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Dating Carl Would be Like..

I’m posting my imagine on Sunday, I’m so sorry I suck ass wow. But please enjoy this for now! - Ramona 💕 

Dating Carl Would Include/Be: -

  •  either Carl in your bed or you in his bed and just listening to music together!! 
  • One earphone in each ear and just holding hands while listening to some tunes - 
  • Lots of cuddling after he’s done eating you out, he’d hold you so close??? So precious??? - 
  • CUTE NAMES!: baby girl" “my love” “babyyyyyyyyy” -
  •  If you guys fight and you’re trying to avoid him and he’ll be like “did you know angry sex is the best sex…… let’s try it out?” - 
  • Late night walks talking about anything or everything - 
  • Having study dates where you mainly study and Carl just copies off you - 
  • “Are you okay? Please don’t be sad, I want you to be happy all the time you know..” - 
  • Helping him better his life even if it means having to accept him leaving for military - 
  • “I don’t deserve you, why are you even with me.” - 
  • Getting high with him and buying cheap snacks and watching comedy movies - 
  • Going over his house, the Gallagher house more then yours because your father isn’t fond of you dating him - 
  • (If you self harm) he’d probably just run his fingers over your scars and being proud of you stopping but also he’d feel sad for not being there before to help before you started - 
  • Him helping you realize your self worth and what you’re going to do in life - 
  • “Carl, I’m proud of you” because he’s changed a lot for the good - 
  • After sex, he’d be the big spoon and he would wake up before you and shower you in back/neck kisses - 
  • Fighting with his ex because she cheated on such an angel - This means you will hang out with Ian and Lip A LOT - 
  • You and Debbie becoming close - Debbie telling you everything Carl says about you - 
  • Liam getting attached to you because you’re over all time,,, A LOT 
  • HIM BUYING YOU FLOWERS RANDOMLY “I know you love flowers, you tell me what you’re favorite are.. but they didn’t have them so I got you these.” - 
  • him being worried about going back to his old ways, but you letting him know even if it does happen you’ll be there through it all - 
  • When you go out shopping and you’d come out to show him how it looks he’d be really loud and obnoxious “TSSSS, WHOS BABY GIRL IS THAT? HMM, THATS ALL ME.” -
  • You ending up spending the night and waking up to make his whole family breakfast -
  •  smoking a joint, and him saying “ I think.. I think I’m really in love with you” - 
  • You playing with his hair a lot - HICKEYS, SO MANY. ON YOUR NECK, CHEST, STOMACH, EVERYWHERE

Originally posted by ianmickgallagher

stuff I appreciate on “Yuri on Ice”
  • Yuri is a character that struggles with his weight, and he is a professional athlete. This isn’t a one time comment or information from an interview, it is an actual character trait and something as simple as showing what Yuri eats maintains this consistently.
  • Yuri had a bit of a crush on Yuko when they were children, but the fact they never got together doesn’t mean they are no longer friends; they care for each other, for each other’s families, root for each other and are always happy when the other is happy
  • on top of that Yuko is married to Takeshi, and Takeshi is a good friend of Yuri’s as well. The Nishigori marriage are easily Yuri’s closest friends in Japan and their daughters are fans of him too.
  • Yuri doesn’t get on Yurio’s level whenever Yurio is mean to him, the only time Yuri competes against Yurio is on the rink when they are skating cause they are both professional skaters. Yuri, an adult, does not fight a teenager but doesn’t let him win either.
  • Yuri’s friends support Yurio as well. Even if Yurio is still pissed at Viktor, Yurio does communicate with Yuko and her family and doesn’t treat them badly for being Yuri’s friends.
  • this may seem like a small thing but, the main pairing in this show is made out of two adults. Yes it may not seem like much but if this was any type of Yaoi, a literal child would wind up portrayed as the one having a romance with his coach.
  • Yuri’s problems are stated as being psychological. Mental and emotional issues affect your life and it is ok to portray that.
  • Yuri’s previous coach still talks to him and is proud of him, same as his ballet teacher. Just because you changed careers or are trying something new, that doesn’t mean that all the people you knew before are gone from your life.
  • Yurio is not used to loosing, but upon loosing to someone else that he looked down on he changed strategies and stepped up his game.
  • Yuri is not afraid to be selfish anymore. People praise selflessness, but that shouldn’t come in the way of not moving forward. Yes you can want someone else’s affection, you deserve to win at what you are working on, you deserve to feel important and to not let others tell you otherwise.
  • you can be an adult and still decide to do something new with your life
  • Yuri’s parents don’t know anything about his career besides “he got a good rank we guess”. I actually relate to this a lot cause no one in my family has the same career as me, not even distant cousins, so there’s only so much of what I do that they can actually understand.
  • that said, just because they don’t get it, this doesn’t mean they don’t support it. Sometimes all your parents know to do with what you like is tell you “sure go ahead” and that’s a form of encouragement. They found a dance teacher for Yuri and let him ice skate (which is probably not cheap) and they always watch his competitions.
  • this is an international competition. And we have people from at least 3 continents representing that. A character from Thailand? can’t remember seeing that elsewhere, a dude from Switzerland? Azerbaijan too? the Chinese boy is not a kung fu stereotype? and the American one is Latino?!?!? yes please
  • Yuri is one of those people who downplay themselves so much, that they can’t imagine other people thinking that they are amazing. But yes, you are amazing, someone thinks so, and it is ok to not fully believe that yourself at first, but don’t discourage others from looking up to you as they have their reasons for doing so.
items found in pidge's backpack
  • headphones 
  • laptop their dairy with several bad selfies of their family 
  • usb drives with all the harry potter books and movies 
  • a “what to do when aliens attack” pamphlet 
  • a mashed up pack of raman noodles 
  • a small bottle of scented hand lotion they use for special occasions or when theyre missing home 
  • a smaller backpack with an entire universe solely devoted to powering pidge’s laptop 
  • a usb with the torah 
  • several rubber bands 
  • a cheap watch with a dead battery, the hands frozen at 4:20 am 
  • an entire dog 
  • high heels for when they want to feel tall 
  • a old nintendo ds with “danny phantom: urban jungle” as the game cartilage 
  • a usb solely devoted to meme music, another for the greatest hits of the 1980’s, and all of lorde’s albums 
  • a picture of a dinosaur 
  • fifteen different shaped rocks they found on the ground and kept because they were cool. now they keep them bc its the the only earth rock out here 
  • a empty water bottle 
  • a single sock 
  • seven marbles

anonymous asked:

Okay but what if Kara hadn't been kept by the Danvers and had to fend for herself for some reason and ends up at the alien fight club and meets Lena there (like one of her date would have brought her there for a "surprise") who is horrified to see this !! Imagine the angst and the fluff and everything

she comes round to the back at the end of the match with her horror tucked neatly away behind shrewd, cold eyes and a look that was not quite so common as a sneer.

“it was your first time at the fights tonight.” kara enjoys the way the woman jumps, and enjoys even more that she pretends she didn’t. the woman - there is a book, a movie maybe, that talks about The Woman and she is capitalised, the epitome of her gender, and kara hasn’t met as many women as she has met men, but she thinks she will keep the nickname for this lady, even when she introduces herself as lena.

“why do you say that?”

kara tucks the wad of money into the pocket of her hoodie, nods toward the yawning hangar door. ordinarily, this is when she would fly away. tonight, she’ll walk.

“why did you come back here?”

the woman regards her. there is no other word for it; she has hidden herself away very well this time and kara can’t get a read.

she shrugs. “suit yourself.” when she heads for the door, the sharp click of heels follows her. “what does your lovely date think about this?”

“business is business, she understands that.”

“mhm.” kara steps to the left side of the walkway. the woman takes the right. they walk for a time and kara stops when they get to the first bodega, buys herself four sandwiches and a bottle of bright blue energy drink. she starts eating the first sandwich before she’s even paid, but the attendant just nods a familiar hello and packs her things in a cloth bag. kara peels off the cash from the wad, not bothering to hide the amount. she peels off a second note and passes them both over, picks up one of the newspapers from the stack, and steps outside again. she starts off back to the hangar.

“that was too much money,” the woman tells her when they’ve walked for a time.

“was it?”

“when did you get here?”

“national city? about two years ago.”

“no. earth.”

kara cracks open the packaging for her first sandwich, offers half to the woman who shakes her head no. “it’s been a while. you’re not a foreigner, i’m guessing.”

“is that what you call yourselves?” the woman snorts, and kara’s eyes slide toward her. she starts to look uncomfortable after kara has stared for about a whole minute, and kara guesses she remembers how quickly kara had laid out her opponent in the box. “i meant no offence,”

“i don’t take offence,” kara shrugs. “i can’t afford it. you pay my bills.”

“right. that you get for beating up your own kind.”

“are you here to talk me out of my wicked ways or something? tell me i can be a real person if i try hard enough?”

“no.” kara stares for a while and the woman continues. “i suppose i just wanted to understand.”

kara snorts, covers her mouth when food unattractively spits out. “sorry,” she mutters, wipes her mouth on her sleeve. “didn’t mean to do that.”

“why did you laugh?” the woman draws herself up, offended maybe, but the shoulders are too high and tense for that, which is as familiar outside a fight as it is during. she is nervous.

“because you can’t understand.” kara shrugs, twists her wrist to look at the cheap plastic watch. she sighs. “did you get what you were searching for? answers, at least? because any kind of redemption or understanding, that all costs more than just time.”

“i think i understand perfectly now,” the woman says, all stiff lips and clipped words, and kara rolls her eyes. she turns away, but doesn’t bother to jump into the air because in three, two, one, “wait!” she calls after kara. “do you want the fights to end?”

“no. i win,” kara tells her. “besides, you really think you could make that happen?”


her certainty rocks kara for half a second. but kara’s certainty is more solid than that, based on evidence and history. she shakes her head. “you couldn’t. you would just get it closed for a bit and then it moves.”

“isn’t trying worth it?”

there is something in her voice that makes kara nervous. she steps closer, weighs her words and their translation carefully. “i do not want the fights to stop. i do not need your help.”

she flies away before the woman can respond, and hopes that will be enough.


“your half.” kara counts out half the bills, what’s left after she pouts and wheedles and forks out their very low rent to their landlord for less than normal. her bright blue eyes let them keep twenty dollars this time, and that’s something. “how’s the scales?”

“bruised,” veldrix mutters. he takes the sandwich she offers too. “i know we practiced but damn, you punch hard op.”

“have to make it look real.” she flops down next to him, lays down so she can look up to the stars. “benefit of having half a roof, right?”

“you’re crazy.” veldrix pulls his green hands into his hoodie, curls up on his mattress. “nothing good about the cold. do that fire trick again op.”

kara chews at her lip. she’s been living with him for a few weeks now but it doesn’t mean she trusts him. and he doesn’t know that the “fire trick” is actually heat vision, since she always hides that, but she can’t afford a slip up. she also can’t afford for him to cark it.

“alright. but I’ll have to find some trash to burn. you alright for a bit?”

“i survived a fight in the box with the beast, i can survive a few more minutes in the cold op.“she nods. before she leaves, he coughs.

"yeah?” she says, since he can’t speak again until she does.

“i guess i could use your blanket op.”

“sure.” she watches him for a moment, the way he shakes and clutches at the blanket, and she thinks about the woman and her horror and wonders if there’s something there she can use.

anonymous asked:

i don't necessarily want to date you but we could just fuck

I’m into partying, then fucking. Like I want to party for a few hours before the fucking starts. Like, I’ll give you an example,

one time I hooked up with this girl in Los Angeles, we did coke, drove super fast on the highway, like dangerously fast on purpose because I rented this hella deluxe car, we went to some stupid club and did more drugs, some guy started hitting on her and I got super defensive and almost got into a fight, and she was laughing at me because the guy was obviously way stronger than me, then we do more drugs and go to Hollywood and take ironic pictures with the mascots that dress up for tourists like the hulk or whatever, we find a cheap motel and watch Westworld on HBO while I do drug induced commentary on the episode and then after all that we started fucking

supergirl chefs!au where lena is the owner and manager of a michelin star restaurant (three stars, before lex tried to give the whole world food poisoning, one now, after lena fought to save the restaurant) and kara is a pastry chef who currently works for a little cupcakes shop wondering what she actually should be doing with her life. clark is the food critic who took lex down and he goes with kara to see the restaurant on their soft opening and lena comes to greet them and talk to them and be nice and prove she is not her brother and also ask how the food is so far. anyway after they talk and kara and lena instantly click and clark is just staring at them amused, actually pretty satisfied with the food, right before they go, lena asks what kara does. when they meet again is when lena comes to where kara works. then she asks if kara needs a better job, because she is currently working with a borrowed pastry chef since they needed to be ready for the opening date set for them on time, but also nobody wanted to work with her. she tells kara she can get back to her on that one, and buys a box of five cupcakes.

meanwhile alex is working as a sous chef in a mediocre restaurant and is Tired and Frustrated a lot of the time. she and kara spend their nights, after alex’s shift, eating cheap takeaway and watching veep until alex falls asleep on the couch and kara puts a blanket on her and goes to sleep. maggie has a soul food food truck. it’s open late at night. one time alex eats there on the way home from work and it’s so good and maggie is so good (i mean alex is the only one there and maggie is bored, and alex is pretty neat) and then she keeps coming back and maggie keeps being funny and charming and eventually they kiss with alex leaning against the truck and her half eaten wrap falling to the pavement.

fast forward because this is getting long. alex is working as head chef in lena’s restaurant and basically living with maggie (not yet officially), also maggie’s food truck is still her favourite place to eat. kara is lena’s pastry chef and they struggle with the “you’re my boss/employee so we can’t be together” thing for some time but eventually kara and lena kiss in lena’s home kitchen when kara comes to show her some new recipes for the summer menu and anyway.


inell  asked:

“I accidentally called you my girlfriend/boyfriend today.” Stiles/Derek

Stiles lets himself into Derek’s apartment, calling out a hello as he dumps Derek’s mail on the side. It’s not an unusual habit, Stiles spotting Derek’s scant bills and correspondence in his mailbox and grabbing it for him on the way up. What is unusual is Derek not rolling his eyes when Stiles comes through the door with his post. He likes to complain that he might have something private in there and that Stiles is too nosy for his own good. Stiles always taps his nose, says it’s too cute to be an annoyance, and Derek rolls his eyes again, turns away with a fond smile.

Stiles likes putting that smile there, likes seeing Derek happy, revelling in something as easy and light as gentle bickering. To some people it might seem like nothing, to Stiles and Derek it’s a damn miracle. After everything they’ve been through, survived, to come out the other side and still have some sort of lightness inside of them; Stiles is endlessly grateful. He’s glad to be alive, glad that Derek is, too. He likes getting into the semantics of whether or not having a cute nose gets him a free pass when it comes to rummaging through Derek’s mailbox. Besides, it’s not like he ever reads it; Derek doesn’t get anything particularly interesting. That’s not the point, it’s just a habit, now. The same way Derek always reminds Stiles to take a sweater with them if they’re headed out, or Stiles picks up Hershey’s kisses at the store because he knows Derek likes them, but won’t buy them himself on pain of death.

Not, that he’s using that phrase literally. 

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elizzabethmarie  asked:

I'm headed to NYC at the moment for the long weekend -- anything I should absolutely do while I'm there?

Rush Groundhog Day. Wake up at 8am and head over to the theater and wait for the box office to open at 10am with friends in line. Pay $35 bucks for cheap seats and watch my favorite Broadway Musical of the year. It’s SO good and so worth it. Also, seeing Times Square at the hour is surreal. 

Before going to the Groundhog Day rush, go to Murray’s. Get a traditional everything bagel with lox. Best bagel in the city.

Go to Central Park, but from uptown. No tourists go all the way to the uptown part of Central Park. It’s the most gorgeous part, secret gardens and decorated gates. You can’t beat it. Get lost. Talk about life with someone you love, if they’re not with you, give them a call. Pet every dog you see. 

Bryant Park as well, from there go into the library. Inhale deeply. Ink, and dusk, and old New York. Grab a coffee and danish in the Bryant Park New York Public Library coffee shop on the ground floor. Write in your journal. Inhale again. 

The best view in the city is not the Empire State Buiding, it’s the Skylark on 39th between 7th and 8th. You’ll pay $15 for the best drink of your life (passion fruit whiskey is my poison of choice) but that’s less expensive than the Empire State Building, with a way better view. 28th floor. Act like you belong. No one does. So you might as well join in the con. 

The Met. It’s free. Egypt wing. And the American art wing. Stand next to Washington crossing the Delaware. Tell him your friend Cara sent you and that she says “hey.”

Marie’s Crisis at 1am on a Saturday night. Order a gin and tonic. Sing Rent at the top of your lungs with a stranger who will tell you how much this show meant to him. Who will dedicate his song to the friends he lost to AIDS. Order another gin and tonic. 

Stop and listen. Feel small. Embrace the chaos. Take three pictures every time you want to take one. Fall in love with my home. 

They don’t get the attic dibs together.

They were so sure that they would.

Neither of them even batted an eyelid when Lardo gave Ford her dibs, agreeing that having a manager in the Haus was a great idea.

They were both ready to share the attic, had been making more of an effort with each other when they realised it might happen.

And once Nursey and Dex did, they realised they had so much more in common than they expected. Maybe sharing the attic would even be fun.


But they don’t get the attic dibs together.

Nursey gets them from Ransom and Holster, and he stares at them in disbelief.

“So, the Haus will be me, Ford, Bitty, and Chowder?” he clarifies before accepting.

“Yep.” Ransom says “It gets loud, and hectic, but you’ll love it man”

“Its way more fun than dorms. More like family in a way.” Holster says.

“So,” Ransom says, holding out his left hand for Nursey to shake, “Do you accept these dibs?”

Nureey nods and shakes his hand. As he does, he can’t help wondering how Dex is going to take this news, and where he’s going to stay next year.


Dex hears about it an hour later, when he comes back from class. Chowder is excitedly telling Nursey about how great it’ll be being Hausmates. But he shuts up when he sees Dex is there, and he and Nursey look almost guilty.

It takes a moment but he puts two and two together and realises whats happened while he was retaking a class he did last semester.

“So you got dibs?” Dex asks Nursey casually “Nice one man.”

Nursey nods, and Dex goes to see if Bitty had baked any cherry pie.


Nursey finishes moving his stuff into the attic, and looks around. The room is huge, and he can’t imagine having all that space after 2 years sharing a dorm.

He’s glad to be out of the dorms, but he wishes it was with Dex. He’d been looking forward to late night conversations in the attic, waking up for practice together, integrating each other’s morning routines into their own. Sharing a desk, and wardrobe, and the bunk beds for 2 years.

Instead, here he was. In a big empty room. Alone.

Just like at home.


Dex had left the job of looking for a dorm room later than usual, he’d been so sure he would be sharing the attic with Nursey. And now he was in a room far from the centre of campus, living next to some freshmen who spent all their time arguing. Loudly.

He’d been so sure he was going to he sharing the attic with Nursey. He’d started looking forward to seeing him almost all the time, helping him stay organized, while he helped Dex stay calm. Walking to and from practice and classes together, randomly running to the Murder stop n shop at 11pm for a junk food run, chirping each other’s music taste.

But now he was in a small bed, under a cheap blanket, listening to people arguing over everything.

Just like home.


“So, how are you liking the attic?” Dex asked Nursey as they walked to Annies. They were tired after their first practice of the season, and decided coffee would help.

“Good. Its good.” Nursey lied. It was not good at all. It was cold, and quiet, and lonely. “How’s the dorm?”

“Yeah, good” Dex lied. It was too dark, too empty, and too noisy for him to sleep much so far. “Better than expected.” he continued, as they joined the queue for coffee.


“Yeah.” Dex said, not able to look at Nursey as he lied again.

They were silent as they decided on orders, and when they sat down, conversation moved to discussing their summers.

It wasn’t until they were leaving Nursey said what he’d been planning to say all morning:

“You know….you could always sleep over in the attic sometime. If you wanted.”

“I could?” Dex asked in surprise. The idea hadn’t occurred to him

“Well yeah. I mean, there is an extra bed so. You could if you wanted.” Nursey explained.

“Yeah. I think that might be nice.” Dex said, and Nursey smiled at him.

“Cool. But if you are, you have to take the bottom bunk.” Nursey said.

“And let your clumsy ass on the top? You’ll fall off in ten seconds flat!” Dex chirped with a grin.

“My room, my rules!” Nursey laughed, and Dex laughed with him.

Maybe they weren’t living together, but this was a good second best.


Dex ends up sleeping at the attic more than he expected. Not that he or Nursey mind that. They have fun together, and don’t argue about room because most of Dex’s stuff is in his dorm. Dex sleeps over once a week if he can, and they talk about anything and everything, before stealing the last of the pie at 2am, and sharing it quietly.

Its fun, and once they start dating, Dex stays over more, so they can have cheap dates, by watching movies in the attic, getting food delivered, or even working on their own projects in companionable silence.

She’s My Sister// Brother!Sherlock

Originally posted by charnamefic

I really need to get on my game with these… Being stuck in your house literally 24/7 is seriously not a good thing. 

Requested by Anon: Being the baby sister to Sherlock and Mycroft Holmes is already exhausting enough, but the fact that you are nothing like them only makes it more difficult. When your mother sends you away to Sherlock, you must learn to adapt to his life style.. It’s really not as easy as it sounds. But you manage, and you learn the heart of the man who really is your big brother. 

Set during Season 3; I made the reader a little bit older then 17/18 because I assume Sherlock is somewhere in his thirties, so we’re gonna go with 21 or 22.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 

  “Mum, are you seriously sending me to Sherlocks flat in the heart of London? Of all people… He can’t even take care of a goldfish!” 

Your mother cast you an indignant look as the taxi cab pulled up to the road just down the driveway from your house. “I think you need a change of scenery. Get all that rebelliousness out of your lungs.” 

  “Sherlock and Mycroft are both rebellious. You think I’m going to learn any better from them?” You replied, sliding into the back seat as she set your luggage in the trunk and slammed it shut. Her gaze softened as you unzipped your leather jacket and pulled out your headphone and IPhone. “You’d have better luck getting Sherlock to go on a date.” 

  “Just give him a chance, please? You never know y/n, he may surprise you.” 

If there was one thing Sherlock never did, it was surprise you. Due to the fact that you were literally nothing like your brothers, it had made it incredibly difficult for the two of you to get along. You were the bookworm, the one who buried herself in her violin because it reminded her of something good and beautiful; the one who went on dates and to the opera and graduated high school. The one who lived. 

Just as you had suspected, Sherlock couldn’t have cared less you were now living in his flat. The only thing that made it remotely bearable was John Watson and his fiance Mary, who consciously made an effort to make you feel wanted every time she came around. She even went to the trouble of putting you in her wedding. 

But it didn’t mean you and Sherlock didn’t bicker like five year olds. 

  “Y/n, it’s quite clear that lavender is not your color.” 

You turned away from where you stood playing the harmonic duet to Sherlock’s wedding song for the Watsons, wrinkling your nose as your brother looked at you with the most pompous expression you’d seen in the month you’d been on Baker Street. “You want to know what’s not your color, Detective Sunshine? Anything. You don’t wear any colors except black which I assume is about equivalent to the darkness of your soul.” 

John dropped his phone at your comment, running his hands over his face to keep himself from laughing hysterically. “Oh, I can see it now.” Mary replied, continuing to rummage through the RSVPS in her hands. “You two totally are related. The sarcastic comments say it all.” 

But no matter what you did, you just didn’t own up to what Sherlock referred to as ‘’the family name.’’ You were just you. Why was that not enough for him? 

  “I’ve made few friends since I’ve moved here y/f/n.” You murmured, leaning up against the wall in your bedroom with your phone pressed against your ear. “Mary and John are so sweet that it literally makes me want to throw up. Lestrade is one seriously good gin rummy player, and Molly is good for girl talk. I just..” 

  “You just want to impress your brother, don’t you?” Y/f/n replied softly. “I know you y/n and I know how you work. You love him because he’s your brother, and he’s also super protective of your heart. He doesn’t want to hurt you. I just think he does it unintentionally.” 

Sherlock had just returned from the rehearsal dinner, confused to why you had called in sick at the last minute. It wasn’t until he was right outside your door that he finally realized why you had been so bitter and hostile since arriving at his flat. He rested his head against the wall outside your bedroom and exhaled deeply through his nose. 

  “Sherlock! Can I play pirates with you? Don’t tell me that you’re too old for it.” Y/n called out, running into the graveyard where he had been scrawling down notes in what he called his pirate journal. There was a fairly large age gap between the two of you and he was aching to play pirates again even if it was one last time. Mycroft was much too old for his imagination and it was rare for the two of you to get along.

  “Only if you wear the hat!” He cried, pulling off his pirates hat and laying it against your hair. You grinned widely as it tipped to the side seeing as it was already too big for your head. “Help me find the treasure!” 

Your mother told that story for years because when she came home from work, she found you asleep in Sherlocks arms on the sofa, his fingers still wrapped around his sword and his hat still on your head. 

  “I may not be the greatest at deduction, but my intelligence matches theirs to a certain degree.” You wiped away the tears rolling down your face, quickly hanging up the call as Sherlock came into the room. “Oh good lord, are you coming in here to make fun of me again? I don’t need it right now.” 

Much to your surprise, he extended his arm and motioned for you to stand to your feet. Your heart sped up as you did, and he enveloped you in a hug so tight you could feel his heartbeat beneath your fingers. The tension in your body seeped out of your muscles as you buried your face in his neck, clutching onto his Belstaff for dear life. 

  “Why do you think I don’t love you?” He said softly, running his fingers through your hair. “Granted, you’re a pain because you’re so much younger then me but everything about you is Holmes. I’m sorry for being so arrogant. It’s a habit I’m trying rather hard to break.” His gaze softened as you gently kissed his cheek. “I love you but you’re an idiot.”

You exhaled through your nose and smiled softly, spinning away from your brother to grab at your violin on the other side of your bed. “Well, it’s nice to see you’re at least trying. Just do me a favor and try not to make me kill you every time we speak to one another.” You motioned with your bow to follow into the living room where you’d left your sheet music for John and Mary’s duet. “I wrote this a few weeks ago. It’s a harmonic part to your violin piece.” 

  “You compose?” 

  “Considering I’m between college and living at home still, yes. I compose all the time.” He picked up his violin and stood parallel to you with both of your music stands facing the other person. “I want to watch cheap telly after this so you can teach me to do deductions. Sound good?” 

He smiled over where his bow was poised. “I can’t think of anything else I’d like more. But you have to sweet talk Greg into giving me a murder.”


Originally posted by londoncallingsigh

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