Seriously, the writers essentially gave Sherlock William Scott Holmes to us.
Moffat and Gatiss completed their part in his story, and set up each happy ending that we could want. Now, it’s up to us all to make that happy ending into the story we all want to see. No one’s end wasn’t real. No lies were told. All I Love You’s and texts and caresses gave us all exactly what we wanted and they were all as real as we want them to be. Sherlock belongs to us now.
Steven and Mark are finished telling the story they wanted to tell. Now it’s our turn to continue that into whatever we wish. Don’t talk yourself out of your happiness. We all deserve our happy endings.
summary: Your father is sick and in need of medicine. Gaston instantly falls for your looks, and instead of turning him down, you see a way to help your father. Things don’t go as planned.
warning: slight OOC
a/n: Yep. I’ve fallen for the beauty that is the live action Gaston, portrayed by the even more gorgeous Luke Evans. Gotta thank the encouragement from my post. And @marvelavengings for putting up with me while I wrote this. Also, can anyone find the Spongebob reference? A gift may ensue. I could’ve written more but I got tired it’s nearly midnight so be easy on me…hope you guys like it.
Summary: Dean talks in his sleep sometimes. And he has interesting things to say.
Characters: Dean Winchester x reader
Word count: 826 (let’s pretend it’s a drabble, okay? This is a drabble)
Warnings: This is pure, unadulterated fluff.
Author’s Note: So, apparently @ravengirl94 and I cannot torment each other with sleepy Dean gifs without actually writing a story about them. She wrote this masterpiece a few days ago and since then we discovered that the gif above is our favorite sleepy Dean gif (I personally like to imagine that he’s snuggling into me), so I made a story to go with it. Also, thank you so much, twin, for reading this over for me. (Honestly, none of my stuff would be posted if she didn’t put up with my constant whining so she’s a hero, guys)
One thing you’ve come to realize when you started dating Dean Winchester is that falling asleep next to him is an absolute gift, the best part of your day even.
Granted, Dean is a strong man, all muscles and strength, lean arms and legs that can hurt and torture and kill, but his body is always soft and warm against yours, a cocoon of safety that makes you feel loved and cherished.
You love the firmness of it, love the way it feels pressed against yours, love the fact that no matter how long the day has been or how tired you are or how long you have to wait for him to come to bed, you always end up a mess of limbs, even breaths and steady heartbeats. He usually keeps you pressed against his side, arm draped over your hip protectively, legs tangled, bodies fitting together perfectly like pieces of the same broken glass. Tonight though, it’s different.
I know my last imagine was a Tom Holland one too. But today is my baby’s birthday, so I had to do a birthday imagine. I just had to.
If you haven’t wished Tom a Happy Birthday, then please do! This boy honestly deserves the world.
This was inspired by a request that was submitted to me. I accidentally deleted the request (I’m so sorry to whoever requested for it). I, however, changed the people in the request. You’ll have to read it to understand.
I’m also sorry that this is complete shit. Sorry for my potty mouth.
Requests are open (just bear with me)
I hope you enjoy!
You were exhausted to say the least. In your head you were practicing a lot of things. For example, your lecture to Harrison about butting into people’s lives and making you jump onto a plane to head to LA, where he and Tom were spending the latter’s 21st birthday.
In your head was also how the situation was going to play out. You’d imagine the two just walking in, all happy and probably a tad tipsy from drinking considering he’s legal in the US. Then he’s see you sitting on one of the beds. Then anger would boil his blood. And he’d probably go berserk and attack you. Then the two of him would have to spend the night of his birthday hiding your body.
You shook your head. Tom isn’t a violent guy. That would never happen. In truth, you didn’t know what you were thinking when you let the most wonderful guy walk away. But now, here you are. Sitting alone in his empty hotel room, waiting for him to come back so you can ask him to be yours again.
Harrison knew how hurt you both were. He was there through Tom’s late night cries and his daily nostalgic routine. When he called you the first night of your break up to yell at you for breaking Tom’s heart, to his surprise, you were bawling your eyes out too. You were both completely broken.
And he was determined to fix that.
Haz was on the phone all morning with Tom’s family members. He wanted to make today memorable for Tom, but they were fresh out of ideas. That is until Paddy suggested to call you. And that’s exactly what Harrison did.
You were reluctant to go. You would be skipping out on work and spontaneously flying to the States all because it was your ex’s birthday. Not to mention, what if groveling for forgiveness doesn’t pan out? Had you jeopardized your job for nothing?
Suddenly the doorknob had wiggled. Your breath hitched in your throat and you felt your heart drop. This could go in two ways: you crying your eyes out because Tom rejected you or you dead in an instant. You shook your head again. Tom wouldn’t kill you.
“And I have one more birthday present for you, mate.” Harrison announced as Tom glumly responded with okay. “Look, man, you gotta pull yourself together. Maybe she can help.”
“You make it sound like a hooker’s in here-” Tom lightly chuckled as he entered the room behind Haz. “(Y/)- (Y/N)?” His voice cracked, tears shining in his eyes. Tom took your appearance in. You looked tired and-well- sad. Your eyes were puffy and red and full of sadness. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m not a hooker, but happy birthday, Tommy.” You whispered, tears unexpectedly falling from your face. “I love you.”
You thought he’d walk out or scream at you. But he did no such thing. Tom stood there staring at you in awe for a few seconds before rushing over to you and crushing you in a hug.
“Is this real life?” He muttered, you felt his tears falling from his eyes.
“Yes, babe it is. I love you so much. I’m so dumb for letting you go.” You cried.
Harrison smiled in the corner of the room watching the scene unfold. Tom and you just held each other in silence as you cried.
“I love you, too.” Tom whispered back as you both pulled away from each other. He looked over to your mutual friend. “That’s the Best Gift, man.”
OMG I’m sorry it sucks. I have not gotten used to writing on Tumblr. I’m so used to writing for assignment. I don’t know how to write well anymore! I’m crying! UGH
Ultimate Get to Know Me ≡ [1/∞] Actors → Cory Monteith
↳ “To a generation that loved Cory so, please know, this gifted and wonderful young man was worthy of your love. And if you were lucky enough to know Cory as we did, and witness firsthand Cory’s goofy, breezy sense of humor, his natural instinct for inclusiveness, and his unbridled sense of generosity day in and day out, I promise, you’d have loved him even more.”
“Hinata… This big idiot finally understands… The real meaning of the scarf you gave me when you went with Toneri… I know now, from the scarf you painstakingly knitted and took so long to finish, that your love can’t be unraveled so easily… Wait for me… This whole time, you always loved me for the way I am… Now, as a man, there’s something I must tell you… Hinata, I swear I will save you!”
Sometime ago I saw an Iron Man stuffed toy is labeled as “Free Gift” to be given to customers with certain purchase in a chain store here, I can’t help but think Steve would definitely object this idea :D So this art is born haha.
And Happy Birthday to my tumblr account! Time flies and three years have passed, hope I can draw more Stony in the future! :D Thanks for all the support, reblogs and following, and you are always welcome to drop a comment/prompt/idea/just say hi to me anytime :D Love you all <3<3<3
“You know, I get asked, ‘Are your kids proud of you?’, and I’m like, ‘I don’t understand that question. I don’t care. I’m proud of them. It’s reversed. I’m watching them. I couldn’t give a shit if they watch me.”
Imagine: You went to Camille’s birthday party, where you had a lovely night, but, on the way back to your house, a bad guy gets to you. Lucky for you, you have an Original to your hero.
Word Count: 3K
night in New Orleans was pretty darn cold when you left your building
to walk towards the Rousseau’s in order to celebrate Camille’s
birthday. She had invited you a week ago and said it would be only a
small gathering of friends, which was why you agreed on going.
Otherwise, since you hated the idea of huge parties (they were
incredibly loud and filled with inconvenient people), it was very
likely you would blow this thing off.
shudder invaded your body and you tried warm yourself by rubbing your
hands on the gift you were carrying. It was just a couple of
psychology books, nothing special, but the kind your friend would
appreciate it. Matter fact, the blonde was so sweet that she would
not mind it if you swung by empty handed.
particular circumstance bothered you, though. Cami became friends, a
while ago, with a very… Different man. Klaus
Mikaelson, the guy’s name, was new in town when he met her. Yet, she
soon was converted to his favourite obsession. The man followed her
to work and home, completely taking out her privacy. It was an
abusive, sick thing. So, one day, the words just slipped, asking why
O'Connell would not get a restraining order or so, forbidding him to
keep harassing her. The woman softly smiled, padding on your back,
and said it was complicated, nearly useless, to do that.
for short period of time, you got yourself wondering why would
Camille say something like that. However, considering no one eased
your doubt, you decided it was time you did your own research, so
that you would discover what was his secret, why no one seemed to
have the strength to fight him off. It was when Klaus noticed you, a
witty tiny human who had the guts to look upon his past. Of course he
would develop interest on you. It was so clear now… The man was
keen to people who challenged him, who intrigued him, which was
exactly what you offered.
his crush on you was not what concerned you. Oh, no. That was the
least of your problems… What really troubled you was your own
feelings. Because, ever since he started to fancy you, Klaus
Mikaelson had been a true gentleman. Sending lovely gifts alongside
breath taking letters, also, any time the man approached you, your
heart started to race on your chest. Your cheeks turned red and,
heck, you started to stutter. It was ridiculous.
stupid tune began to play, announcing a call. You swiftly snatched
the phone out of your back pocket, answering it right away.
You said, glancing over the pub that was only a few inches far from
where you stood.
you running late?” A tender voice asked, gently.
hi, Cami. No. Actually, I’m just outside the Rousseau’s.”
then I guess this was one hell of unnecessary call.”
no problem.” You giggled, happily. “Uh, I should hang up.
I’m coming in.”
voice ceased and you watched yourself pondering before getting
inside. What if he was in there? Standing with his cocky smirk and a
glass of whiskey in one hand? Or what if today was the day?
The day when you would let it all go and just accept the love Klaus
said he had for you? So many unresolved issues haunting your mind…
You felt like you were about burst.
was no time to be a coward, though, so you swallowed your fear and
took another step towards the place.
The blonde cheered, seeing you standing by the door. “Come on
in. Everyone is waiting!”
dragged you to the bar, where a bunch of her friends were. So far,
Davina was the only one you recognised. She waved at you and a hint
of smile curved her lips. The brown haired girl was such a nice kid,
despite all the pain and loss she had to face. You admired her for
attention was soon stolen by the awesome bartenders who were fixing
up cool drinks. Two seconds after that, Cami babbled an excuse and
went to back to stock your gift among the others she had received,
leaving you all alone.
I keep you company?” A deep voice whispered, making you jitter.
“It’s sad to see a beautiful lady like yourself so alone at a
————————————————————————————— Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader Request: Hey
can you please do a Pietro Maximoff imagine where you are a new Avenger with
the power of energy manipulation but you’re really shy and quiet and he
overhears a jealous Shield officer picking on you and he makes him apologize
and comforts you
Warnings: Slight violence Notes: Hey guys, this was meant to be out on Tuesday but as per usual I procrastinated writing it. Anyway this is just a short little imagine that I thought was kinda cute. Enjoy! —————————————————————————————
Mutant. Enhanced. Gifted. Freak. They were
all words people used to describe people of your kind. People with powers. You
got off lightly if your ‘special gifts’ were man made such as Captain America,
But for those like you, that were born with your powers, that had no real
explanation outside of genetics for your abilities, you were brandished a
freak, someone to be wary of and avoid at all costs. However this didn’t seem
to stop all the big organisations trying to collect you all, both SHIELD, HYDRA
and even AIM had shown interest in people of your kind, but you made your
decision, picking the side of good over the side of evil.
Though this didn’t mean you were always
welcome in the ranks of SHIELD. Many of the lower down agents resented you,
feared you even. Luckily for you, you quickly bonded with Pietro and his
sister, Wanda, the famed Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch. They were both
entranced by your ability to manipulate energy, to be able to create anything
you wanted by simply manipulating the forces around you. But despite their joy
at the powers you possessed you still avoided showcasing them in public places,
fearing others reactions. This wasn’t helped by your shy and conservative nature.
You’d learned from experience that is was safer to try and blend in, stay
unnoticed, then to bring attention to yourself.
This was the same reason you often found
yourself in such predicaments as you were in now. A well built SHIELD officer
had cornered you on your way back to your room after training. “So the little
Avenger thinks she special eh?” The man sneered, pushing your shoulder none to
gently. Shaking your head you just backed up further till your back hit the
wall. “Course you do, got all the higher
ups fawning over you and your ‘special abilities’.” He scoffed, towering over
your small frame. “When all you are is a disgusting little freak.” He spat,
malice clear in his eyes. However the second the words left the mans mouth he
was thrown back, a familiar pair of blue eyes replacing his. “Are you okay?”
Pietro asked, his anger clear in his voice. Nodding your head, Pietro span
around to face the man who had been cornering you seconds earlier, shielding
you in the process. “What did you say? Pietro growled, hands in fists by his
side. Wiping the blood from his now split lip the man slowly pushed himself off
the floor. “I said… freak.” He spat, a small smirk on his face. Before he could
move another muscle Pietro had him in a headlock, pinning him to the cold
ground. “You apologize right now…” Pietro growled in the man’s ear, “Or I’m
going to make things very… very painful for you.” Pietro smiled maliciously,
putting more pressure on the mans back, him letting out a small groan in
protest. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry okay?” The man wheezed out, clearly in a lot of
pain. “That’s better, now if I see you within 5 foot of Y/N again I won’t let
you off that easy.” Pietro said before zooming back to your side and scooping
you up in his arms, making a quick get away back to your room.
Placing you down gently on your bed, Pietro
sat on the floor, back leaning against it. “Prinţesă, are you okay?” Pietro asked, looking up at you from the floor. “I
will be.” You whispered, mindlessly fiddling with the hand he left on your bed.
“Thankyou Piet.” You smiled shyly, running your thumb along his knuckles. “You’re
no freak Prinţesă
and you do not deserve to be spoken to that way.” He smiled, gently squeezing
your hand. Smiling you just lay back, thanking whatever was out there that you
had Pietro to always watch your back.
Ahhh my opm secret santa drawing for @rayadraws!! They said they really liked things when a character finds out about saitama and genos dating - I hope i did it justice and I hope you like your gift ;w;