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Do you suppose the showrunners fully appreciate how the fandom feels about Susan Vasquez?

Originally posted by chopchopmissgrant

i mean look at her.  why wouldn’t you want her on your team, whether she’s watching your back in a firefight, helping you pick up chicks, or banging your face off?  do they understand how much we love her?  how important she is??  the fandom took one look at her and was like “yummy butch latina you are very important to us” and while this fandom has its share of fuckery like any other, the way it treats Susan Vasquez is one thing it gets very right.

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Do you guys think Joyce will tell Lonnie about Will coming back? I personally would love if she does not, and someday that piece of moldy bread hears about it and goes, fuming, to her house, demanding explanation as to why she didn’t immediately tell him his son was alive and when he gets there, he sees another car parked outside

And honestly, it just happens that Hopper is there that day, can you imagine the kind of things Lonnie will think and/or say?

Can you imagine the interaction? Between not only Lonnie and Joyce, but Lonnie and Hopper, and Lonnie and the boys?

Because I can and man, if that happens somehow in season 2 I will SCREAM

United We Stand (Part 1)

Prompt: This was inspired by 2 imagines! Reader and Raven have a sordid past that Charles is always caught in the middle of.

Pairing: Charles X Reader

Warnings: language, hostility, violence, angst,

Word Count: 1203

Notes: This is based around X-Men Apocalypse. The imagines were combined: Imagine instead of Jean, you went into Charles’s mind to fight Apocalypse for him. “Y/N! Please! I need you!” & Imagine having powers like Scarlet Witch and Charles being VERY interested in them. @marvel-imagines-marvel-fandoms

Also was beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes and @amarvelouswritings


“Charles, why didn’t she recognize me, she knew me in this form,” Raven questioned as Moira, Hank, and Alex left the room.

“Well after you left me on the beach in Cuba, I took her memories of that time. Have a seat,” Charles offered to her as you stood behind his desk. When he wheeled in front of you, you put your hand on his shoulder.

“Lucky girl,” Raven commented, her blood boiling. Before she had left with Erik on the beach in Cuba, you had been good friends- in fact, you’d go as far to say you were best friends. You’d dated Charles for five years when all of the havoc with Erik and Shaw broke out. But when she left, when she broke Charles heart, you hated her. Your relationship had forever been altered with her.

“It’s good to see you Raven. Welcome home,” Charles said warmly.

“This isn’t my home,” she spat.

Instantly, your insides boiled and you saw red. “How dare you?” you questioned, your hand leaving Charles’s shoulder as you stepped forward. “How dare you say that to him? He was nothing but kind to you.”

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“Makeup Tips” Jimin BTS Fic~

Anonymous asked:  -Heyy I want to request a fic/drabble (totally up to you! I can’t really decide the length, sorry T.T) of Jimin crushing on a make-up artist so whenever he go into the waiting room to get everything done, he’ll immediately look for her/him and be very pouty if she/he is not there. But if they meet again, Jimin will be very attention-seeking by asking lots of things about make-up. It ends up with them agreeing to go out for a date someday XD (sorry if it’s too complicated/long. Thank you! <3)

A/N: YAAAS JIMINIE CRUSHING, i’m so happy for this request!! Insp based on the gif,i wanted to do a drabble but i was so immersed in trying to show cute and fluffy awkward chims that things got a little out of hand D:. Orz . Hope you like it Nonnie!! <3 I’m sorry for taking so long >3<

Genre: FLUFF
Word Count: 2259
Pairing: JiminXReader


Jimin was on the elevator.
First floor.
Second floor.
His heart racing as fast as ever, his hand pushing his chest back trying to control it at no avail. He had done this a thousand times, get up, dress, go to the company to get the schedule for him and the members, whine secretly, warm up a bit by dancing, dress properly for the work day ahead of him, make up, and take off. Ever since 2013 this was the typical routine for the day, with some minor exceptions. But around 3 months prior, his routine was crushed. His head was no longer his, it was no longer in control, now his heart stepped on the way every time he arrived at the Big Hit building. His routine was crushed…by you.
It happened fast and without warning, a former stylist left the makeup crew of the boys to dedicate to other goals.Immediately you arrived as the replacement, one day the other stylist was gone and you appeared. Jimin’s chest was struck by a powerful ( metaphorical ) lighting and whenever he saw you he would do anything to have something to talk with you, ANYTHING.
And so, he started to engage in conversation with you, he would ask you “tips” about makeup claiming he would probably need them for when they go to the airport or when they go out and you can’t be there to help him or the others, he would comment “Oh! That’s a nice eyeliner you got today!, ¿How you managed to do it so perfectly?” and you humbly would reply to him, thinking he had an honest intrigue about the things you asked, and he actually was, but that probably wasn’t the whole reason why he did it. He enjoyed watching as you carefully explained in detail to him what techniques he could use that would be easy to do his and others makeup in case they needed (a question of course asked by him), he was mesmerized by your hands using the tools with so much delicacy, he saw you as if you were a painter drawing over a canvas painting a masterpiece, you nose would sometimes scrunch when the lightest touch of your pencil was required. He would just stare infinitely at your when you weren’t looking, and the other members would shake him back to reality.
“Are you listening?” “Yah, brat, pay attention!” “Jimin where are our contacts…Jimin?…Jimin?? Heeellooo~?” “The mochi is out of the building”.
“Why don’t you ask her out?”

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Hello Detective (Chapter 20)

Part 1   Part 2   Part 3   Part 4   Part 5   Part 6   Part 7   Part 8   Part 9   Part 10   Part 11   Part 12   Part 13   Part 14   Part 15   Part 16   Part 17   Part 18   Part 19   Part 20   Part 21   Part 22   Part 23   Part 24   Part 25   Part 26  Part 27  Part 28  Part 29  Part 30  Part 31  Part 32  Part 33  Part 34   Part 35   Part 36   Part 37   Part 38  Part 39   Part 40     Part 41   Part 42   Part 43   Part 44   Part 45   Part 46   Part 47   Part 48   Part 49   Part 50  Part 51  Part 52  Part 53  Part 54  Part 55   Part 56  Part 57 Part 58 Part 59 Part 60

(really long hahaha)

“We were worried when you didn’t come in this morning.” Lestrade said to you.

“Bit of a weird night.” You said, following Lestrade into his office where Donovan was waiting.

“Oh, look who decided to show up. What’d you do? Bang your head against the headboard to hard?” Donovan said, smirking and pointing to your bruised temple.

“Good morning to you too Sally.” You fake smiled, she was only jealous because Lestrade liked you more.

“You like the funny cases don’t you, the surprising ones.” Lestrade said to Sherlock, changing the subject.

“Obviously.” Sherlock said.

“Then you’ll love this.” Lestrade said. “That explosion.”

“Gas leak, yes.” Sherlock said.

“No.” Lestrade returned.

“No?” Sherlock asked surprised.

“No, made to look like one,” Lestrade explained, “Nothing left of the place, except a strong box. A very strong box, and inside it was this.” Lestrade said pointing to an envelope on his desk.

“You haven’t opened it.” Sherlock observed.

“It’s addressed to you, isn’t it?” Lestrade said. “We’ve X-rayed it. It’s not booby-trapped.”

“How reassuring.” Sherlock said. He examined the thick envelope under a desk lamp. “Nice stationary, Bohemian. From the Czech Republic. She used a fountain pen. Parker Duofold, iridium nib.” Sherlock deduced. He began to open it and dumped its contents out onto his hand. It was an iPhone in a pink case.

“But that… that’s the phone. The pink phone.” John stammered.

“What, from The Study in Pink?” Lestrade asked.

“Well obviously it’s not the same phone but it’s supposed to look like… A Study in Pink? You read his blog?” Sherlock asked annoyed.

“Of course I read his blog. We all do. Do you really not know that the Earth goes round the sun?” Lestrade asked, and Donovan snickered as she walked out of the room.

“It isn’t the same phone. This one’s brand-new. Someone’s gone to a lot of trouble to make it look like the same phone. Which means your blog has a far wider readership.” Sherlock said as he clicked the phone on. He went to the voicemail but all it was was 5 pips.

“Was that it?” Lestrade asked.

“No that’s not it.” Sherlock said, and he was right. After the message was over the phone received a text. It was a picture of a disheveled flat.

“What the hell are we supposed to make of that? An estate agent’s photo and the bloody Greenwich pips.” Lestrade said.

“It’s a warning. Some secret societies used to send dried melon seeds, orange pips, things like that. Five pips. They’re warning us it’s going to happen again.” Sherlock said.

“Hang on. I’ve seen that place before.” You said, taking the phone out of Sherlock’s hand.

“What’s gonna happen again?” John asked.

“Boom!” Sherlock replied.

The three men followed you out to the street to fetch a cab.

“I looked at this flat when I first moved here. We could have been flatmates.” You said to Sherlock.

“How do you mean?” Sherlock asked.

“This picture, it’s of 221C Baker Street.” You explained and the four of you caught a cab back to Sherlock’s flat. Sherlock hopped out first and went to unlock the door. The other two men followed, leaving you to pay.

“I’ll just pay then.” You said annoyingly as you handed the cabbie the fare.

“Mrs. Hudson!” Sherlock yelled as we entered the flat.

“I knew you looked familiar dear. You came to see about this flat around the same time Sherlock moved in here.” Mrs. Hudson said to you as she handed Sherlock the key.

“This door has been opened, recently.” He said.

“No, can’t be. That’s the only key. I can’t get anyone interested in this flat. It’s the damp, I expect. That’s the curse of basements. I’d a place once when I was first married. Black mold all up the wall…” Mrs. Hudson said, as the three men ignored her and walked down the stairs.

“Men…” you shrugged and smiled at her before following the guys down the stairs. When you made it to the bottom you saw that the only thing in the empty room were a pair of tennis shoes in the center. Sherlock began to walk towards them.

“He’s a bomber, remember.” John said, Sherlock continued on carefully. He knelt down next to the shoes slowly. Suddenly the pink phone rang, nearly making you jump. He stood up and answered it.

“Hello?” He asked.

“H…Hello… sexy.” the voice began, she was crying.

“Who is this?” Sherlock asked.

“I’ve…sent you… a little puzzle, just to say hi.”

“Who’s talking? Why are you crying?” Sherlock asked.

“I’m not crying. I’m typing and this study bitch is reading it out.”

“The curtain rises.” Sherlock mumbles to himself.

“What?” John asked, having heard him.

“Nothing.” Sherlock said.

“No, what did you mean?” John said.

“I’ve been expecting this for some time.” Sherlock replied.

“Twelve hours to solve my puzzle, Sherlock or I’m going to be so naughty.” The call ended.

Lestrade caught a cab back to Scotland Yard to start working things out back there, look for this poor kidnapped lady.  He instructed you to stay with Sherlock. This case was clearly all about him. Sherlock, John, and you went to Bart’s so you could start examining the shoes. Thank God Sherlock is a graduate Chemist.

When you walked in the lab you hung up your blazer on the coat rack. Now you were just in heels, tight slacks, and a brown strappy blouse.

“Who do you think it was?” John asked, you weren’t sure if he was talking to Sherlock or you.

“The woman on the phone… the crying woman.” John said again.

“She’s just a hostage.” You said.

“She doesn’t matter, no lead there.” Sherlock said.

“For god sake I wasn’t thinking about leads.” John said.

“You’re not going to be much use to her.” Sherlock said to John.

You walked behind Sherlock and examined all his equipment out on the lab table. On his computer he was trying to find a match for the dirt lodged in the bottom of the shoes.

“Are you trying to trace it, trace the call?” John asked you.

“No, whoever is doing this, planning all these intricate puzzles out for him,” you said pointing to Sherlock, “is not dumb enough to let his whole scheme crumple because of one traced call, he’ll have either re routed it through proxy servers or blocked the trace completely. This man is completely organized, I don’t plan on him making any mistakes.”

“Can you pass me my phone?” Sherlock asked you.

“Where is it?” You asked, standing behind him.

“My jacket.” He said. You rolled your eyes and reached into his jacket, your hand running against his chest and reaching into the breast pocket to pull out his phone.

“It’s a text from Mycroft.” You said, looking at his phone.

“Delete it.” He instructed, never looking up from the microscope.

“Delete it?” You asked, not sure why he wouldn’t even read it.

“Missile plans are out of the country now. Nothing we can do about it.” Sherlock said.

“Well, Mycroft thinks there is. He’s texted you eight times. Must be important.” You said.

“Then why didn’t he cancel his dental appointment? Mycroft never texts if he can talk.” Sherlock said.

“That’s not true, he texts me all the time.” You said.

“That’s because he’s infatuated with you. Look, Andrew West stole the missile plans, tried to sell them, got his head smashed in for his pains. End of story. The only mystery is this, why is my brother so determined to bore me when somebody else is being so delightfully interesting?” Sherlock said.

“Hold up… Did you say Mycroft was infatuated with me?” You laughed.

“Well he did take you to lunch yesterday didn’t he?” Sherlock said.

“Well so? He also offered me a job, that doesn’t mean he’s infatuated with me.” You argued.

“You’re probably the first woman he’s ever met that’s his intellectual equal… or at least mine.” Sherlock said. You were astounded, firstly by the fact that Sherlock believed you were his intellectual equal, which was saying something, and secondly by the fact that he thought Mycroft was basically in love with you.

“Try and remember there’s a woman here who might die.” John said, disappointed in our banter.

“What for? There’s hospitals full of people dying, Doctor. Why don’t you go and cry by their bedside? See what good it does then.” Sherlock replied insensitively. John got a little upset and walked out the door. He probably just went to the loo, he’d be back in five minutes. He does love to be dramatic though.

Suddenly Sherlock’s computer beeped, indicating its found a match for the dirt on the shoes.  As Molly walked in the door your phone rang, Lestrade was checking in.

“Any luck?” Molly asked.

“Oh yes!” Sherlock said excitedly. You turned to take the call.

‘Hey, any luck with the missing persons reports?” You asked Lestrade, who was looking if any women had been reported missing within the last few days. You heard the door open again and another voice was heard in the room.

Molly was introducing the man to Sherlock, she then turned to you

“And this is Sergeant Gregson.” Molly said, you turned around at the sound of your name and quickly shook the man’s hand, clearly more interested in your phone call.

“No none reported recently. What about on your end?” Lestrade asked.

“Hang on let me ask… Sherlock Lestrade wants to know the progress.” you said. You turned to Sherlock, your phone still pressed against your ear. You rested the other hand on the lab table next to him.  

“Tell him to meet us at our flat in an hour.” Sherlock said, still looking into the microscope.

“So you’re Sherlock Holmes. Molly told me all about you, are you on one of your cases?” The man said, clearly no one was going to reply.

“Did you hear that?” You asked Lestrade.

“Jim works in IT, upstairs. That’s how we met. Office romance.” Molly giggled.

“Yup, I’ll see you guys then.” Lestrade  said.

“Gay. I mean, hey.” Sherlock said, after one glance at the man.

“Alright, bye.” You said, ending the call.

“Well, I better be off. I’ll see you at the Fox. About six-ish?” The man said, turning and walking towards the door. You never got a clear look at his face but the fact that his underwear was hanging off was good enough to prove to you that this man was indeed gay.

“What do you mean gay? We’re together.” Molly said.

“And domestic bliss must suit you, Molly. You’ve put on three pounds since I last saw you.” Sherlock said rudely.

“Two and a half.” she tried to defend herself.

“No, three.” Sherlock stated again.

“Sherlock.” you said, warning him.

“He’s not gay! Why do you have to spoil… He’s not!” Molly yelled.

“Please, with that level of personal grooming? Tinted eyelashes. Clear signs of taurine cream around the frown lines, those tired, clubber’s eyes. Then there’s his underwear.” Sherlock scoffed.

“His underwear?” Molly asked, appalled.

“Visible above the waistline. Very visible, very particular brand. That plus the extremely suggestive fact that he just left his number under this dish here.” Sherlock said, picking up the piece of paper.

“Maybe the number was for her, I mean her tits are practically hanging out.” Molly said pointing to you.

“Hey! Even if the number was for me, do you really want to continue dating someone who was trying to pick up another chick right in front of his current girlfriend. I’d say you better break it off now and save yourself the pain.” You said. Molly rushed out the door angrily.

You immediately looked down at your chest. Contrary to Molly’s statement, your breasts weren’t hanging out that much. You couldn’t help it you had them, they were just there. You pulled the straps up on your blouse to see if they’d go in any more but you had no such luck. Sherlock noticed what you were doing.

“What she said bothered you didn’t it?” He asked. You looked up awkwardly, your hands practically on your boobs.

“Well, yeah.” You said, moving your hands to your waist.

“Leave them alone, they look great.” Sherlock said. You blushed.

“Sherlock!” You giggled, punching him lightly on the arm.  

“What?” Sherlock smirked.

“I don’t know, it’s just not like you to say something like that.” You laughed.

“I guess I’ve just never had anyone make me feel like you do.” He said, your eyes widened as you looked into his blue orbs. All you wanted to do right now was run your hands through those curls and let him take you on this table. The computer beeping broke your thoughts.

Sherlock pushed one of the shoes towards you, asking you to take it. You raised an eyebrow at him.

“You know what I do, go on.” Sherlock said.

“You want me to do what you do?” you asked and he nodded. You smirked and picked up the shoe.

“They’re very clean, but the sole of well worn, suggesting they’re old. Cleaned properly, the owner must have loved them. They’re quite large, suggesting a man, but there’s faint traces of marker inside where a name would have been written.” You said, in an arrogant way with your best British accent.

“You’re on sparkling form, what else?” Sherlock said, smiling at the accent.

“Adults don’t write their names in their shoes so these belonged to a child. Very ‘80s. Could be retro, or could be originals. If he loved them, kept this good care of them, then why did he lose them or give them up?” You added. “How did I do?”

“Well, Y/N, really well. I mean you missed almost everything of importance, but.” Sherlock said in an American accent. You laughed.

“That’s my line.” You said, smirking.

“Well, you know. I thought we were just doing impressions now,” Sherlock laughed, “You said that to me the day we met. God, I was so excited to find someone like me.” You smirked. You liked this Sherlock, this flirty, cocky, but still sweet. And always sexy.

“Your turn.” you smiled, handing him the shoe.

“Well you haven’t left me much left. He changed the laces three… No, four times. Even so, there are traces of his flaky skin where his fingers have come into contact with them so he suffered from eczema. Weak arches. Analysis shows the mud is from Sussex with London mud overlaying it. So the kid who owned these trainers, came to London from Sussex 20 years ago and left them behind.”

“So what happened to him?” You asked.

“Something bad. So a child with big feet gets…” Sherlock began and then he stopped. His eyes grew wide and you could tell he was thinking or remembering something.

“What?” you asked.

“Carl Powers.” He whispered.

“Who is that?” You asked.

“It’s where I began, Y/N. Go find John, we need to get back to Baker Street.” Sherlock instructed and you nodded.

When the three of you returned to Baker street, Lestrade was there waiting for you.

“Who is Carl Powers?” You asked Sherlock.

“1989, young kid, champion swimmer, came up from Brighton for a school sports tournament, drowned in the pool. Tragic accident. You wouldn’t remember it. Why should you?”

“But you remember?” You asked him.

“Yes.” He answered.

“Something fishy about it?” You asked again.

“Nobody thought so. Nobody except me. I was only a kid myself. I read about it in the papers.” Sherlock continued.

“You started young, didn’t you.” John commented.

“The boy, Carl Powers, had some kind of fit in the water, but by the time they got him out, it was too late. There was something wrong somewhere. I couldn’t get it out of my head.” sherlock said.

“What?” Lestrade asked.

“His shoes. They weren’t there. I made a fuss. I tried to get the police interested but nobody seemed to think it was important. He’d left all the rest of his clothes in the locker. But there was no sign of his shoes. Unit now.” Sherlock said, holding up the evidence bag with the shoes inside. You looked at your watch, there was only 6 hours left to solve the puzzle.

Sherlock sat down in the kitchen at his laptop researching. You sat opposite of him with Lestrade sifting through newspaper clippings. John was pacing in the living room, you knew he was concerned with the time and the kidnapped woman.

Sometimes, as an investigator it can be hard to remove yourself from the consequences. Just focus on the solution and stop stressing about what would happen if you didn’t solve the puzzle. In time sensitive cases like these it can be increasingly hard. Sherlock obviously has no problem with this. He wouldn’t even blink an eye if this woman died, all he cared about was solving it. Playing the game. Winning.

“Can I help? I want to help there’s only five hours left.” John said through the door, breaking you all out of your train of thought. You heard your phone ding in the other room.

“John would you mind getting that for me? It’s on the coffee table, thanks.” You said as he walked off to fetch it.

“It’s your brother. He’s texting her now about his case.” John said to Sherlock.

“Must be a root canal.” Sherlock said. John placed your phone on the table in front of you as you continued looking through the clippings.

“Look, he did say National importance.” John said.

“Hmph, how quaint.” Sherlock scoffed.

“What is?” John asked.

“You are. Queen and country.” Sherlock mocked, paying more attention to his investigation.

“You can’t just ignore it.” John chastised.

“I’m not ignoring it. I’m putting my best man onto it right now.” Sherlock said.

“Right good. Who’s that?” John asked, naively. You smirked, Sherlock looked up to him and raised his eyebrow.

“Well you better get going. Like you said… National importance.” Sherlock said.

The next time you looked at your watch there were only 3 hours left. Sherlock had moved to his microscope and Lestrade had gone out for coffee. Sherlock was analyzing the shoelaces from Carl Power’s trainers.

“Poison!” Sherlock yelled suddenly.

“What you going on about?” Mrs. Hudson asked, you hadn’t realized she’d entered the room to bring you all food.

“Clostridium botulinum! It’s one of the deadliest poisons on the planet.” Sherlock said.

“Are you saying he was murdered?” Lestrade asked from the doorway. He handed you your coffee and you thanked him.

“Remember the shoelaces. The boy suffered from eczema. It’d be the easiest thing in the world to introduce the poison into his medication. Two hours later, he comes up to London, the poison takes effect paralyses the muscles and he drowns.” Sherlock further explained.

“How come the autopsy didn’t pick that up?” Lestrade asked.

“It’s virtually undetectable. I’m sure no one would have been looking for it. It would have only taken about 75 nanograms to do it. One kg would be enough to kill the entire human population.” You answered.

Sherlock began typing furiously into his computer and you saw it was on his blog. Smart. This whole case was centered around him. The perp probably had text alerts for his blog.

“FOUND. Pair of trainers belonging to Carl Powers (1978-1989). Botulinum toxin still present. Apply 221b Baker St.” Sherlock typed.

“The killer kept the shoes all these years.” Lestrade said.

“Yes… Meaning?” Sherlock asked.

“He’s our bomber…” You answered. Suddenly the pink phone rang, again it was a blocked number.

“Well done, you. Come and get me.” The voice sobbed.

“Where are you? Tell us where you are.” Sherlock spoke into the phone. The woman answered and Lestrade looked to you, wide eyed.

“Let’s go!” He said to you. The two of you rushed down to his squad car and sped off to the location. You called for bomb squad once you got in the car.

“She lives in Cornwall. Two men broke in wearing masks, forced her to drive to the car park and decked her out in enough explosives to take down a house.” You explained to Sherlock once he met up with you guys back in Lestrade’s office at the Yard.

“She had to read off from this pager.” Lestrade said, placing the pager on the table.

“If she deviated by one word, the sniper would set her off.” Sherlock observed.

“Or if you hadn’t solved the case.” You pointed out.

“Oh… Elegant.” Sherlock said softly.

“What was the point? Why would anyone do this?” Lestrade asked.

“No, I can’t be the only person in the world that gets bored.” Sherlock said. Suddenly the pink phone buzzed again, indicating there was a voicemail. He played it and this time there were only four pips.

“First test passed, it would seem.” Sherlock said. “Here’s the second.” He held up the phone so Lestrade and you could see it. It was of a car, black, sporty.

“It’s abandoned, wouldn’t you say?” Sherlock observed.

“Go check if it’s been reported.” Lestrade instructed you, pointing outside to the phone and monitors. You nodded and glanced at the picture one last time, memorizing the make and license number. As you left the room Donovan entered, letting the ‘freak’ know he had a phone call. He stepped out of the room and stood near you, tapping away on the computer, holding the landline against your ear.

“Who is this? Is this you again?” you heard Sherlock ask. A moment passed before he spoke again.

“You’ve stolen another voice I presume.”

“Who are you? What’s that noise?”

The voice on your end spoke, killing your train of thought. You listened to the words they said, alerting you they found the car.

“Great.” you spoke, placing the phone back on the receiver.

“Found it.” you told Lestrade, passing by Sherlock who slowly lowered the phone from his ear. He turned to follow you and Lestrade out the door.

Pretty Bird Pt. 7 (BTS Angst)

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BTS members: Yoongi, Namjoon

Genre: Angst

Summary:  You are Big Hit’s newest trainee, and you have the luck to be tutored by BTS. But the thing is no one asked them before installing you in their dorm. They’re mad, but you’re stronger than you look.

N/A: Feedback is more than welcome!

Originally posted by vmiin

He rubbed his eyes, trying to shake the sleepiness out of his mind. It was almost done. Your sleeping form on the couch drew his attention. You were shivering, but he turned his gaze back at the computer sighting deeply. ‘It would have nice if you had stayed up…’ He lamented, annoyed. After hours staring at the screen while he worked you had fell asleep out of exhaustion. He needed you to be awake to learn the song, because you did not have much time, and he was worn out.

He stood up, thoughtlessly, and grabbed his woolly coat from the hanger and covered you with it. ‘You better thank me when you wake up, kid.’

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Debt Plan Pt. 2 - Thomas X Reader

Originally posted by hamiltongifs

“Where the hell have you been?” 

Alexander’s voice boomed as you closed the front door behind you. You had gone straight home after dinner with Thomas, worried your brother would have noticed your absence at dinner

“I had dinner with a few friends” You lied, removing your shoes and placing them neatly by the door

“Who?” He asked, his voice lowering in volume slightly. You tried to think of someone quickly. Angelica? She was in London. Eliza? She was at her father’s house with the children. You had no one to bail onto

“Why does it matter?” You said, walking past him and climbing the stairs. You were almost to your room when a hand grabbed your wrist and stopped you

“Y/N, Hercules stopped by Monticello to deliver Jefferson’s new slacks.” You froze in place, your heart stopped as he continued “He told me he saw you leaving Monticello, so I’ll ask you, Why. Were. You. With. Jefferson.” He spat the name at you and you felt your whole world coming down on top of you.

“I-I don’t know what you mean” You pulled your wrist from his grip and attempted to regain yourself. Before he could do anything, you raced up the stairs and into your room, slamming the door behind you

“You damn well do!” You heard him run up the stairs and bang on your door. You moved away from the door as it swung open to reveal a fuming Alexander. You narrowed your eyes at him as he moved closer to you.

“Why do you get to have a say in who I associate myself with?!” You shouted at him. He took a step back, not expecting backlash, but he was going to get more than backlash

“He’s a pompous dick!” He threw his hands up in the air as he shouted back

“The only dick is you!” You said, feeling tears brim at your eyes. You hated this, you hated fighting with Alexander more than anything

“Why is that?!” He cocked an eyebrow and moved closer to you

“Because I love him!” The words fell out of your mouth in a loud spew that you couldn’t control. You both stared at each other, him in shock from the words that came out of your mouth and you in shock from when. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He wasn’t supposed to find out this way

“You’re never seeing him again….” Alexander spoke low, turning away from you 


“You’re never seeing him again!” He shouted, causing you to cower back. He exited the room, slamming the door behind him, leaving you alone. You sat down on the floor and sobbed, fearing that you had lost the man you loved forever.

Knock Knock Knock

“Huh?” You turned towards your window where the noise had come from. You stood shakily and wiped your tears, walking towards the window and opening it to detect the cause of the noise. Right there, was what brought you utmost joy and happiness, what you thought you would never see again

Thomas Jefferson

The truth will surface

A/N: I really enjoy writing and it seems to calm me down. I really love that you like my stories so far it really gives me a boost of confidence even though I know that my english is not that good. I appreciate that you lovely people look through that. My second story is about our lovely Hoseokie, I hope you enjoy it. 

Summary:  what was going on? Hoseok just broke up with you but the fact that you agreed to it made him furious. You were confused. he was the one breaking up with you, but something was not right. and you were determined to find that out. Will you succeed?

Words: 1180

Originally posted by hoseoh

You felt nothing. You clutched the sink in your bathroom tighter. You just took a shower to relax. Unfortunately it didn’t work. The steam hanging in the air, fogging up the mirror. ‘’Why?’’ You thought to yourself. Your hands wiping the mirror to take a better look at yourself. Why was it that you couldn’t feel anything? You tried to get mad, you tried to cry, but there was absolutely nothing. You just stood there in the bathroom staring at yourself. Numb. You sighed and shuffled out of the bathroom towards the stairs. You looked at your living room remembering what happened 2 hours ago.

you were heading to the kitchen to grab some food. It was around 8 ‘ o clock when you decided you should eat some more. No, you weren’t hungry at all but one thing that you absolutely didn’t like about yourself was that you ate when you were bored. Well it wouldn’t be that bad if you grabbed an apple or something. No, you were one of those people that needed ice-cream or chips, just a snack.

You searched the cupboards and your eye fell on the box of cookies. You smiled and reached for them. A knock on the door caused you to curse. ‘’damn it. Who could that be. It couldn’t be Hoseok. He said that he would be busy tonight.’’ You shrugged and went over to the door and cracked it slightly open and took a peak. Your eyes widened. ‘’Hoseok?’’ You said surprised. ‘’Ah, hey (y/n).’’ He replied. You opened the door wider to let Hoseok in. He walked straight past you without giving you a peck on the lips which he normally did when he visited you. You frowned but decided not to think too much of it. ‘’I thought you weren’t able to come tonight. Not that I don’t mind. I mean I was just getting some snacks because I was bored but now that you’re here I don’t have to eat.’’ You said and patted your belly, glad that the cookies stayed in their package. ‘’I wasn’t supposed to come over but I wanted to tell you something.’’ he began cautiously. Now that got you worried. ‘’(y/n) don’t climb to conclusions. Maybe he just wants to tell me that he ate my cupcakes I had left in his fridge.’’ You thought to yourself. ‘’Okay. that’s fine. Do you want take a seat.’’ I asked him and walked over to the couch. ‘’No, I want to do this quickly.’’ He sounded unsure at first but then he straightened his shoulders. ‘’(y/n), I will get straight to the point. I want to break up.’’ Now that was something that you didn’t see coming. ‘’Come again.’’ You answered him and leaned forward to catch his words better. ‘’I want to break up.’’ He said louder. ‘’What?’’ you responded. ‘’Do you want me to shout it to the world or write it down. I want to break up!’’ He screamed this time. Okay. You heard it right the first time. You stared at him. Hoseok was pacing around the living room. ‘’But why?’’ You softly said standing up from the couch. ‘’I – I .. ‘’ Hoseok stuttered his eyes wandering around the room but never meeting yours. You looked at him.  He could feel your eyes burning. That got him mad, he was nervous and felt guilty as hell. ‘’ Because I fell in love with someone else!.’’ He screamed and didn’t dare to look into your eyes. You didn’t say anything. You had no clue what to say. You opened your mouth and closed it again. The silence was unbearable the pressure you felt right now was suffocating. ‘’Okay.’’ you answered him and stumbled backwards, your kneecaps hitting the sofa and falling down on the couch ‘’Okay? ‘’ he repeated suprised. You thought you were going to cry, to feel angry or sad but there was nothing. Your heart felt numb. ‘’Yes Hoseok. Okay.’’ You repeated yourself again. ‘’It’s a sign you stopped loving me, or at least loving me less or else you wouldn’t have falling in love with another woman. I don’t want to force you to stay with me. If you don’t love me anymore, just go.’’ I answered him. snatching the cushion from the ground and holding it close to me. ‘’ What the hell!’’ He yelled. ‘’You just let me go like that.’’ He spat. ‘’ That tells me you stopped loving ME.’’ He said angry and screamed louder when he said ‘me’  his hand tucking at his hair angry  He stomped over to the door and yelled before he left . “ I’m glad I fell for someone else. She wouldn’t let me go so easily’’ and slammed the door shut. You heard a pot breaking outside.

You were standing in the kitchen waiting for the water to boil. You were confused. He said that he fell in love with someone else but when you agreed to break up he got furious and what was the point in keeping him here if he didn’t feel anything for you anymore

The water boiled and you grabbed a cup and filled it up, the tea-bag dangling in the water. You sighed once again and sat at the kitchen table. Why don’t I feel anything. Nothing  interested you at the moment. You couldn’t care less. Your banged your head against the table. Maybe your emotions stopped working and the banging will get them to work again. ‘’What the heck are you doing?’’  You shot up, now your knees banging against the underside of the table causing the cup full of tea to fall over. Some hot water dripped against your pants and touching your skin. You hissed. Shit that is hot. You stood up immediately and snatched a towel from the kitchen counter and dabbed it against your pants. ‘’Ah sorry (y/n)!’’ You heard Taehyung’s voice behind you. ‘’It’s okay, you didn’t do it on purpose.’’ You turned around and smiled at him. ‘’The pain is already gone. No worries.’’ You put him at ease.  You filled another cup of tea and handed it to him. he thanked you and sat opposite from you.

‘’What do I owe this visit from you, Tae?’’ You asked him. He took a sip of the warm liquid and put the cup down. ‘’Well, Hoseok came home a couple of hours ago.’’ He began slowly, and looked at you wary afraid to get you mad. When he saw no reaction at all his eyebrows shot up in confusing but continued. ‘’He slammed the door shut. It was really loud (y/n). The windows were shaking. Yoongi and I decided to check on him  to see what was going on. We saw a furious Hoseok. If looks could kill.’’ Taehyung shivered from the memory. You looked at him. ‘’Why are you telling me this?’’ you asked him. ‘’Just listen please?’’ He pleaded you and grabbed your right hand. You pulled your hand back and motioned with your hand to go on. ‘’He was pissed. Muttering things under his breath. Yoongi asked him what was wrong. He exploded. The shoe he had in his hand went flying, nearly missing Jimin who walked by.’’ Taehyung explained, and made the throwing gesture with his hand, his eyes wide. You giggled. His expression was to funny. ‘’Jimin was shocked, shrieked and ran away to his room.  We were also shocked. His was breathing heavily as if he had just finished a concert. And his face. Woaah never had I seen his face so red.’’ You knitted your eyebrows. What was Taehyung even saying. Taehyung continued. ‘’He screamed that you didn’t fight for him that you just let him leave like that. He broke down (y/n). He fell to his knees and wailed. ‘’

Now you were mad. Who did he think he was. He stomped into this house and broke up with you. He fell in love with someone else. This was his own fault. You stoop up angrily. ‘’What the hell.’’ You said and rubbed your face. You felt tired. ‘’He is really upset (y/n). I don’t know what happened but he is crying. He kept crying, whispering your name.’’ Taehyung stood up and walked over to you trying to calm you down. You didn’t want to lash out at him but you were pissed. How dare he.  You grabbed his hands and pulled it off your shoulders. ‘’Seriously.’’ You laughed. Now you’re heart was hammering in your chest the adrenaline pumping through it. ‘’He broke up with ME, Tae, with me!’’ You screamed. Taehyung flinched. ‘’He came here to tell me that he had falling in love with someone else! And now he is crying because of me?’’ You yelled and kicked the chair hard, the chair falling on its side. You breathed trough your nose. Taehyung hadn’t done anything wrong. He just came to tell you not knowing what was going on. ‘’Tae, I’m sorry.” You held his hands in yours and rubbed over his palm to calm him down. He was shocked never had he seen you so angry. You pulled him into a hug and buried your head against his chest. He wrapped his arms around your back. You stood there for a while.

Taehyung pulled away. ‘’Once again, sorry.’’  He just smiled. “ No, I am sorry. I didn’t know he broke up with you. he hasn’t the right to cry if he was the one breaking up with you.’’ He responded.  He wiped away your tears. Were you crying? it felt like someone was squeezing your heart. You broke from the hug. ‘’Oh my god!’’ You screamed happily. ‘’I’m crying.’’ you jumped onto Taehyung who was startled. You had definitely some mood swings. He just laughed awkwardly.  A phone went off. Taehyung glanced at the screen and picked it up, answering. ‘’Yea?’’ ‘’Right. I’m coming right away. Uhu. I’ll see you in 10. Yes. Bye.’’ Taehyung hung up and had to go. ‘’You’re a weirdo.’’ He ruffled your hair. ‘’If you need something, just tell me. I hope Hoseok had it wrong and will apologize. You guys are perfect for each other. Maybe he is confusing ‘just liking someone’ to love.’’ He mentioned and put on his jacket. He gave you a quick hug and left.

You were standing in the middle of the living room. Your tears still streaming down your face.  You felt relieved but on the other hand you were miserable. Maybe the fact that you broke up was suddenly starting to kick in. You laughed through your tears. Not believing this was happening now.  You screamed and stomped like a little kid who didn’t get his candy. You felt enraged. How dare he barge in and break up. After 20 minutes, crying and kicking everything in your sight, you wiped your eyes, grabbed you jacket and walked over the door. He owned you an explanation.  You wouldn’t leave the dorm until the truth had surfaced. The fact that he had it said so casually that he fell in love with another woman told you that he was hiding something else. You were determined and made your way over to the dorms.

seppucrow  asked:

talk about me

You and I have exchanged few 

words. I don’t remember the ones that weren’t spoken today. I don’t remember anything before today. But I did give you money, and it was that funny number. Do you remember that? It was a weed and a sex joke combined into one. 

You and I have a lot of potential. Of like, reblogging stuff from each other and occasionally talking to one another. I hope most of our future interactions are as chill as I perceive you to be. I don’t like upsetting bird people. 

Um, also, I admire how you talk. That doesn’t make sense. I don’t really know how to explain myself. Just the way you say things online is like, “hey that’s nice”. I mean, I don’t read all of your posts. But the ones I do read? Bang up job.

[translation] America Character Song: It’s Easy!!!!

[AUDIO LINK] from @hetalia-music
sung by Konishi Katsuyuki


カウボーイブーツ ベルトしめて
いくぞ早撃ち バババンバンバーーーーン☆


なんでも挑戦 アドベンチャー
Hyper Hyper Jump!!

ハリウッド 派手にいこうじゃないか

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BSM #32 You have a celebrity-crush and he finds out

A/N: I’m not sure about this one. What do you guys think? I really want to know this time. Please tell me.

LOUIS (age 14): “What are you doing?” Your head flew up and you closed your laptop with a bang, flinching slightly at the noise. “Nothing,” you answered your brother standing in the doorway with a suspicious look. “Please. You’re a Tomlinson. We’re always up to something,” Louis deadpanned with a smirk. You glared at him, and tried to hide your laptop under your bed without him noticing. “No way! Give me that thing!” Okay, so you did say try. With a defeated sigh, you handed your laptop to Louis, who immediately opened it and started laughing. “Of course. Why do you even watch that movie?” Louis asked, suddenly serious, referring to the ‘Pirates of the Caribbean’ movie you had playing on Netflix. “It’s a great storyline!” you defended, but with a look from Louis, you came clean and said: “and maybe Johnny Depp is hot.” At this Louis really broke, and he fell off the bed with the force of his laughter. “I hope you broke something,” you grumbled under your breath, giggling yourself when Louis head flew up to glare at you. “I heard that,” he snapped. “You were supposed to,” you mocked back. Louis jumped up from the floor and straight into you, sending you tumbling off the bed as well. When you had finally pushed him off of you, you sat back on the bed with your laptop, and started the movie again. “You wanna watch?” you asked Louis who was finally standing. “Are you going to fangirl?” You shrugged with a guilty smile. “Probably.” Louis sighed, but sat down anyway. “Why am I doing this to myself?”

HARRY (age 15): “Harry! Move!” you shouted, tackling him from behind where he was sitting on the couch. “What’s going on?!” he yelled as you fell over him to get the remote. When you were finally sat normally next to each other on the couch, Harry fixed his hair and you hurriedly changed the channel and sighed in relief. “I didn’t miss the beginning.” Harry looked confused. “Of what?” You groaned frustrated. “Titanic.” That only made him even more confused. “But don’t you have like, three copies of that movie already?” You turned to Harry with a serious expression. “One normal, a Blu-ray and a 3D-edition. Not that terrible. But it’s not the same as seeing it on here.” Harry furrowed his eyebrows, looking a lot like a lost puppy. “I’ll just pretend that I didn’t hear that. But why don’t you just see it in your room?” You scoffed; making sure the movie hadn’t started yet. “My little television doesn’t do Leonardo DiCaprio’s face justice.” At this Harry chuckled. “So there is the reason.” You smacked his arm lightly with a scowl on your face. “Don’t tease,” you warned. “I’m not! It’s just funny. Never thought you would be a fan girl. But I don’t mind!” Harry hurriedly added when he saw your scowl deepen. “Watch your mouth Styles. Or this will turn ugly.” Harry’s eyes widened, and he stood up with his hands out in a defense position, mumbling something about hormones under his breath. “What did you say?” you called after him as he left the room. “Nothing!” came the response. “Wise move,” you said into the empty room.

LIAM (age 17): “Y/N? Who is this?” Liam asked one day, pointing at the poster you had just put up on your wall. “Imagine Dragons Liam. Catch up with your indie music,” you teased with a little smile. “I’ve never heard of them,” Liam admitted, sitting down next to you on your bed. “Want me to play some?” you asked, already opening up Youtube. “Sure,” Liam shrugged. You found Radioactive and waited to see Liam’s reaction. “They’re actually really good.” You nodded with a smile. “I know right? And Dan Reynold is the coolest person ever.” Liam smirked and raised an eyebrow. “Which one of these is he?” He pointed at the poster. “In the middle. He’s the lead singer,” you said with an almost proud smile. “Got a little crush perhaps?” Liam teased. You blushed embarrassed but still rolled your eyes. “I’m allowed to have a celebrity crush Liam,” you threw back at him, starting another song. “Of course. You want to meet them some time? I’m pretty sure we’re going to an award show with them soon.” You flew up from the bed and straight into Liam’s arms. Liam had to get his footing back from your tackle, but he was chuckling fondly the whole time. “Seriously?” you asked with a huge smile. “If you want to. You can be my date,” Liam said with a matching smile. “Thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you Li,” you said so quickly Liam struggled to understand what you were saying. “Love you too sis.”

ZAYN (age 16): “Y/N! There’s a package for you!” You squealed a very unlike you squeal and flew down the hallway to Zayn who was standing confused and slightly scared with a brown package in his hand. You ripped it out of his grip, and immediately grabbed a scissor to cut it open. When you couldn’t find one, you resorted to your fists, and you giggled excitedly when you finally stood with the DVD in your palm. “What is it?” Zayn asked, and you flew around to face him. “The next season of Supernatural!” you said with a big smile, thrusting the DVD into his face. He took it gingerly, sending you a wary look. “What’s it about?” he asked, expecting the heavy DVD-case. “Two hot brothers hunting supernatural creatures,” you explained. Zayn nodded slowly, as if he didn’t understand why you were so hooked in the show. “Do you actually like the story-line or is it just because they’re hot?” You groaned. “Of course I like the story-line! But it doesn’t hurt that Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki are hunks.” Zayn was silent for a while before he asked in a small voice. “Who?” You smirked devilishly, grabbing his hand and pulling him to your room. You sat him down on your bed, pointing at your newly acquired poster. “Jensen Ackles,” you pointed at Dean on the poster, “Jared Padalecki.” You pointed at Sam. “And this guy,” you pointed at the third and last figure on the poster, “is Misha Collins who plays Castiel. He will be introduced in this season,” you explained, gesturing to the DVD in Zayn’s hands. “I shouldn’t have asked, should I?” You shook your head. “No.”

NIALL (age 18): “Will you turn that shit down sis?!” Niall yelled over your loud music, even though he was standing right next to you. Yeah, it was that loud. “It’s not shit Ni,” you answered when you could finally hear your own thoughts. “When it’s that loud everything is shit,” he said in his defense when you stared at him with an icy glare. “Be careful what you say Ni. Do you want me to tell Ash that you said that? I don’t think he will be pleased,” you teased with a smirk. Niall rolled his eyes at your threat. “You know I don’t hate their music. I just got a headache from it. And don’t remind me of your close relationship to Ashton. It’s enough that you’re a big fan of 5 seconds of summer, you’re also a big fan of Ashton.” Your mouth dropped open. “That’s not true!” you tried to lie, but Niall saw right through it. “You have a crush on him, don’t you?” You sighed, nodding slightly. “It was just a celebrity-crush, but then I met him, and he’s great Ni, and you know that.” It was Niall’s turn to sigh as he sat down next to you. “I know. But I also happen to know that he has feelings for you too. And it scares me a bit.” You almost squealed at this new information, but ignored it for now. “I have dated before. What’s the difference?” “He’s my friend. That’s the difference.” You smiled a bit sadly, and laid your head on Niall’s shoulder. “Then you know he’s an okay guy. Please?” Niall was silent for a long while, but finally relented with a kiss to your forehead. “Fine. Now, go call him!” 

Open Letter to 1DHQ, et. al:

I’m seeing important people in this fandom-who have attended multiple concerts & spent thousands of dollars-leaving because of your utter bullshit. And they have every right to feel hurt and slighted by what your client said in a gay-friendly magazine.  If your ultimate goal is to devalue the 1D brand as they transition to smarter, more competent, more humane management, then you’re doing a bang-up job. Kudos. If your secondary goal is to rid the fandom of all the Larries because we are so “threatening” to Liam, Niall, Harry and Louis, then you’re also doing a pretty good job of that.


I’m not leaving.

You can delete my Larry-friendly blog with 13K followers, you can suspend my Larry twitter for the tenth time, you can “green light” homophobic bullshit in the media until the cows come home but


And now I’m pissed off. Royally. We love these amazingly talented boys who bring us so much joy yet you’ve continually kicked us in the teeth over our one cardinal sin: thinking/knowing/believing Harry and Louis are in a committed relationship. And quite frankly, I’m sick of it. So here’s my tactic, just to piss you off:


And I’ll wave my rainbow flag, and tweet 100 times a day “Larry is Real” and I’ll reblog erotic Larry fan art, and I’ll write 20 smutty Larry fan fictions because that’s what I like to do. Also because it will completely piss you off. So when “Laundry Day” happens and Harry and Louis finally, mercifully come out of the closet, I can tell my fellow Larries “WE MADE IT!” I also will write “FUCK YOU” on my rainbow flag and send it to your office via first class post.

In sum:


for making people feel badly about themselves for being non-straight, non-CIS, and for invalidating their identities. For making a fandom so toxic that people have to leave in order to preserve their well-being and mental health. And for continuously marketing “Larry” as a conspiracy theory and something that should be quickly dismissed if you were a “real fan”. When in reality, Harry and Louis’ love story is inspiring and beautiful and amazing and could’ve been marketed brilliantly for the past five years to make you even more money.

I feel like a prize fighter in the ninth round of a heavyweight fight and I’m bleeding profusely from a giant gash across my head and my eye is swollen shut and my jaw is broken in two places and my opponent has me pinned against the ropes just pummeling me. But somehow, someway, I find the strength to deliver one final, lethal punch that knocks my opponent out and