dial watch

Victor Nikiforov fact: sportscasters quickly learn that all you have to do to summon him is begin a sentence with “Who would have thought that Yuuri Katsuki–” and then he will rise up behind you like a Kraken from the sea to point out that he thought, thank you very much.

Although later, after thinking better of it, he amends this: many, many people, himself included, thought. “I regret my earlier omission,” he chirps.

The Katsuki fandom warmly welcomes its new overlord.

LETS TALK CRTS: Barrel Distortion

So I think most people know I hate shaders on emulators. I find artificial scanlines distracting and blurring and NTSC effects to uglify things… But I get why some people like them for sure and there is an argument to be had over whats more authentic. But there is one shader I hate with a burning passion and that’s BARREL DISTORTION.

See that bowing? Yeah that. I hate it so much. Sometimes a little barrel distortion can be alright, but when it’s pumped up it just looks like hell to me. Now personal preferences are personal preferences, but seeing a lot more indie games emulate this effect, I was caught thinking “I don’t REMEMBER barrel distortion when playing on old TVs.” Which is also crazy because that’d be for me within the last 5 years. So then I see this…

Fight’n Rage looks awesome so I’m not shitting on it. Judging by older screenshots, the extreme distortion is a stylistic choice not an attempt at realism… but seeing UIs like that in emulator screenshots had me thinking “Is this right? I don’t think this is right. I think I know why this isn’t right so let me check some photos… Okay yeah this isn’t right.”

So while this is fine to do for stylistic or taste reasons, I just want to make it perfectly clear: This is not an accurate depiction of a CRT’s curved screen. Not this or the previous screenshot. Unless your goal is to emulate a busted CRT. Because apparently a think a lot of people don’t know is… 

CRT’s don’t project a rectangle onto a curved surface

So lets learn about CRTs! The easiest way to know about this is by owning a flat screen CRT (I’ve owned several) and realizing ‘wait, my screen as distortion and lensing issues) and then having to go through the settings and fix it. You’d THINK displaying a rectangle on another rectangle would be easy, but CRTs don’t just project rectangles. They project all kinds of shapes and you gotta smash it into a rectangle with MAGNETS. The purpose of all this? Well no one wants their TV to look like a bubble. So the image on most CRT’s is pinched and distorted so that optically everything looks straight.

Look at this old curvy boy. You can see some lensing on it but i’s mostly pretty straight! How Well, the image – or more so, the path of the electron beam is bent by electro magnets to be…. something like 

Probably not that extreme but you could get the idea. You’re counteracting one distortion with the opposite distortion.

Here is a CRT with that dialed in too far.

Wide screen HD CRTs are tweaking nightmares. Look at all the distortion in the image trying to make whatever weird shape an electron gun wants to take into a perfect rectangle.

LOOK AT THIS GOOD BOY. So straight and true. You’ll have a little distortion still but VERY VERY LITTLE.

Even at an angle you can look at the lines on this game and they look -super straight-.

If you wanna have some idea what the settings on a CRT do to the shape of the final image, watch this from 2:30

Look how fluid the image is distorted and pressed into shape. CRTs are a craaaazy technology and people did whatever they could to get a good image, even if that involved sticking in more magnets. But even basic pinch settings are interesting to watch be dialed in.

So yeah, the gestalt memory of CRT screens is like, extra crapified from what they actually looked like and it makes me sad. :(

Listen, in
the early 1920′s, women were paid to paint radium
onto watch dials so that men wouldn’t have to ask

the time in dark alleys. They were told it was safe,
told to lick their brushes into sharp points. These
women painted their nails, their faces, and judged

whose skin shined brightest, they coated their
teeth so their boyfriends could see their bites
with the lights turned down.

Paige Lewis, from “The Moment I Saw a Pelican Devour,” published in Sixth Finch

Gregg Sulkin photographed by Justin Campbell for Flaunt magazine. DIESEL tank, SALVATORE FERRAGAMO trousers, EMPORIO ARMANI belt, and HUBLOT ‘classic fusion’ ultra-thin king gold black shiny dial watch

;a fragment (m)

pairing— kim seokjin x reader, warlock! seokjin
genre/warnings— supernatural, smut, some type of fluff, angst, fantasy 
words  22,361

:: summary— Who’s the mysterious guy that’s just appeared in your life and plagued your dreams? He’s been showing up ever since your “friends” convinced you to do a ouija board in the old, creepy house that looks over your town. Your brain tells you to be afraid of him, but your heart tells you something different… Why aren’t you scared of him? You’re intrigued by the handsome stranger, and you want to get to know him better…even if it proves fatal…or eternal

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You’re Actually Bucky’s Sister But You’re Pretending to Be Tony Stark’s Niece? (Part 1/?)

Prompt: Can I request one where the reader is Buckys baby sister that was rescued from cryo and now that she’s recovering well he tells her she needs to attend high school. She throws a fit up until she meets Peter and instantly crushes on him. School becomes more tolerable for her with the cute nerd by her side. - @purplekitten30

A/N: Sorry it took so long! It’s a little different than the request but I hope you like it anyways. This is gonna turn into a series because I like it so much This takes place before and during Civil War and after Homecoming. Since I have no idea what’s going to happen after Homecoming, I’m just going with it. I tried my best and hopefully, this all makes sense. Also, slight spoilers for Homecoming. Tagged for spoilers.

Peter Parker x Reader, words: 2000+, requested?: yes, warning: none

Requests are open


At one point in your life, Y/N had been a prisoner, trapped inside a machine that had frozen you and kept you trapped against her will. The Cryostasis Chamber haunted your nightmares after you were rescued by the Avengers. You were lucky to be reunited with you older brother and he promised to never leave you. HYDRA had used you just like they had used your brother, to do their dirty work. You felt truly sick to your stomach knowing the harm you had caused innocent people, you could never take it back. You had blood on your hands which constantly made you feel unclean. You felt as though you were unworthy of forgiveness and refused to listen to the voice of reason.

Your brother, along with the other members of the Avengers, told you that it wasn’t your fault and you knew it was true. Yet you still felt like you were to blame. If you hadn’t been so weak, if you hadn’t let HYDRA weasel their way into your mind. To this day, you didn’t know how HYDRA had found you and knew about your relation to Bucky. Your past was foggy to her, you could only recall bits and pieces. What was the truth? While your brother was assigned to kill Nick Fury and Captain America, you were stuck in your frozen prison while her brother did HYRDA’s bidding.

You could remember when you were found, Cap had made it his mission when Bucky had told him his sister was still out there. Your brother had been on the run and Steve promised to bring you back. After he had pulled Steve from the cold water and before he ran off, he told him to find you. You knew why he couldn’t do it himself, he feared HYDRA would capture him again. Steve had told you the story of him finding you about a million times but each time became more and more interesting. You owed him so much.

“It took months,” Steve recalls as he tells the group of Avengers in front of him. They had all heard this story before but Y/N wanted to hear it once again. “Once I had gotten there, there wasn’t a soul in sight. It looked to be abandoned for awhile, at least a month or two.” It had made you so upset that you had been left there as if you were nothing. You knew HYDRA hadn’t relied on you as much as they had your brother, he was stronger and better than you. “We flew you out and didn’t unfreeze you until we were in a safe place.”

“Then I tried to kill you,” you laughed despite it being a terrible thing to do.

“It wasn’t really you.” Steve placed his hand on your shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “Luckily, with time, we got you out of HYDRA’s mind control. It’s great to have you back, Y/N.” Steve had always been like an older brother to you and you were incredibly thankful for him. You gave him a weak smile but it didn’t reach your eyes. You had hurt so many people and you’d never forgive yourself.

“So,” Tony began, getting up from his chair that the large dining room table. “I have an idea.” Everyone at the table seemed to groan in unison. Tony and his ideas. You rolled your eyes. “Hey, hey, hey. It’s a great idea and it has nothing to do with you guys. Well, besides Y/N.” He placed both his hands on your shoulder and gave them a squeeze, it was your turn to groan. “I was thinking school.”

“What? No! No way!” You protested. It wasn’t that you were terrible at school or anything, but you had better things to do. Besides, you had spent so much time brushing up on all things you had missed in history and tinkered around with Tony in the lab. You had wanted to know as much as you possibly could, you wanted to know all the things you had missed since you had been…asleep. “I have much better things to do than going to school.”

“You’re the one that’s always wanting to learn more about the world you live in,” Tony argued. You knew it was no use putting up a fight but you weren’t going to give in so easily. You’d whine until you couldn’t whine any longer.

“If I’m going to school, give me time to get used to everything, okay? I need time to get used to everything.” How did girls your age dress? How did they talk? How were you going to fit in? “I’ll tell you when I’m ready. Until then, think of me as being homeschooled.”


School had been pushed to the back burner when The Avengers had split into teams and fought against each other. You had been away, studying to join the school that Tony was interested in you going to. If you had been home, you would have been fighting right beside your brother and Steve. It had been so long since you had seen your brother and you missed him dearly. You had heard a lot about the battle and how Steve and Bucky had gone into hiding. Hopes of seeing your brother again were growing slim. Until you received an unaddressed note from your brother waiting on your pillow. He promised to see you once again and wished you good luck in school.

Things had been very tense with you and Tony because of the events that happened months ago. You pushed off going to school that year and opted in going the following year. You had too much on your mind.

A sigh escaped your lips as you made your way across the campus to your new school, Midtown School of Science and Technology. Tony thought it would be the best place for you since you were pretty handy in the lab and picked up things pretty easily, you were like the kid he never had. Things between the two you eased up and he began teaching you everything you wanted to learn and more. “Was that a sigh I heard?” a voice from you watch said. Tony had given you a special watch to help you keep in contact with him whenever you needed him.
You lifted your wrist to look at Tony’s face. “I’m nervous, okay? This place is bigger than I thought and I haven’t been to school in-” You were cut off by some flying thing almost crashing into you. Your first instinct was to grab it and destroy it, but you thought against it. Instead, you ducked out of the way. You heard someone yell an apology from the distance but couldn’t tell who it was. “I have to go,” you told Tony as you swiped his face away.

Another sigh left your lips as you gripped the straps of your backpack and entered the building. You had to find the office to get your schedule. When discussing school, you and Tony had agreed that using a fake name would be best. Tony had that he’d deal with everything and to leave it up to him. You were regretting that because you weren’t sure what you were supposed to tell the principal when you entered his office. You gracefully made your way through the crowd, avoiding teenagers from left and right. You still weren’t entirely sure where you were going.

“Um, excuse me,” you stopped in front of a boy who looked to be your age. “I’m looking for the principal’s office. Could you help me?” You gave him your best smile which was met by a smirk. It was then that you knew that you chose the wrong person to ask.

“Yeah, sure,” the boy said, the smirk still plastered on his face. “I’m Flash, by the way.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and you so badly wanted to break it. But then he started to walk you towards the office. “Watch out!” he called out to the other students. “New babe coming through!”

You were beyond anger at his comment so when you stopped in front of the office, you threw his arm off your shoulder. “Thanks.” You gripped his hand and gave it a small squeeze, which wasn’t that small of a squeeze when you had super human strength. “Now, don’t ever call me babe again.” A look of pain took over his face and you let go of his hand. “You should probably go to the nurse to get that checked out, get some ice for it.” Without another word, you entered the office.

“Ah! You must be Y/N Stark! Your uncle has told me so much about you,” you were greeted by the school’s principal. “He talked so much about you and how much you excel. I believe this is the best school for you and I hope you agree so too.”

After getting your schedule and leaving the office, you pull Tony’s name up on your watch and dial his number. “Your niece?” you say when you see his face on the screen and before he could even say hello. “I thought this was supposed to be low key. Low key is not being a Stark. That’s high key, very high key.”

“Calm down, Y/N. You needed a guardian to enroll you, you couldn’t just show up and go to class.”

“But couldn’t someone else enroll me? You know, someone who isn’t one of the most well-known billionaires to ever exist.” You noticed people looking at you so you ducked into the girls’ room and made sure it was empty. “I’m not a normal student.”

“You were never normal.”

“That’s not the point, Tony!”

“Now is that any way to talk to your uncle?”

“What’s my backstory? You told them you’re my guardian.”

“Your parents died and I took you in. No one is going to ask, okay? There’s no need to worry.”

“You say that and I’m still worrying.”


Before lunch time, everyone knew who you were. They all knew you were Tony Stark’s niece and everyone wanted to sit with you. All you wanted to do was be normal but instead, you were met with people just wanting to know you because of your relation to Tony Stark. But if they only knew the truth. It felt like sighing was all you had been doing today as another sigh escaped your lips as you looked for a place to sit. Your eyes scanned the crowd of teenagers and almost all eyes seemed to be on you.

You noticed a pair of teens who were in deep conversation with each other and decided those were the people you wanted to sit with. You made your way across the crowded cafeteria, you could feel eyes on you as you walked. You paid no attention to them as you approached the two boys. “Can I sit here?” Now that you were over here, you felt ridiculous. What if they said no? You could always eat alone. It felt as if the whole room was watching you but you just kept looking at the two boys in front of you.

They looked up and both looked shocked that you had asked them if you could sit with them. “Yeah, sure,” the one with black hair and a friendly smile said. “I’m Ned.” You smiled and took a seat in front of them. “This is Peter.”

“Y/N. Y/N Stark,” you greeted.

“Peter knows Tony Stark.”

Your attention turned to the boy who had yet to say a word. You remembered Tony telling you about Spiderman going to your school, that his real name was Peter Parker. “Internship?” you guessed. That’s what Stark had called it. Peter only nodded and turned his attention to the chocolate milk on his tray. When Tony mentioned Peter, you hadn’t thought he’d be so cute. “Tony talks about you a lot. Said you did a great job helping him last year.”

“What all do you know?” Peter looked up from his drink to look at you. He had the most beautiful chocolate brown eyes. He spoke softly so no one around them could hear their conversation.

“That you’re,” you spoke. You stopped to look around before mouthing, “Spiderman.”

“Smart girl,” Ned grinned. “Is it cool being Tony’s niece? How come he’s never talked about you?”

You looked around once again to make sure no one was paying attention to you. “I’m not actually his niece,” you said before biting into a chicken tender. “I’m actually Bucky Barnes’ sister.”

“WHAT?” Ned practically yelled. People seemed to stop what they were doing and look towards your group. Peter slapped his friend’s arm. “Nevermind!” he called out to the cafeteria. People stared for a bit longer before returning to what they had been doing. “Okay, hold up,” he whispered. “Your brother is a criminal! Wait, how old are you? Because he should be hella old along with Captain America. Were you trapped in ice too?”

“You could say that,” you muttered. You weren’t entirely ready to go into detail about your past. “Listen, I don’t think this is the right place to talk about my past.”

“We could go to Peter’s after school,” Ned offered.

“What? Aunt May, remember?” Peter whisper shouted. It had been a couple of months since Aunt May had seen him in his Spiderman costume and she had been beyond angry with him. Peter still couldn’t believe he had managed to talk his way through it all.

“It’ll be fine,” Ned rolled his eyes. “We’ll just say we’re working on a project or something. Helping the new girl catch up on school work. It’ll be a piece of cake.”

“May doesn’t trust me with anything anymore, Ned.” Ned gave his friend a pleading look. “Okay, fine.”

The two them turned back to you, Ned with a smile on his face and Peter with an uneasy look on his. “If we’re doing this, you have to promise me that you will not think any differently of me and that nothing will change your mind about me. Okay? Got it?” The last thing you wanted was for your almost friends to change their mind about you.

To Be Continued….


A/N: I hope you enjoy this. I really wanna know how May reacted to finding out about Peter being Spiderman

10 Rules Of The Watch

Once upon a time..

Most men with a sense of style know not to match brown shoes with black belts, a pre-tied bowtie or pyjamas in public. I remember my father once mentioning that the only glass a man loves to keep clean is the glass of his watch. When it comes to wearing watches people don’t really care about the rules. On many occasions you will discover men wearing completely inappropriate timepieces to their outfits. Being aware about some watch etiquette will save you from embarrassment, no matter how expensive, casual or formal the occasion is.
Younger gentlemen will eventually begin to appreciate the meaning of classic—–an item that stands the test of time. At some point, these maritime gauges that so many of us wear look like what you’d expect to see on the QEII or Queen Mary or a cargo ship. The will fade out of vogue and when they do, you will be able to cover the succeeding watch with the cuff of your shirt and jacket sleeve.


1. Match your metals & colors
Try and match the metals and the colors of the watch to the rest of the outfit you have on. Note the color of your belt buckles, shoe buckles, rings, collar bars or pins, and cufflinks and choose a watch in a matching metal. Wear yellow gold with yellow gold, and don’t wear a brown band when you’re wearing a black suit. Focus specifically on the boldest parts of the watch; the color of the strap, the color of metal and even the color of the dial.

2. Don’t wear the same watch every day
Even if you only own one nice watch, you shouldn’t wear it every day for several reasons. First, if the watch is a piece that you love, giving the watch a break will make it last longer. Second, one watch is rarely suited to the variety of outfits that a man will wear in a given week. The office, the gym, sporting events, dinners out, and parties all require different clothes and hence different watches. If you wear the same watch daily, chances are that 20-30% of the time it is the wrong watch to be wearing.
Regardless of your budget, if you love wearing a watch, try building up a small collection of reputable watches that suit all the various needs you have during the week, and give you favorite piece the occasional break.

3. Skip the bling
Wearing a diamond encrusted watch is fine if you’re a music mogul, but it has no place in the wardrobe of a well-dressed gentleman. Like an oversized watch, flashy diamonds and jewels are simply a cry for attention. They will distract from the rest of your outfit by drawing all the attention to one point. Most people will be wondering if it’s real, rather than what kind of watch it is. Diamonds and jewels also have the effect of making men’s watches appear more feminine. Unless you’re trying to be the next Eminem, skip the diamonds – with one exception. Some dress watches use very fine diamonds or other stones to accent small details, such as the rim of the dial or the numbers on the face. If the stones are subtle and enhance the overall features of the watch without being ostentatious, then they can find a place in a gentleman’s watch collection. Just remember to wear them in appropriate settings and don’t buy sporting watches, as diamonds are not suited to more casual watches. Finally, it should go without saying that you should never buy a watch with fake stones. If you can’t afford the real thing, skip stones altogether, as they will only cheapen the overall look and make it painfully obvious that you seek the kind of attention diamonds can bring.

4. Wear your watch on the wrist that suits you
The old rule of thumb was to always wear a watch on the non-dominant wrist. The reasoning was that it is the opposite of the dominant hand. Don’t let tradition dictate on which hand you wear your watch; wear it where you find it most comfortable. Like any other garment or accessory, your watch should fit you properly in two key ways. The size of the dial should be proportional to your wrist, and the band should fit snugly but comfortably. A loose band looks sloppy, so take it to your jeweler to have it sized to your wrist.

5. Admire other men’s watches from a distance
Just as you would never touch another man’s wallet, don’t expect to handle his watch. For many men the watch is the only piece of jewelry they own or wear, and they take great pride in keeping it dust free, fingerprint free and well polished. It’s perfectly okay to politely ask to see a watch, but don’t expect him to take it off his wrist. If he offers, feel free to accept, but try to handle it as little as possible and never place it on a hard surface where it could get scratched.

6. Pair watches with outfits appropriately
Just as you wouldn’t sit on the beach in a morning coat, you also don’t want to wear your dress watch sailing. Try and match the type of watch you wear to the activity you’re involved in each day. If you’re unsure what you’ll be doing, pair it with your choice of clothes; sport watches with athletic wear, dress watches with business wear, or a simple Seven Friday with beach wear. If you’re invited to a formal event or gathering and the dress code calls for black tie, attitudes have changed about wearing a watch. Historically it is considered impolite to wear a watch, but the rules regarding black tie have softened to accommodate wearing a simple dress watch with a black face and band if you choose. A pocket watch like U-boat or Bomberg is an alternative. For the rare white tie event, tradition demands that you do not wear a watch at all.

7. Beware the implications of checking your watch
Even though a great watch is one of a man’s ultimate accessories, checking it can have some negative social implications even if that’s exactly the reason you are wearing it!
If you’re on a date, in a meeting, or at a social event, don’t check your watch visibly in front of other people. Just like it’s rude to check your phone at a movie or restaurant, checking your watch shows that you have other things on your mind; things that take precedence over your present company. Unless you’re still young and have a curfew, the only way you should know what time a date is over is when she says goodnight.

8. Wear dark with dark, and light with light
If you’re out during the day consider a lighter colored face such as white or cream. However, at night focus on darker dials such as black, grey or browns. Just like a tuxedo is for evening wear and you wouldn’t wear it to brunch, a dark watch dial should be on your wrist at night, rather than during your 9am tee time at the country club.

9. Never wear a dive watch with a suit
Just because James Bond did it, doesn’t mean you should. James Bond was a spy who might, in fact, jump into a river in a suit at any moment. As far as we can tell, he’s the only one (besides other actors with endorsement deals with Omega) who should wear a dive watch with a suit. Dive watches are bulky, they don’t fit well under a suit jacketand they are a tell-tale sign that you don’t know the rules of watch-wearing…or that you aspire to have your own theme song. The same way that you wouldn’t wear your sunglasses at night, leave the dive watch for casual wear and pair a simple dress watch with your suit.

10. The oversized watch is over 
For the last couple of years, oversized watches have become the norm in men’s style. This popular trend only served one purpose: to scream for attention. An oversized watch dwarfs your wrist, throws off the proportions of your entire outfit, and simply doesn’t “fit” well into a nicely combined outfit.
For a watch enthusiast, those large dials are nothing more than for show. If you want to be taken seriously in the world of horology, stick to watches that fit your wrist.

Roommates: Part One

Originally posted by tomshollandss

Summary: Reader is a ghost that lives in Tom Holland apartment and Tom doesn’t believe in ghosts. Or does he? Let’s play with a Ouija board like all stupid 21 year olds do and find out. 

Warning: Rape mentions, swearing, death, spooky shit, dont play with ouija boards (especially while drunk)

Words: 2k

Special thank you to @axolotlnerd for betareading this for me. <3

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Sweet as sugar

Originally posted by frau-krokodile

Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Genres: super fluff, suggestive themes
Words: 828 (sorry it’s so short :/) 
Summary: based on a imagine: “Imagine waking Bucky up with a kiss” - requested by Anonymous

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This was some years ago when I was working in an amusement. I worked in the kid ride area. It was a busy day. A kid couldn’t keep his feet inside the ride so I had to stop it and kick him off. The dad storms up next to me on the outside of the gate while I’m running the ride again and starts yelling at me. I don’t even look at him(it’s 100+ degrees. I’ve been working 8 hours, haven’t had my break yet and still have 4 more hours) I blandly tell him his kid can’t ride so long as I’m operating and he can’t follow rules. I don’t care how old the child is if they can’t be safe. He tells me to call a supervisor(they never show up for parents in the kid area because they knew we were probably right) and demands my name. We wear name tags. I finally look at him(wearing extremely reflective sunglasses which made him mad he couldn’t actually see me) look down at my name tag, look back at him, grab my name tag and pull it forward so he can see and say, “well my name tag says Brittany, sooo” and went back to my job. The rest of the day he made sure to avoid any ride I was at and was constantly glaring at me because the supervisor never showed up. Even though he watched me dial and talk on the phone.

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For Flash Fic Fest (can it be in Friends style?) Sherlolly: The One with Him Having the Symptoms. :) Thank you :)

Note: I have only ever been a cursory Friends watcher at best so this probably isn’t going to be very close to a proper pastiche. Just sayin’.

“A fever, a headache, a stomachache, earache, sore throat, cough, and…your fingernails hurt?”

Sherlock nodded miserably. “All eight of them plus the thumbnails. They feel like someone’s taken a sharp pen and stabbed them all.”

“Uh huh.” Molly sounded (understandably) skeptical at this particular symptom. “And you called me instead of John to help you with these symptoms because…?” She allowed the question to trail of suggestively.

The ailing consulting detective clutched the duvet to his chin and gave her a pitiful look. “Because John’s bedside manner is utter shite. Also…” He paused, bit his lower lip, looked away, then back up at her through his eyelashes. “Alsohedoesn’tkissthingsandmakethembetter,” he finished in a rush. “And I wouldn’t want him to, either,” he added under his breath.

The smile Molly had been fighting broke free. “Well, if you have some weird version of the flu, then the only part of you I can safely kiss would be your fingernails. And thumbnails, of course.”

A grin crept over Sherlock’s features as well. He held out his hands expectantly; Molly shook her head but sat on the edge of the bed and took her hands in his. One by one she kissed the stricken digits, starting with the pinkies and working her way to the thumbs and finishing by pressing soft kisses to his knuckles. “Just in case they start hurting later,” she told Sherlock. “Now. Take your meds, try to get some sleep - and tomorrow, if you’re very good, maybe I’ll find other spots on your body that are safe to kiss.”

Now that was an order Sherlock could gladly comply with.

Saudade

(n.) a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant, or that has been loved and then lost; “the love that remains”

Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook 

Warning: Fluff, Smut and so much Angst. Please don’t proceed if you are triggered easily. 

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Originally posted by starrijmn

The night unfolded cold and dark; the November weather had casted snow and rain upon the city of Seoul. You admired the city from above the steep concrete that leads to your home. The moving cars, the tall buildings and the blinding lights all were beautiful, almost mesmerizing you would think if you hadn’t met Taehyung.

You climbed up the lazy stairs of your building, counting down the familiar number to your apartment. You reached for the keys inside your bag and unlocked the door.

“Taehyung? I’m home” you called out while throwing your jacket and bag onto the couch as you proceeded to the kitchen.

“Hey baby” Taehyung said as he walked to your frame to leave a kiss on your forehead. He was wearing a plain button up shirt that wasn’t buttoned all the way up, revealing his chiselling, sun kissed toned chest, one that you got used to sleeping on and finding comfort in along with black trousers. You leaned into his body wanting to feel more of his warm, nuzzling your head into the junction of his chest and shoulder, you placed small kisses earning a chuckle and a low moan from him.

“Is everything okay?” he asked and you could feel his worried gaze on you, making you lift your head up in response.

“Yeah, I just feel like… I don’t know… I missed you” you laughed ashamed of yourself, you had been living with him for more than you can remember, and you had seen him just before you left for work, it hadn’t even been 9 hours since then. He always had that effect on you, it wasn’t unusual he always makes you miss him when you leave his side.

“I’m right here baby” he whispered, comforting you by running his hands up and down your sides, looking at you with warm and tender eyes. You wonder how you go so lucky to belong to someone like him, so affectionate, so loving.

You reached out for his cheeks with your palms, both encapsulating him into your hold and moved your lips to capture his. The kiss was like usual, so innocent and beautiful. Taehyung was always fast to respond to your lips, as if he was always expecting them, something you’ve always loved about him. The kiss slowly grew into something more passionate laced with lust, you could see it in him and you could feel him emitting the same need as you are.
His hands guided you both to the bed without breaking the kiss, walking back till his knee found the familiar covers only to fall on his back, making you on top of him.

“I love you” you told him as you moved your lips down to kiss his chin, jaw and neck leaving behind beautiful colours of purple and red “so much”. “I love you too” he said before getting a hold of your lips with his and recuperating your actions. You had spent the entire night moaning out words of love to every thrust, every suck and every kiss. It was perfect, he was perfect.

The next morning was a repeat of yesterday’s, you woke up at 7am where the sun was outside burning bright rays through the white curtains and into the white walls, illuminating the room in a beautiful way. He was sleeping next to you, arms around your waist pulling you into his chest. You smiled at him before leaving a kiss on his forehead before getting ready to go to work.

“Y/N! Good Morning” your neighbour greeted as you were closing the door of your apartment.

“Good Morning Yeri” you greeted her back, she was a lovely person beautiful inside out. She always beamed with happy and good radiation. You always felt sorry for not showing up when she invited you to her home or when she asks you to go with her to get groceries. You were always occupied to Taehyung.

“How are you?” she asked with a smile in her face

“Good, what about you?” you asked returning her smile.

“I’m good too” she spoke before continuing “Aren’t you going to lock your door? You always leave it unlocked you might get robbed one day” she said.

“Oh, Taehyung’s inside he’ll lock it when he wakes like he always does don’t worry” you replied

“Y/N… Can you do me a favour?” she asked with her smile faltering which alarmed you a small amount.

“Yeah, sure” you replied.

“Can you meet someone for me? I-uh, they’ve always wanted to meet you and – just please? I know this is weird” she tried to laugh it off.

“Okay?” you said unsure, “Who is it?” you asked curiously.

“His name is Jungkook, he’s a friend of mine” she said looking away from you “I think, he would like to meet you” she added.

You were sceptical. Who was he? “Yeri, this is kind of weird for me you kn-“

“Just please?” she begged making you unable to reject her request.

“Okay… When?” you questioned

“Tonight, 7pm in Santiago it’s a local café just next to Raven’s park” she cut off making you laugh, she appeared almost desperate for you to meet this man.

“Okay, okay I’ll meet him” you said as you excused yourself before you were late to work. You work as an accountant. You deal with complex transactions that take a significant focus of your mind, respond to client emails and answer calls with occasional meetings throughout the week. You didn’t mind your job much.

At 6pm, you attempted to tidy up your desk and put files into place before turning off the light of your office in order to leave, not forgetting the favour you owned your neighbour. In all honestly, you never enjoyed meeting new people just like Taehyung, and grew anxious, maybe that’s why she told you to do this favour you thought, maybe she picked onto your bad habits. You chose not to dive too much into it and just try to be your normal self.

You know you found the right place when you spotted the baby blue café, right next to the park as Yeri described. It was near to 7 and decided to walk in and find a table. The place was cozy and small, it had only a few people and it smelt of the amazing scent of coffee. As you were approaching a table, a man appeared your age tapped your back.

“Are you Y/N?” he asks shyly.

“Ah yes! You must be Jungkook” you replied, “Sorry was I late?” You asked awkwardly.

“No… No not at all” he smiled, “I found us a table there, it much warmer”.

“Sure” You nodded before walking to the table and settling into a chair the faced his.

“Here you go, this is the menu choose what you’d like to drink.” He spoke before adding “Although I do recommend their caramel chai latte, I’ve tried everything here and nothing seems to beat it” he grinned.

“Alright then, one caramel chai latte” you smiled back.

“Great choice” he said before walking up to order for the both of you.

He returned with two of your drinks, handing one on your side of the table before taking his seat again.

“I take it you were told by Yeri to meet me, correct?” he proceeded as he took a sip of his drink.

“Yeah, I have” you replied, “She didn’t tell me why though” you confessed.

“Oh” his expression changed “I guess this makes it a little bit awkward, isn’t it?”

“Slightly, yeah” you laughed before taking a sip to try and dissolve the heavy air.

“Okay tell you what, how about we get to know each other?” he proposed.

You both finished your cups of coffee while learning more about each other. He was so easy to talk to, he learned about most of your life which included where you grew up, your age, your work and Taehyung, while he told you about his. He was a good guy, handsome and had the most charming bunny smile and you enjoyed his company. You knew it was getting late when you received a call from Taehyung.

“Hey baby? Where are you?” he spoke from the other side of the phone.

“Ah Taehyung! I’m with a friend” you said biting the inside of your cheek to prevent your mouth from cracking a smile as you see Jungkook smirk at the title you had so quickly given him.

“Friend? Who?” your boyfriend asked.

“Jungkook, he’s a friend I met today” you told him

“A guy? Y/N be careful of meeting guys you don’t know late at night” he sounded worried making you smile at his unnecessary worry.

“Don’t worry, he’s a good guy” you nodded at your own words “I’ll see you in a bit, okay?” you told him before hanging up.

You placed your phone on the table, before returning your attention to the man in front of you.  

“Is it okay if I borrow your phone?” he asked hesitantly. “My battery died as I was playing some stupid games on my phone and I need to call somebody, if that’s okay?”

“Sure” you said before handing him his phone.

You watched him dial whoever he wanted to call and heard a short conversation, before distracting yourself by looking outside at the by-passers.  

“Thank you” you were interrupted by the words of the man in front of you, returning your attention to him once again.

“It’s okay” you said shyly.

“Actually, Y/N” he spoke quietly “I need to be honest with you” he said instilling anxiousness that dissipated when you thought he had been honest with you all along.

“What is it?” you asked as your eyes shakily looked into his, mentally preparing yourself for multiple scenarios running through your head.

“I`m- I’m a psychologist” he said making you laugh.

“Psychologist? So?” you laughed in confusion.

“No Y/N… Yer-… I’m meeting with you today because I am a psychologist, I’m a mental health counsellor”

“Excuse me?” you said confused.

“Why are you coming to meet me as a… wait, what?” you asked astonished.

“I know, this, Yeri told me about you. She told me you needed my help” he said carefully, trying to not hurt you with his choice of words.

“I don’t need your help” you said as you got up angrily, how dare she ask you to meet a counsellor, did she think you were crazy? So many thoughts ran in your mind making you grow angrier.

“Y/N please! Listen to me” he called out as you walked away, making him walk after you.

“Let me explain okay? Please?” he said and you had no reason to be angry with him, he didn’t lie about who he is and you didn’t want to go back home confused on why the hell they think you’re crazy.

“Let’s go to a quieter place? The park?” he suggested and you nodded, he didn’t seem like a person who would try to do anything to you and you trusted him.

As you walked in the park, you spotted a free chair where you both can talk.

“Let’s sit here, shall we?” he said as he sat down.

“I know this is going to be hard to hear” he looked up at you “Please sit down” he asked while glancing a worried look at you before looking down to the floor. You sit down warily.

“Like I said… Yeri called me a while ago and sh-she told me you needed my help. I didn’t know what she meant but she told me you-“ he looked at me “You… You’re not okay.” He sighed, and you were more confused.

“Jungkook-“

“Let me finish okay? I just don’t want to shock you… I’ve been following you around for a while thinking you were a danger to yourself like many of my other patients, I didn’t know what was ‘wrong’ with you because you seemed fine”

“Yeah, that’s because I am fine. I’m not crazy” you laughed.

“No, no y/n… You’re not okay” he replied sternly cutting your laughter short before you erupted into more laughter.

“Okay, okay… So what? I’m crazy?” you laughed more

“Y/N, I know this is hard to hear I’ve seen the way people react to my diagnosis but they all expected something to be wrong with them, which is why they come to my office. But you, you don’t even know that there’s something wrong and for me to break it down to you is hard for me too” he sighed again.

“What’s wrong with me then?” you asked looking at him carefully.

“You’re schizophrenic.” He said while maintaining an intense eye contact.

You analysed him carefully, looking for the smallest sign that can give away the big fat prank he’s trying to make on you. There were none. What the hell is he talking about?! You tried to keep your mouth shut and refrain yourself from erupting into another fit of laughter, but you failed and laughed hysterically.

“Sorry to break it down to you Jungkook but I’m not hallucinating shadows or hearing unordinary noise but I appreciate the talk.” you said as you were getting up only to catch his hand around your wrist pulling you back into your position.

“Please listen to me, I’m not finished talking” he said “I promise I’ll prove It but don’t make it hard on me to do that” he sighed for the third time.

“Give me your phone” he instructed,

“Why? To let Yeri know that her neighbour isn’t the crazy bitch she thought she is?”

“No Y/N, let me prove it to you” he said

“Fine” you said as you handed him the phone “Prove it” you challenged him.

You saw his finger ghost the screen before he clicked onto the contacts and clicking on ‘Love’ which was what you saved Taehyung as on your phone. You were so confused, how is he going to prove you were crazy by calling Taehyung? Only then it hits you.

“The number you have dialled has not been recognised. Please try again” What the hell? This is Taehyung’s phone number?!

“What the fuck?” you questioned before snatching the phone to see if the phone number was the one you recognised as Taehyung’s and it was. What the hell is going on? Why is his phone number not recognised? He only called you minutes ago!

“Look, see… I’m so sorry Y/N” Jungkook spoke slowly before shattering your heart into pieces with what he claimed next “Taehyung isn’t real Y/N”.

“What?! What do you mean?!” you panicked “I’ve known him for years Jungkook, how dare you even say that?! This isn’t funny” you tried to get up again.

“I know I told you it’ll be hard to hear, but if I was lying why is his phone number not being recognised?! Forget that, why is his phone number not on your recent call list? He never called you! You were hallucinating it!” he tried to explain but you only grew more furious.

“Don’t you dare tell me who Taehyung is, I don’t even know you don’t you dare pretend you know me let alone him!” you shouted before running away. What the hell is happening?! You were heartbroken by the fact that someone told you the man of your life was just an imagination, that’s not possible! You see him, you hear him and most importantly you can feel him! How can he claim such thing.

Deep inside, you were panicked, what if he was right? You needed to confirm this! You need to return to Taehyung and ask him about this whole entire nonsense” You were so busy with your thoughts that you didn’t notice that Jungkook was behind you, calling out your name while trying to keep your pace.

You reached the familiar tall building and hurried up the stairs. When you reached your familiar door, you were praying silently that it was locked, that there’s a smallest of a confirmation that Taehyung is here. But like Yeri told you, it was unlocked, just like you left it.

“Taehyung?!” you called out frantically as you pushed the door open. “Taehyung?! Where are you” you tried your hardest not to cry.

“Y/N? What’s wrong baby?” he said as he hurried from the door frame you always seemed to find him where you returned from home.

“Thank God! Taehyung you won’t believe this, a man I met said yo-“

“Y/N!” Jungkook called out to you at your door way.

“See?! He’s real Jungkook! He’s right here” you pointed at him.

“Y/N… I don’t see him…Please just list-“ Jungkook said as he held onto your arm.

“Don’t touch me! Stop lying! Taehyung please tell him I’m not crazy! You’re right here!!!” You shouted as tears fell down your cheeks as you saw a defeated Taehyung.

“I’m sorry baby…” he said while approaching you. “I’m so sorry…”

“Why are you sorry?! What does this mean?!” you were torn apart, not knowing why he was apologising broke you because you knew something was wrong.

“Because… I’m not real…” he said as you witnessed tears running down his cheeks too, he looked exactly like you, then everything clocked. You were looking at another version of yourself, someone that knew you well, someone that had gave you everything you wanted without asking for it, someone that was too perfect to be true.

You couldn’t handle the shake in your legs and fell onto your knees, you were defeated. Life as you know it was over. You had been living in your own lies and delusions, how were you to live? You didn’t know life without him. You were broken as more evidence of your delusions hit you one by one.
The unlocked door, the none opened messages you send him, the marks of love that you saw on him but not on you. It all made sense, and you wish it didn’t. You will never be able to move on from this. How do you accept that he isn’t real? That your love isn’t real?

The last thing you heard before darkness invaded your vision was Jungkook saying “I got you, you’re going to be okay”.

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2

“Dean–have you heard from Y/N?” The angel was striding toward the elder Winchester with purpose and lines of anxiety creasing his forehead.

“What? No. Why?” Dean froze and waited with concern for Cas to explain.

“We were supposed to meet. Y/N didn’t arrive at the previously agreed to time,” Cas explained.

Dean froze and read the intensity on the angel’s face. His mind was immediately racing and his stomach tightened into a knot. In the next moment he was a blur or movement and raced to grab his phone and dial your number. Cas watched the welling of anxiety and fear that was rising in Dean. Cas knew that Dean would not be content until he was able to see you, in person, and know that you were safe.