with the porcelain and leaving a long, deep cut on her hand.

“Oh shit,” she cursed. She quickly got up and turned to Betty. “Uh Betty, I have to go. Reggie just texted me, he needs my help with something. I’ll see you guys later.”

“Wait, (Y/N), your hand,” Jughead began. He flinched as the (H/C) girl looked at him with tears in her eyes. He had fucked up. Badly.

“I’ll be fine,” she muttered, looking down. “I’ll get Reggie to help me.”

All she could hear was Betty and Jughead calling after her as she ran down the stairs and left the house. She couldnt believe she had been so stupid as to waste time and feelings on someone like Jughead Jones. Of course he would choose Betty over her. As she reached the door, she felt someone pull her back. Jughead.

“(Y/N), wait.”

“Listen Jug, I gotta go,” she wouldn’t look at him. “Go back to Betty,” she said sofly. “I’ll see you at school.”

As she left, Jughead groaned and kicked the wall before heading back upstairs. Betty was in tears as she turned around and showed him (Y/N)’s phone. She had no texts from Reggie whatsoever.
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Wow guys. Two posts in one day. Heck yeaaaaa. Anyways, I got this idea after watching episode 6. Hope y'all like it.
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Tag List : @blisshbee, @wisestydia14, @cleohalestilinski, @do-somethinglovely, @divastar777

A Sweet Dare

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: language, fluff, crack (not the drug guys…)

Word count: 931

Summary: Dean tries to change the reader’s opinion on something that is very very important to him…

A/N: This fic was not planned whatsoever. I had this idea and simply had to write it down. I hope you like it!

Originally posted by devoiddean

“You can’t be serious Y/N!” Dean hollered at you.

“Dean… so what? You’re totally overreacting!” you rolled your eyes in annoyance. The older Winchester had a tendency to be overprotective when it came to things he loved dearly but enough was enough.

He put his hand on his hip like an offended middle aged women with hot rollers in her hair. His eyebrows shot up as he opened his mouth to continue on with his rant.

“Umm, I personally don’t think I’m overreacting at all. In fact Y/N, my entire view on you just changed. I don’t get how you could ever say something like that?! Seriously, I’ve never met someone who thinks the way you do. I currently doubt whether or not you’re even friggin human!”

“DEAN! Just calm the fuck down! It’s just my opinion. You can have your own. Can’t we simply agree to disagree? This is getting ridiculous…” with open arms you took a step towards him but all he did was putting his index finger up, signaling that he was nowhere near done.

“You. said. that. pie. tastes. gross,” Dean punctuated every word as if doing that would make you understand why he was reacting the way he did. Of course, you knew how much he loved pie but you simply didn’t. Why was he making such a big deal out of it?

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BTS Reaction #2- Ideal Types/What Type of Couple You’ll Be

 Note- Just a quick description in what I think the members would like and dislike in a partner and what type of relationship I see them being in.


HOSEOK-  The dancer of BTS would most surely need someone who is as optimistic as him.  Not that you have to be cheery 24/7 and as energetic as him, but he wouldn’t be able cope with someone who sees the glass as half empty rather than full.  I don’t see him having high standards, all he needs is someone who is kind and cares about him and I think he’ll be satisfied.  However, I do see him being very clingy.  Wherever he goes, he would want you to come as well.  If you can’t, best believe he will be blowing up your phone asking to facetime and chat.  Hoseok would not be able to be with someone who needs space, he wouldn’t understand the concept of you not wanting to be with him all the time.  Being his partner would be time consuming and I suspect he could get easily jealous.  However, your relationship would be very stable and I see him dating one girl for a very long time before actually popping the question.  I don’t think he would date around and he would be the least likely to cheat.  

  You guys are a more subtle version of Jin and his partner.  Unlike that couple, you would actually go out a lot and I see him taking you to the gym and dance practices.  He would always be talking about this new restaurant or cafe that he would like to take you to and there would be no shortages on how many shopping trips he would fund.  He would be a firm believer in couple clothing and it would be very rare to see one of you without the other close by.

Originally posted by jhope-ah

Originally posted by lovershub


JIMIN-  Jimin needs someone who would actually ground him.  I think his partner should be someone who is very trustworthy and would actually keep him home.  Not to say he is a child, but I think he would need a partner that would make him want to become a better man.  This means you must be mature and caring.  Jimin is the type of man who I think is easily seduced by other’s interest in him and thus I believe his other half must be a sort of strong person that wouldn’t let others walk all over them.  I really see him ending up with a noona.  He would find strong willed personalities really attractive and sexy but he wouldn’t be able to stand a partner that is always demanding to be taken care of.  Rather, he would like being taken care of.  You must be the type to take charge and confident in order to be seen as sexy in Jimin’s eyes. But I’m warning you, I think Jimin might be the type to cheat.  Not that he’s a bad person, but he knows others see him as attractive and it would be a bit too tempting to him not to use that power.  

  You guys are the couple that have everyone jealous.  Both of you are so confident and sexy, you were nicknamed the ‘it’ couple.  Jimin would brag about you to others, just because your so gorgeous and hard working.  You two would often be seen at parties or social gathering, having fun or just joking around with the other young members.

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Originally posted by lostinhistorypics


TAEHYUNG- This man will be partnered up with someone who is fun.  His future soulmate must be fun, funny, kind and sometimes a little bit quirky.  In some cases, opposites attract but Taehyung would need someone similar to himself.  He wouldn’t be able to stand someone who is always caught up in the same old schedule.  He would need someone who is spontaneous and willing to try out weird things.  He would hate it if his partner was someone who is always working and not giving him time.  He would love it if you were always looking for a new hobby or invention to take part in.  You would need to be weird enough to keep him interested.  Chasing butterflies one day and building scientific volcanoes the next.  Between you two, there is never a boring moment.

  You two are the couple that are always doing the weirdest things.  Pranks, weird food creations, constant odd challenges and late nights of doing nothing but talking to each other.  You guys are the type of couple to just randomly leave in the middle of the night for a weekend trip to Italy for literally no reason whatsoever.  

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Originally posted by perfectfeelings


JUNGKOOK- Although young, I think he knows enough to have an idea of what he wants in a partner.  Jungkook can be a little awkward around others, so I think he would like it if his girlfriend or boyfriend was laid back and had some of the social skills that he lacks in.  You would need to be chill and calm, in order for him to feel at ease with you.  he would also love a person who is playful enough to be very close with his members.  He talked about his ideal type before, but I personally feel like the what he said before was too high of a standard even for him.  I totally see him with being with a tom boyish girl.  However, he is the youngest and is so used to be taken care of, I think he would need a someone who would cook or at least clean after him.  He would’t be able to stay with a person who doesn’t care after him.  Jungkook is also a virgo so I feel like he would be very stern with his standards. If you don’t fit them, he wouldn’t hesitate to break it off.  In conclusion, I think he would need someone who is laid back, fun and sort of boyish but at the same time someone who would take care of him behind closed doors.

  You guys are the couple that are more like friends than boyfriend and girlfriend.  You tell each other everything and are always playing pranks on the other members.  Rather than sexts, you two send memes and derp pics to each other and share so many inside jokes.  But, at the end of the day, he comes home to you and shows the vulnerable side of the golden maknae and you take care of him.  Your relationship might be bit odd, but it works for both of you.

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Originally posted by atahaninan


Please like and follow.  I would love more requests for reactions and scenarios, if you have one please message me since my ask box is broken.

Team  [ P.P ]

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Request: Could you do an imagine where Peter falls in love with the new vigilant? She has the power to create illusions on people’s mind making them believe they’re really in that place (idk if I’m explaining myself right). Thank you so much for your time ❤ 

Word Count: 1,122

Warnings: None lol

A/N: This isn’t exactly what was requested but I hope this is good for the anon! I apologise in advance for not being my best piece ohmygosh my excuse is that I was on the bus when I wrote most of this.  

Masterlist

“Stop getting to my bad guys before me!”

You whip around to face the voice of a hero all too familiar to you, your eyes narrowed beneath your domino mask. Spider-Man now stood directly opposite you, the wind of the rooftop not having any impact on him whatsoever.

“Excuse me?” You question, unable to hide the smirk on your face. This wasn’t the first time you had met Spider-Man. In fact, it was far from the first time. The two of you practically knew more about each other than anyone else-even though you had no idea who was under the mask and vice-versa.

“You heard me,” Spider-Man replies, stepping forward as he cocks his head to the left. “Every single time one of my guys is causing havoc, I always find you in the middle of it. You always make it worse so please, deal with something else.”

“Listen here,” You glare at him harshly, knowing that he would be unlikely to notice through the midnight coloured mask that covers your eyes. “Who are you to tell me what I can do and what I can’t? Hm?”

He rolls his eyes unknowingly to you, resting a hand on the back of his neck. His movements and posture is somewhat lazy, tired after having to deal with more than his usual. To him, you were to blame even though he knew it wasn’t really because of you. He just needed a fitting reason to fill in until he could think of another.

“Fair point. But please try not to throw punches in a fight that isn’t yours. I know you’re powerful and all but the bad guys get angry when you make them think they’re on the other side of the planet.”

“That’s the point, stupid.” You step away, your eyes snapping to the street below at the sound of a high pitched shriek. You send Spider-Man a mock salute before sliding down the ladder of the balconies along the side of the building, leaping from one to another before you’re on the ground.  

The man was dressed in dark jeans and a black hoodie, the fabric pulled over his head to cover his face. There was a middle aged woman walking in front of him, her young daughter’s wrist gripped firmly within her hand. You could tell she had noticed the man begin to follow her by the way she had tried to subtly fasten her pace and by the way she pulled at the toddler with urgency.

It was the small child who had let out the scream when her mother had roughly taken hold of her wrist. Thankfully, you had noticed the man walking predatorily behind the two and decided to take action on it.

Spider-Man had found himself by your side within seconds, his eyes raking unconsciously over your body quickly as you kept your footsteps silent. He had found you insanely beautiful the moment he had met you despite the mask that hid your identity and he couldn’t help but try and push away the weird feeling that had washed over him as he watched you now. He shakes his head, snapping himself out of his thoughts.

He raises his arm to shoot his webs out at the man but before he can do anything you place your hand on his arm, shaking your head as you point to the woman and her daughter. You had to wait for him to make a move before you made your own move but that didn’t mean you couldn’t plan ahead. Spider-Man nods as he understands what you’re getting at, matching your speed as you begin to walk faster.

The glint of a knife catches your eye as the man raises the arm that isn’t holding anything and reaches towards the pair. Before he has the chance to do anything you shove the man to the side, earning a frustrated yell from the man as he quickly regains himself. Your eyes flicker to Peter as he moves to the woman, taking the child in his arms before he pulls them away from the scene. He makes short eye contact with you as he shoots his webbing, swinging with the girl in one arm and the woman clinging onto him with his other.

The man lunges at you with the knife, ready to slice your skin but you kick him once, moving your hands and placing two fingers on either side of his head. The man’s eyes widen as he finds himself in the middle of a forest, the tall buildings around him turning into thin and long trees.

“What the hell?!”

You chuckle as the man stumbles backwards, throwing a strong punch to his face before you hit him another time with twice the force so that he’s knocked unconscious. With a thud he lands on the floor, his back falling against the thick pole of the street light.

You spot Spider-Man as he lands beside you, his arms empty of the woman and child. That was fast. Flashing him a smile, you motion at the man with mocking movements, pretending to fire your own imaginary web shooters. He shakes his head, letting out a chuckle and a sigh as he shoots his webs at the man, securing the man against the pole for the police to collect him.

“That was quick. The woman and her daughter?” You ask, meeting his gaze. You were surprisingly close to him, your chest almost touching his.

“They’re fine. I got them to their apartment safely. It was only a block away.”

It was no secret to you that he you found him mind blowingly hot and you usually took pleasure in teasing the hell out of him but for some reason you didn’t have in you tonight. All you wanted was to wrap yourself around his toned body and kiss the life out of him.

So you do. You step into him, gently pulling his mask over his chapped lips and placing your own on top of them. He freezes for a second before slowly melting into the kiss and wrapping his arms tightly around your waste. Your arms wrap around his neck, playing with the ends of his mask.

You’re the first to break the kiss, pulling away before it got too heated. You send him a smirk, your arms still hanging around his neck and his still holding your waist. With a sigh, you step back from him, slowly moving away from him. You blow him a last kiss, turning to make your way home to pack in for the night. But before you go, you make sure to leave him with your voice playing through his ears on repeat.

“We make a pretty good team, Spidey.”

Ok so I’ve had these ideas in my head for a while now, I’m not very good at writing (specially in english) but I wanted to share it anyway.

Red riding hood AU, sort of. Hanzo as the Red Riding Hood and McCree as the Big Bad Wolf (also known as werewolf!McCree and hunter!Hanzo lmao). 

A few things about the AU under the cut.

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Laurent: ‘Don’t …toy with me - I have not the means to defend -  against this.’

What she says: ‘I’m fine’.

What she means: Laurent had to fashion multiple coping mechanisms to simply be able to survive the sheer amount of mental and physical violence committed against him by his uncle that it’s become second nature to be able to parry such blows. That he’s been shown no kindness whatsoever in the last seven years, that he has no idea how to respond to it. That he thinks there is no way Damen could mean it because who could mean such things towards Laurent? He’s incapable of being loved. But he really likes Damen, he’s kind and sweet to him, so if this is some kind of game to him, if he’s playing with him, he’d rather he not because such words make him think Damen is sincere, which gives him hope for their future which is knows can never happen when he’s like this and they are who they are..’

Just Go - Reggie Mantle x Reader

Really angsty kinda sad fic because I wanted to break @cordelia-stark-jones​ heart - Requests are open.

Masterlist   Part 2

Originally posted by veronicsalodge

You and Reggie had been dating for months but he had still not made it public. Now, you wouldn’t have minded but you knew Reggie’s reputation and that goddamn play book made you question everything.  He would barely talk to you in school and whenever you would hang out, it would only ever be at your house - never his.

“Reggie,” you mumbled quietly as you stood beside him at his locker, “Reggie, we need to talk.”

“Not right here though.” He said confused, “can it wait?”
“That’s why we need to talk.” you said sourly. “You know what? Just don’t bother.” you could feel your heart hurting profoundly in your chest, “Don’t bother coming over tonight. Or ever for that matter.” Reggie’s head finally snapped to look at you.

“Wait, what?”

“You heard me.” you murmured quietly as you walked away, waiting for him to call after you but he didn’t. You think that is when the tears began but you couldn’t be sure. You couldn’t remember.

You were lying on your bed completely zoned out trying not to think about what happened in the corridor. You knew you should have listened to Betty and Archie - that dating him was a bad idea but no, you were convinced that you could change him. What a fool you looked then. You got a shock when you heard a knock at your window. First lightly but when you saw who it was and ignored them, it got louder.

“What do you want, Reggie” you asked quietly after opening your window and letting him clamber in.

“I want to know what has upset my girl.” The way he said it, like he had no idea whatsoever about how selfish he was, “(y/n), what is it?” you stayed silent for a moment, your back still turned to him refusing to look.

“Why are you ashamed of me, Reggie?” you asked with tears brimming your eyes. A confused and worried look covered Reggie’s face as he moved to wrap his arms around you but you flinched away from him,

“Darling, what’s going on?” tears made his eyes gloss over but you tried to ignore it.

“l can’t do this.”

“Can’t do what?” His voice got louder the more confused he got and it hurt to know he thought he had done nothing wrong.

“This, Reggie! Having you ignore me like you are ashamed of me, that you don’t want to know me.”

“You know that is not true. I just wanted to keep us to ourselves for a bit” he tried to work his way out of it,

“No! I won’t be your secret.” you shouted, your cheeks hot with tears,

“You aren’t my secret!”

“Well if that is the case, perhaps I was just another playbook score.”

“How dare you say that?” His voice seemed to break saying that, “I would have thought you knew me well enough to know that I would never do that to you, or any girl anymore.” You noticed how quickly he went from confused to angry and it scared you, “I let my walls come down for you. I told you everything about me and I changed, for you.”

“You say all of this, like you have done nothing wrong but won’t even associate with me at school. Do you even know how much that hurts me? Because It hurts too much.”

“I never meant to, I was…”
“Does it hurt you as much as it hurts me?” you asked quietly and when you had to wait for an answer you scoffed, “Of course not.”

“I was trying to protect you!” his out burst made you flinch away, “Yes, your name ended up in the playbook.” your jaw dropped a little in disbelief and as Reggie reached over to you, just to touch your arm you pulled away now unable to even meet his eyes.

“What…”

“Your name was in the playbook but…”

“No. Don’t you dare!” your body seemed to shake as you sat on the edge of your bed, running your hands over your jeans trying to calm yourself down.

“Just listen to me okay!” that was the first time he had shouted at you before he ran his hands through his hair letting out an exasperated sighed. “look,” he knelt down in front of you trying to get you to look at him, “I told some of the guys, they saw a picture of you in my locker and Moose got over excited and put it in the book, thinking it was some hook-up.” you scoffed, “as soon as I found out I ripped the page out, that’s why he had that black eye that week! I didn’t want that to happen, or anything like that, to happen again - I didn’t want you to get hurt!” you didn’t say anything, you didn’t know what to say but you still couldn’t quite look at him, “This is why I don’t let anyone in!” he pushed himself up, once again his hands tugging at his hair.

“Maybe if you had said I was your girlfriend this wouldn’t have happened.” you murmured,

“(y/n), you need to let this go” he warned,

“Maybe we need to let this go.”

“No, don’t say that. NEVER say that.”

“The thing is, I can’t pretend we never happened because I’m still in love with you but I don’t think we can do this right now, not if you aren’t ready to even talk about it.”

“I am! I was trying to protect you!”
“I CAN PROTECT MYSELF! Reggie, I am not a child.”
“Then tomorrow I will stand up on the cafeterias  tables and shout my love for you to the school! I will do anything but don’t say that because we will be fine.”

“No, Reggie,”  you finally seemed calm and stood still not going near him, “You need to tell people because you want to, because you care for me. Not just because you have to.”

“I don’t want this, please don’t do this.” A tear fell from his eye, this was the first time you had ever seen him cry.

“What we want and what we get are two very different things, I learnt that with you.”

“(y/n), please.”

“Just go Reggie, I’ll see you around.”

Edits are hard *grumblegrumble*

So, okay. One thing writers don’t talk a lot about is The Dread Editing Letter.

It’s the letter that you get from your editor once your manuscript has been signed with a publisher and turned over to the publisher and your lead editor to begin the process of making it into A Book. This is the letter where the editor says “Okay, so I loved this. And it was great. And I also loved this. BUT… THIS needs to change/be cut out/be punched up/be set on fire” or whatever it is that they saw that you, as the author, need to fix in order to make the manuscript you gave them into a fantastic book.

And sometimes these letters are easy. Full of praise with a few small suggestions for fixes. Or the suggested fix is just so good and so obvious that you love it immediately and wonder why you didn’t think of it first, and dive into it feet first. And sometimes it’s filled with things that make you think Oh god no absolutely not and you get on the phone with the editor and talk it out, and either one or the other of you has their mind changed.

And then you get the kind of letter that I got on the third book of The Accidental Turn series, which is… hard to take. 

Not because I don’t agree with the changes my editor wants. But because I do.

I absolutely agree. 

But I have no earthly idea whatsoever how to take those comments and turn them into actionable plans of rewriting.

I mean, what she’s asking me for,I had been trying to do all along. And to hear that I wasn’t successful is like a knife in the throat. But the hand holding the knife handle wasn’t my editor’s - it was mine. Because I didn’t get it right. I wasn’t good enough. I couldn’t figure it out. It’s my fault.

And that is the worst feeling in the world. It’s compounded by everyone around me saying “I know it’s hard, but you’ll figure it out. You always do.” It makes me feel like even more of a failure because if I could have figured it out, I would have done it that way the first time.

I am, as Anne would say, in the absolute depths of despair over this edit.

I don’t know what to do.

I don’t often get this way with books. I always know when a book isn’t quite right yet (and I knew this one wasn’t right, I just didn’t know it was so wrong), so usually I nod along with most of an Editing Letter, appreciate the insight over what bits need the work so I know where to aim my focus, and get on with it.

But this one has me spinning my wheels because everything I come up with boils back down to exactly what I’ve already put on the page. I don’t know how to do what my editor wants.

I don’t know.

So, for now, I am doing the things I can do.

I made a list of actionable requests, with little check boxes.”Change the tense”, check. “Add the characters names to the top of POV shift sections”, check. That feels like accomplishing something, even if I haven’t actually implemented the changes yet.

I spent the weekend rewriting the plot outline, with the possible changes, and sent it to the editor for her feedback. I’m scheduling a Skype call to try to get more specific, targeted feedback. (”I think you should do X Y and Z” is good, but what I need at this point is “In which part? With which scene? Where? And how?”)  My fear with this is that I’ll totally rewrite huge sections and hand it in, only to have her say: “That’s not what I meant.” 

I want to ensure that what I do is what is wanted.

Today I’m transfering the book chapter by chapter into Scrivener and breaking up the scenes and noting where new scenes might go or which scenes may be cut.

It’s small things, but it makes me feel a little bit more accomplished. A few paces closer to the finish line. Breaking up something like this into bite-sized tasks is helping with the panic. And it’s giving my brain time to percolate.

Hopefully, with this call, and this list, and this outline, and this broken-down scene map, when it comes time to actually sit down to rewrite, it will feel like a breeze.

It’s difficult, and I’m panicking, and I’m floundering, but I will get there. I will get there.

It’s not a magic cure-all. 

But I wanted to share with you, with all of you, that writing isn’t all soft summer days, and gently steaming cups of tea, or rich jammy wine on a patio while watching the sunset.

It’s hard, and it’s filled with self-doubt and self-recrimination, and sometimes hurt feelings. Mostly it’s a lot of being mad at yourself for not doing better.

And then sitting down at the keyboard anyway, and doing it. Even if you have to break it into small tasks in order to ever figure out how to understand the shape of the mountain you’re trying to climb.

It’s hard.But you’re clever. You’ll figure it out.

the first time I ever played a Dragon Age game it was Origins and I rolled a Mahariel and the game opens with you and Tamlen chasing off these humans and I had no idea what any of the lore meant whatsoever but I was getting into it like

Tamlen: you shemlen need to stay out of Dalish lands!!

Me: YEAH! FUCK OFF, SHEMLEN! (hey psst Tamlen what the fuck is a shemlen)

★*゚‘゚・American Psycho (2000)

trigger warnings may apply: death, murder, drugs, sex, alcohol

❝ God, I hate this place. ❞
❝ They don’t have a good bathroom to do coke in. ❞
❝ I don’t need to hear this story again. ❞
❝ I’m not sure, guy, but I don’t think dyslexia is a virus. ❞ 
❝ I want to get high off this; ______, not sprinkle it on my fucking All-Bran. ❞
❝ Could you keep it down, I’m trying to do drugs! ❞
❝ My conscience, my pity, my hopes disappeared a long time ago, if they ever did exist. ❞
❝ You look nice today. ❞
❝ I don’t want to talk about it.  ❞
❝ I want to fit in. ❞
❝ I have to talk to you. ❞
❝ If you don’t shut your fucking mouth I will kill you, are you understanding me? ❞ 
❝ This is crazy. You’re a fool. I can’t cope with this. ❞ 
❝ Listen, what are you doing tonight? ❞
❝ You should come have dinner with me. ❞
❝ Pumpkin you’re dating an asshole. ❞
❝ Is that Donald Trump’s car? ❞
❝ How’d a nitwit like you get so tasteful? ❞
❝ You want some money? Some…food? ❞
❝ Do you know how bad you smell? The stench, my God. ❞
❝ You like Huey Lewis and the News? ❞
❝ Why are there copies of the Style section all over the place? Do you have a dog? A chow or something? ❞
❝ Jesus lives, ______. ❞ 
❝ Singapore? London. I’ll send the asshole to London. ❞
❝ I’ll call you when I get back. Hasta la vista, baby. ❞
❝ You’re not with the FBI or anything, are you? ❞
❝ Was he involved at all , do you think, in occultism or Satan worship? ❞
❝ People just…disappear. ❞
❝ I haven’t seen you around here. ❞
❝ Actually, that’s none of your business. ❞
❝ I don’t want you to get drunk, but that’s a very fine Chardonnay you’re not drinking. ❞
❝ If they have a good personality and they are not great looking-who fucking cares? ❞
❝ Is this tap water? I don’t drink tap water Bring me an Evian or something, okay? ❞
❝ I never knew you smoked. ❞
❝ I’m into, well, murders and executions mostly. ❞
❝ No, you dumb son of a bitch. I’m serious. I’m disappearing. ❞  
❝ Goodbye! Fuckheads! ❞
❝ You think I’m dumb, don’t you? ❞
❝ I’m on a diet. But thank you. ❞
❝ Do you have a boyfriend? ❞
❝ If you stay, I think something bad will happen. I think I might hurt you. You don’t want to get hurt, do you? ❞
❝ I’m not so sure about this. I had to go to Emergency after last time… ❞
❝ This is nicer than your other apartment. ❞
❝ Did you know that guy who disappeared? ❞  
❝ Are you telling me you’ve never gotten it on with a girl? ❞
❝ You actually listen to Whitney Houston? You actually have a Whitney Houston CD? More than one?❞
❝ I’m fucking serious. It’s fucking over. Us. This is no joke. I don’t think we should see each other anymore. ❞
❝ I think you should know-I’ve killed a lot of people. ❞
❝ I don’t want to leave anything out here…I guess I’ve killed 20 people, maybe 40. ❞
❝ Tonight I just, well, I had to kill a lot of people and I’m not sure I ’m going to get away with it this time. ❞
❝ I mean, to think that one of his friends killed him, for no reason whatsoever would be too ridiculous. ❞
❝ Stop sounding so Fucking sad! Jesus! ❞  
❝ Wait. Stop. You don’t seem to understand. You’re not really comprehending any of this. I killed him. I did it. ❞
❝ I just don’t see how someone, anyone, can appear that way and yet be involved in such total shit. How can you be so fucking, I don’t know, cool about it? ❞
❝ Whose moronic idea was it to drink dry beers? I need a Scotch. ❞
❝ My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone. In fact I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no escape. ❞               

Quicksilver x Reader

Originally posted by imaginecabin

based on a prompt by @the-modern-typewriter however I cannot find the post rn.


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*month ago*

“And that I stole from the fun fair” Peter said pointing at some teddy bear in the corner of the room. You giggled and hugged onto his side on the bed you were laying on.

“I can’t believe I’m sitting here, listening to you tell me about all the shit you stole.” You played with his grey locks.

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Lovesick

Happy Birthday @sincerelydayyy !!!!!  Here’s a little bit of corny fluff to, hopefully, brighten your day. Thanking @mizjoely for betaing this. It’s not season four compliant. Hugs & Love (it’s G rated!) ~Lil~


“I believe that I’m… ill,” Sherlock said as he sat across from his best friend.

“Ill? As in…?” the doctor responded.

“As in sickness, John. You’re a doctor. This shouldn’t be a difficult concept to grasp!”

Calling on his reserve of ‘Sherlock patience’, John said, “I need to know your symptoms. And frankly, I don’t mind helping out but if you really think you’re ill, you should see someone else. It’s inappropriate for me to be your GP.”

“That’s ridiculous!”

“No, it’s not. Patching you up after a case is one thing, but being your regular physician is something else entirely,” John explained.

Sherlock sighed. “Never mind.”

“No, tell me what’s wrong. Maybe I can help or send you to someone who can.”

The detective stood up and paced across the room. “I’m not fond of doctors.”

John raised an eyebrow which Sherlock saw when he turned around.

“Oh not you, you’re fine. And Molly. But she’s different, I suppose her patients are already dead. But I do like her. Doctors in general… I’ve no use for whatsoever.”

John took in Sherlock’s appearance: he was disheveled, perspiring and had a slight tremor in his hands. “Okay, I’ll admit that you do look a little ill. What are your symptoms?”

Sherlock nodded and sat back down. “Sometimes I get a flushed feeling, for no reason at all. Heart palpitations, sweaty palms, dry mouth and an odd tightening in my chest.” He looked almost frightened. “I Googled them… I have a heart condition, don’t I?”

John tried to put together everything his friend had just told him and come up with at least a general idea of what could be ailing the detective. However only one thing came to mind. “Is there any pattern to the symptoms?”

Sherlock shook his head. “No. Sometimes it happens at home or at Barts. It’s happened at Molly’s several times. And once while we were at dinner.”

“You went to dinner with Molly?”

“After we finished the Michaelson case. You were celebrating your anniversary,” he said the last word with disdain. “She was hungry.” He rolled his eyes. “So, what do you think?”

John was still having a hard time believing his ears, so he continued his query. “Do you have any of these problems when you’re running around chasing suspects?” he asked even though he hadn’t noticed anything himself.

“No.”

“This is happening when you’re at rest?”

Sherlock nodded, looking anxious. “What John? What’s wrong with me?”

“Calm down first of all and answer this: does it only happen when you’re around Molly?”

A look of concentration on his face, Sherlock appeared to be searching his mind. Then he stopped and looked up at John. “I’m… not sure.”

Well that seems unlikely, John thought. “Think really hard, Sherlock. Is Molly always around when you feel like this?”

Once again Sherlock seemed to focus, even closing his eyes. He needs his bloody mind palace to help him figure out that he fancies a girl, John mused.

Finally, after some time, he focused on John once again. “Yes. She seems to be a factor… most of the time.” His last words came out slowly.

John leaned forward. “Okay, so what do you think that means?”

Sherlock drew his hands together underneath his chin. John had seen this at least a hundred times… this was it, he was about to figure out his feelings for Molly Hooper!

“I’m allergic to Molly’s perfume,” he said smugly. “I knew it! She changed it last month and even though I told her I liked it, which I do - it’s soft and understated…”

“NO!” John closed his eyes and drew a deep breath. “You’re not allergic to… Sherlock you like Molly.”

The detective gave John his classic you’re an idiot look and said, “Of course I do, John. Everyone likes Molly. She’s kind and generous, intelligent and hardworking. She’s incredibly forgiving and quite possibly the most patient woman I’ve ever known.” He stood up and paced across the room. “She’s loyal and trustworthy and… her eyes… they’re not brown exactly.” He turned to face John but was focused on some point across the room. “They’ve got golden flecks in them, if you look closely…” Suddenly he put his hand to his chest. “Oh my God… I’m in love with her!”

John jumped up. “Bingo… wait, love?” He didn’t think the stubborn git would get that far in their first conversation.

“Yes, John. Of course… It’s so obvious now,” he said, a look of awe on his face.

“Well, yes. Everyone else figured it out ages ago.”

“What?!”

“Yeah, there’s actually a pool.” He thought for a moment. “Damnit. I wasn’t even close.”

“What’s wrong with you people?” Sherlock asked. “You were betting about… What date did you have?”

John looked a bit sheepish. “I thought it would take at least another year.”

Sherlock shook his head the disappeared to his room for fifteen minutes. John used the time to send some text messages, letting the losers know what had just happened. He’d tell Mary in person. Looking up, he saw his best friend grabbing his Belstaff and heading for the door. “Going to Molly’s?” he asked.

“Yes,” he answered tersely as he walked out the door.

John followed. “I already told everyone who won the pool,” he said when they got to the foot of the stairs.

Sherlock whipped around. “You told everyone! Everyone?” He glared down at the shorter man.

“No - no I didn’t mean everyone. I misspoke. I’m telling Mary myself and…”

And?” Sherlock demanded.

“And… Molly’ll know soon enough.”

“Molly was in the pool?!”

“Yes. She must have noticed the symptoms of your ‘illness’ increasing in severity, because just the other day she changed her slot to this week.” Sherlock looked confused. “See, the pool is divided into weekly interv…”

“I don’t care about that, you idiot!” he barked as he stormed out the door.

“Right.” John followed.

“She won? Molly won the pool?”

“Yeah. Anderson didn’t think it was fair to let her in. Said she had an unfair advantage.”

“He’s right, of course. Her advantage is that she’s intelligent!” He held up his hand to stop a cab.

“Are you angry with her?” John asked.

“No. Why would I be mad at Molly?”

“Oh, good.”

“But there will be no betting on any other aspects of our relationship, understand?” Sherlock said as a cab pulled up.

John nodded his head, making a mental note to tell everyone to be careful about the ‘when will Sherlock propose?’ pool he had been planning once this one was over. “Of course, of course.”

“Good.” Sherlock straightened his coat and asked, “Now, do I still look ill?”

John shook his head. “You’re fine. Don’t throw up on her.” He smiled.

Sherlock actually looked slightly concerned before he turned and climbed into the cab.

“Lovesick fool,” John mumbled as he walked toward the Tube.