he looks so upset too

  • Me: It's okay to be unsure of your gender/sexuality!!1! It's totally cool to be figuring yourself out!
  • Me @ me: except you bc u need to get ur stuff together and figure out what the heck u are right now immediately
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*Poirot adorableness intensifies*

Stay Here Forever (Connor Murphy X Reader)

WC: 2044

Warnings: Mentions of suicide, drug use, starts out kinda angsty, OOC Connor

Summary: Y/N finds out one of Connor’s darkest secrets, and confesses her feelings before it’s too late

A/N: This is probably both the most intense and sensitive fanfic I’ve ever written (content wise). Connor is kinda OOC here, but whatever.

“Evan! Hey!” I called as I ran up to Evan, panting slightly. I got a couple of shushes from various library patrons, but I didn’t care. “Hey Y/N. Are you ok?” Evan asked gently. I shook my head vigorously, doubling over as I tried to catch my breath. “What’s wrong?” Evan asked and I felt my eyes prick with tears. “Have you seen Connor?” I said, gesturing to his cast with my head, Connor’s name scribbled across it in black sharpie. “He, uh, he left a few minutes ago. Why?” Evan said and I took in a deep breath. “I’m very worried about him, so I thought I’d try and catch up with him. Thanks Evan.” I said hurriedly, ignoring Evan’s various questions as I raced out of the library. I made my way into my car and raced out of the school parking lot. I knew the route to the Murphy’s house like the back of my hand, and was there in record time. I parked haphazardly on the kerb and took a deep breath before knocking furiously on the front door. The door opened to reveal a very calm Cynthia, who smiled when she saw me. “Hello Y/N. I don’t mean to be rude, but Zoe is at jazz band at the moment.” Cynthia said kindly and I shook my head. “I’m here for Connor, Mrs Murphy.” I said and Cynthia’s face was a mix of emotions. “Oh, sure. Please, come in.” She said and I nodded gratefully. “So, uh, I didn’t know you and Connor were close.” Cynthia said, pouring a cup of coffee. “It’s, um, it’s complicated, Mrs Murphy.” I said and Cynthia’s eyes widened slightly. “Is there something, if you don’t mind me asking, going on between you and Connor?” Cynthia said and I felt my face flush red. “I, uh, well, I care about your son, Mrs Murphy. That’s actually kind of why I’m here.” I said and Cynthia raised an eyebrow. “Please call me Cynthia, Y/N.  Would you like a cup of coffee?” Cynthia asked and I shook my head. “No thank you. Is Connor upstairs?” I asked and Cynthia nodded. “He got home not too long ago. He looked upset, so I thought I’d leave him be.” She said and I grimaced slightly. “Thank you.” I said, smiling at her once more before walking up the stairs. I saw that the door to Connor’s room was closed, so I knocked on it gently. “Go away mom!” Connor shouted and I winced, holding my ear to the door. “It’s Y/N.” I said and I was met with silence. “Can I come in?” I asked, and I got a grunt in reply. I took that as a yes and turned the knob gently, pushing the door open. I was met with the overwhelming scent of weed and I coughed a little as the smoke hit me. I looked over at Connor, whose eyes were slightly red and sunken in. “Connor.” I said softly, waving some smoke from my face. “Hey Y/N. I wasn’t expecting visitors. No one ever wants to see or talk to me, so this is a pleasant surprise.” He said dully, and I let out a soft sigh. I sat down next to him, looking him up and down. His dark hair was stringy, and covered part of his face. He wore his usual all-black attire, and somehow managed to pull it off in a way no one else could. “Connor, are you ok?” I asked, slightly nervous that I might say the wrong thing and get hurt. He let out a dark chuckle and flicked his hair out of his eyes. “Do I look ok? Everyone loves my stupid sister more than me, my parents hate me, I don’t have any goddamn friends.” Connor ranted and I took in a sharp breath. Seeing Connor this way was jaunting to say the least. “Connor, if you don’t have friends, then why the hell am I here, worrying my ass off about you?” I said sternly, almost glaring at him. “I don’t know. Maybe you just wanted to come and laugh at me one last time.” Connor said and my face fell. “Connor, what do you mean by one last time?” I said, looking at him warily. Connor flicked his eyes to something that glinted in the dim light of the room and I gasped. “Connor… you don’t mean.” I said and Connor nodded grimly. “What good am I on this planet, Y/N? I could just disappear, and no one would notice I was gone. I don’t mean enough to anyone, Y/N. Not even my parents love me.” Connor mumbled, his voice gaining strength and volume towards the end of his sentence. “I’ve been worried sick about you, Connor. You may not notice, but I try to make an effort to befriend you, to be there for you. And every time you shrug me away, yeah, it hurts, but I know that there’s more to you than the scary, printer-throwing kid that everyone thinks you are.” I said, gently taking Connor’s hand in my own. “Your parents do love you, and they do care about you. You may not think that, but they do.” I said, squeezing Connor’s hand as I spoke. Connor took in a deep breath, a mildly annoyed look on his face. He wrenched his hand out of mine and stood up, walking towards and picking up the gun I could now see clearly. “Why do you even bother? There’s nothing here for anyone to love or care about. I’m a mess, Y/N. I’m better off dead. Can’t you see that?” Connor said darkly, his eyes flicking towards the gun in his hand. “I can’t see that Connor, and I have a damn good reason for it. I love you, Connor Murphy! Your life is not yours to take. Think about how much it would affect people. Your parents, Zoe, me. I couldn’t stand to see you die.” I shouted, slamming a foot down on the ground. “Why do you love me? What the hell is it about me that you find even mildly loveable?” Connor screamed, his voice matching my volume. “The fact that there’s more to you than meets the eye. The fact that you can care about people, but never make a big deal of it. I saw you sign Evan’s cast today, and I swear I saw you smile. You look so much better when you smile, Connor, and no one else will be able to come to that realisation if there’s a gaping bullet hole in the back of your goddamn head!” I exclaimed, waving my hands about wildly. Connor’s eyes widened, and the hand he held the gun in went slack, the metal implement falling to the ground. “You… you actually mean it. You do love me.” Connor said and I nodded, feeling tears prick in my eyes. “It’s finally gotten through that thick skull of yours.” I said, sniffling as the tears threatened to release. I walked over to Connor, the silence comforting somehow, and shakily wrapped my arms around him. I closed my eyes as I sunk into the embrace, Connor’s lanky frame pressing against mine. “Y/N.” Connor whispered into my hair, his arms wrapped around my neck. “Thank you.” He whispered again, and I felt the tears start to freely flow from my eyes, staining Connor’s jacket. “Thank you.” Connor repeated, and I pulled him closer to me, still crying into his jacket. “Do you, uh, want some coffee?” I asked shakily, my voice cracking in places. Connor pushed me away slightly and I grimaced, but I suddenly felt his hand under my chin, pushing my head up so I locked eyes with him. His touch was surprisingly gentle, and I let out an involuntary shiver at the contact. “I’d love some coffee.” Connor said and I smiled at him, gazing into his eyes. My gaze flicked to his lips and I leaned in, noticing that Connor was doing the same thing. Our lips grazed each other, but a knock on the door made us jump apart. “Connor? Y/N? You guys ok?” Cynthia asked sweetly, although there was a hint of worry in her voice. “I just, uh, heard shouting, and I got a little worried.” She said and I looked zag Connor hopefully. “We’re fine mom. We’re fine.” Connor said and Cynthia let out a sigh of relief. “That’s good. I’m glad you’ve settled down. There’s some coffee downstairs if you’d like it.” Cynthia said, and the sound of her voice trailed off as she walked back down the stairs. I let out a slightly awkward cough, Connor still grasping my chin lightly. “Now, where were we?” Connor whispered and I felt my cheeks heat up at the lack of space between us. I gently placed my lips on Connor’s, a warm feeling spreading through my body. His lips were soft, incredibly soft, and I swear I melted a little. His lips had an interesting taste, like peppermint and coffee. Connor let go of my chin and wrapped his arms around my waist, my skin burning under his touch. I let out a soft moan and tangled my hands in Connor’s dark hair, tugging on it slightly. Connor let out a groan and pulled away, cheeks flushed and breathing heavy. “The coffee’s gonna get cold Y/N.” Connor muttered, catching his breath. “Oh, uh, sure.” I mumbled, still reeling from the kiss. Connor took my hand gently in his and opened the door, looking down the stairs for a second. “Mom’s left. Probably to pick Zoe up from jazz band.” Connor said and I nodded, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “That means we have the place to ourselves.” I said suggestively and Connor’s already flushed cheeks darkened in colour. “How about we have a cup of coffee first? I need some caffeine right about now.” Connor said and I nodded, walking downstairs hand in hand with him. Connor picked up the pot of coffee Cynthia had left on the bench, and I noticed a slip of paper underneath it. “Hey, Connor. Look at this.” I said, picking up the note. Connor put the jug down and walked over to me, gingerly touching my shoulder. “Dear Connor (and Y/N), I thought I’d leave you guys some coffee. The shouting followed by silence lead me to guess that you guys are definitely romantically involved (if you weren’t before, you are now), so congratulations to the both of you. I know you’ll be good for Connor, Y/N. See you when I get back, Cynthia xx.” I read, chuckling slightly at Cynthia’s words. I looked up at Connor, who was blushing profusely. “Your mom is so sweet.” I muttered and Connor’s lips turned up in a small smile. “I guess.” He said and I gently punched his shoulder. “There’s that smile that looks so adorable. Now, where’s my coffee?” I said teasingly and Connor’s smile grew as he passed me a mug of coffee. “I don’t know if you like milk or sugar, so it’s just black for now.” Connor said, scratching the back of his neck. I pecked his lips and smiled at him. “It’s perfect. I have my coffee black because it’s my favourite colour.” I said, gesturing my head to Connor’s outfit. He let out a laugh and I fake gasped. “You can laugh!” I said and Connor took a sip from his mug, trying to avoid eye contact. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I think it’s cute. I think you’re cute.” I said, resting my head on Connor’s shoulder, his warm skin heating up my cold face. “Jesus Christ, you’re freezing!” Connor said and  he took his jacket off, handing it to me. I went to protest but he gave me a warning look and wrapped the jacket around my shoulders. “Thanks Connor.” I said, looking up at him with wide eyes. “You’re very welcome Y/N.” Connor said, kissing my forehead gently. “I could just stay here forever.” I muttered, wrapping my free arm around Connor’s waist. “You’re welcome to stay here forever. Very welcome indeed.”

The Woman I Used To Know


Summary: What if Sherlock discovers that you, his fiancé, turn out to be an assassin?

Request:

Can u do a story where greg (or sherlock, take your pick) are on a case and the reader is the murderer (lots of thrill and stuff) also, love all of your story, keep it up :)

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

Title: ‘The Woman I Used to Know’

Content: Angst / Thriller

Warning: If you haven’t seen the third season of Sherlock, please do NOT read this one-shot. (Unless spoilers don’t bother you.)

Word count: 1.903

A/N: Alright. I picked Sherlock because I knew he was going to make justice to the plot. Firstly, I have to thank the nice fellow for requesting this idea; I loved writing this one-shot. Secondly, this scene gets me all the time (the one where Mary tells John the truth at 221b - ‘His Last Vow’.) I cannot stop pressing the repeat button, tears all over my face. Thirdly, I’m thinking about a second part but first you tell me what do you think about it, would you?

The Woman I Used to Know

The Woman I Used to Know: The Morstan Sisters

The Woman I Used to Know: Magnussen

The Woman I Used to Know: You’re Safe Now

The Woman I Used to Know: The Truth


*gif not mine


Once he fell to the floor, you aimed Vladik Melnikoff, a Russian trained assassin who was hired by an old friend of yours, with your gun. “Who are you, Vladik Melnikoff and what do you want?” You asked him but he didn’t reply. “Ok. How about this? Your boss; I want their name,” you asked. Angrily, you lifted your foot and put it onto his hurt arm. The man cried out in pain. “Don’t be shy. Say it. Tell me their name,” you gave him a second chance as you pressed your lips. “A name!” you shouted with rage since the hired assassin didn’t answer your question but by then, he was dead. Blood was surrounding him.

Suddenly, you heard someone walking towards you. You closed your eyes tightly as you cursed under your breath. “I’ve thought torturing people was not your thing,” a man with a deep voice said. It was him. How did he find you? Your breath was heavier and your heart was beating faster than usual. “Would you mind to turn around…” he asked with no expression on his face and his eyes on your back. “Y/N?” He called; you pressed your lips and swallowed afraid. How would he react? Would he call the police and arrest you? Would he protect you?

You took a deep breath, threw the gun and turned around to face your soon-to-be husband and his best friend. As John folded his arms, Sherlock marched over to you but before looking at you he knelt down to pick up the gun. He grabbed it, uncharged it and shoved the bullets into his right coat pocket. You let out an anguished sigh. When your eyes met you could see anger in his. “Baker Street. Now,” he muttered and then turned around to walk away, you followed him. You drew in a sharp breath, apparently fighting off tears.

During the journey to Baker Street, no one said a word. You glanced at Sherlock but he was too upset to look at you so he kept looking through the window. John tried not to turn your gaze at you either. They were both extremely mad at you.

A few minutes later, the cab pulled up at Baker Street. Sherlock opened the door of the living room and walked in, you followed him up the stairs and John was behind you. Once inside the flat, John slammed the door loud enough to scare you.

You walked slowly towards the dining table as you took off your coat. You placed it on the table. Sherlock stood by the fireplace and John leaned his back against the wall by the door. The detective’s eyes were on you and his arms were folded.

“Ooh Ooh,” Mr. Hudson hurried towards Sherlock and put her right hand on his shoulder. You and the doctor turned your gazes to her. “Sherlock, John,” she greeted. John gave her a tight smile. “Y/N!” She looked at you worried. “What’s going on? I heard someone screaming downstairs as I was cleaning this mess of yours, Sherlock Holmes,” she asked and scolded, a worried look on her face.

“Don’t get me wrong, Mrs. Hudson but your presence is hard to take right now,” Sherlock said coldly as he glared at you.

“Sherlock,” you muttered but John cut you off.

He looked at you, “Good. I mean, first Mary…now, you.” He exclaimed and put both hands on his hips.

“Who do you work for?” The sociopath asked with a quiet and serious voice.

“I don’t work for anyone, Sherlock,” you answered looking at him shyly.

“You’re an assassin; you must work for someone,” he snapped with an unreadable face.

You got closer to him. “I’m telling you the truth. I don’t work for anyone,” you replied raising your voice shaking.

“So why did you do this?” he asked you. Sherlock had a small fixed humourless smile on his face as his eyes remained locked on you.

“I-I-I did it for my own sake,” you confessed as you hesitated. “People like him…” you stopped and sighed knowing that this was going to make him freak out.

“Who?” he asked and frowned, his anger still present.

“Sherlock…” you muttered.

Who do you work for?!” he shouted at you furiously. His eyes met yours as you pulled back.

Mrs. Hudson jumped terrified and scuttled to the kitchen. “Oh, the neighbours!” She cried.

The army doctor, who saw the detective breathing heavily tried to calm him down. “Sherlock, slow down.”

“No, John,” he shouted as he glared at you. “I want to know who you work for,” he asked lowering his voice.

“If I’d tell you, you would leave me and never return back,” you said as you tried to hold back your tears. “And I swear you, that it would break my heart into pieces.”

“I don’t mind what the consequences will be,” he stated firmly. “I’m just asking you a single question. Just one, Y/N. Who do you work for?“ He asked once more, his voice and his face were full of barely-controlled anger.

“I don’t work for anyone. I am on my own. He was following me with the purpose of killing me,” you replied calmly. “I have been hiding from Moriarty and that implied killing the ones who were tracking me, that’s all. That’s all I have done, just protect myself.”

“Sorry, but what did you do to deserve Moriarty’s hate?”

Sherlock looked at his friend over his shoulder with exasperation. “John, shut up,” he asked and then turned his gaze back to you. “Why?” He stared at you upset, though he blinked repeatedly. “Why me? Why did you choose me, huh? Why didn’t you pick the first man you could have stumbled with down the street? “

“Because I never knew he was going to play with you. Because I love you, and I always did,” you confessed trying to hold back the tears. “I never thought that I would fall in love with a sociopath who played with the devil itself.”

“People have died.”

“And I still can’t fall sleep without thinking about my actions before,” your voice broke yet you stood still. “That’s why I’ll have to carry a cross for the rest of my life,” you said. “So if you truly love me, just kill me.“

“Don’t be absurd,” he heaved a sigh and paused. “I’m taking the case,” he accepted without being asked.

“What case?” You asked perplexed.

Yours,” he looked at you right in the eyes seriously.

John took two steps forwards. “Seriously? You’re going to do that again?”

“John, I told you to shut up,” turned towards him furiously.

You dried a tear that had fallen down on your cheek. “How’s that gonna look, Sherlock? A detective with a criminal?”

“I don’t care how’s that going to look, I’m doing it because Moriarty played with you,” he replied with an angry whisper, leaning towards you while pointing down to the fireplace. “You’re not my fiancé, you’re a client now,” He turned briefly towards John, gave him a nod and then looked back to you. John picked up one chair and put it down facing the two armchairs of theirs. Slowly Sherlock walked towards his leather armchair and sat down, and then John joined him. “Sit down,” he emphasised both words. He tilted his head to the chair and you obeyed.

Before you could said a word John looked at you and cleared his throat. “What do you know so far?” You asked Sherlock, who was looking at the fireplace. The detective didn’t say a word. “I know you, Sherlock. The fact that I’m an assassin and a smart woman doesn’t mean that you’re not better than me.”

“I never said that.”

“Then, what do you know so far?” You asked him loudly and he turned his gaze to you.

Sherlock scanned you and made some deductions based on what he had seen an hour ago. “Judging by the way you type when you’re texting, I presume you know how to use the Morse code. Your shooting skills, they are better than mine – unfortunately – so you must be also a sniper. I assume that you worked for someone for a couple of years, then you quitted. Liar; shame on you,” he spoke quietly and sighed; then he continued. “It was blackmail,” he stopped for a second to smirk, you and John paying attention. “You had information that he wanted back, so he tracked you. You’ve been undercover at least for six years so they could not find you. But when you heard he died and that the web was finished you returned to your ‘normal’ life – if you can call it like that. It seems that you’ve never heard about me, apparently; but who knows? Have I missed anything?”

“You know me well,” you said and gave him a small smirk as you were proud of him.

John froze for a moment. “So, you just wanted to protect yourself from Moriarty?” he pointed at you with his pen. “Then why did you kill these two people?” He showed you the files of the last two cases they couldn’t solve since you were the murderer and they had never suspected you. “I don’t understand,” John shook his head as if he couldn’t believe what was happening. Sherlock glanced at him and then turned his gaze away to think.

“Because she saved our lives, John.”

John and you looked at him. You felt proud but John…John was shocked. “How? Why would she save our lives? I mean you’re involved in these two cases, Y/N,” he finger pointed at you.

“Because if she wouldn’t have killed them, they would kill us. Knowing that we’re her weaknesses they tracked us and planned our deaths.”

“Oh, Jeez,” John ran a hand all over his face and then looked at you.

Sherlock had his eyes fixed on the nowhere as he tried to think. “But the question is ‘why me’?” he muttered and then looked at you. “Why did you fall in love with me? Why did I fall in love with you?” he asked you as he gestured with his hands.

“Like you said a year ago, I’m addicted to a certain lifestyle and that I’m abnormally attracted to dangerous situations and people,” John randomly said. “Well, so are you, Sherlock,” he finished.

“But she was not supposed to be like that,” his eyes fixed on his friend as he breathed rapidly and deeply.

“Mary wasn’t either; but I still love her,” he assured calmly.

“She is a murderer!” he pointed at you, his voice a little stronger. Your heart broke at the moment he called you like that. Tears fell down o your cheeks.

John looked down to his notebook for several seconds and then turned his gaze up directly into Sherlock’s eyes. “But you chose her, anyway,” he simply said the truth.

“You may not love me now, but he’s right,” you said with your voice full of suppressed of tears. “You did let me enter your life because you wanted to.”

“I’m taking the case,” he just said without looking neither to you nor John. He stood up on his feet and walked away.

“Sherlock…” John said as you both watched him march over to the doorway. “Where are you going?” He asked but his friend ignored him. “Great, I think someone will have to put off the wedding,” he shook his head, stood up and headed to the kitchen to make some tea leaving you there alone.

You lowered your gaze down and looked at your hands. They were cold. You glanced at your engagement ring and then started playing with it. You turned your gaze up and took it off. It was the most beautiful thing that could represent the love between you and the detective. You smiled but then closed your eyes, pressed your lips and heaved a sigh. “I’m sorry,” you sadly whispered, took the ring and put it into one of Sherlock’s drawers.

You sighed, rose from the chair, took your things and without bothering John you walked out the flat to go back home.

Not As Think As You Drunk I am - snowbaz

this is rambly and awful and basically a switch of my fic SOLS but this one has alcohol and crying.

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Warnings: alcohol, abandonment issues, a really bad coming out joke that (again) i have used in real life, implications of feeling sick, mentions of death and murder and drugs, nostalgic af

Summary: Baz walks in more than drunk and Simon is more than happy to have some late night chats with him.

Word Count: 3004

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Misunderstandings

Requested By: @babybirdahgase- GOT7’s manager accidentally left the door open, causing Coco to run away. Mark & YoungJae misunderstood the situation and they were mad at Y/N. Not knowing that she wasn’t the cause, Y/N spent the night in the rain looking for Coco and managed to find her but Y/N ended up falling sick. 

Length: 2022

AN: What is this madness? I actually wrote for a request??? This may be the start of something new -.0 I hope you don’t mind. I didn’t follow the request exactly. I hope you still like it! <3

You walked up to GOT7’s dorm with a handful of groceries. You planned on making them dinner tonight as a special treat, since it had been awhile since you got to see everyone. You were especially looking forward to seeing Mark. Nothing had happened between you two yet, but you could tell that Mark liked you by the way he was always sneaking glances when he thought you weren’t looking. You thought that maybe tonight would be the night you could push things forward and maybe start a relationship.

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anonymous asked:

HC's with Kaminari? How would he react if his S/O is feeling self conscious because of her new pixie cut? (I've had my hair like that for a while but still feel upset when people call me names)

Ignore them! It’s your hair, so if you like it, it’s all that matters! Plus (for me at least) whenever I hear pixie cut, I think of fairies. And fairies are adorable, therefore you are adorable!


Kaminari Denki:

  • He really likes cute girls, but he’s more into cute personalities then cute looks. So he wouldn’t be too upset if his S/O got a pixie cut.
  • He’ll be shocked at first no doubt, but will come to really like it.
  • He’s kinda oblivious to feelings at times, so it’ll take him a bit to notice his S/O is self conscious of her new do.
  • He’ll most likely realize it when someone makes a snide remark about her hair and she looks downcast because of it
  • Rest assured he’s not going to let it slide though. He loves his S/O no matter how they look and wants them to know it
    • “The hell with them! I think you look really cute!”
    • He’ll smile and rub their head.
  • Whenever someone tries to make fun of her hair, he’s ready to say something back. He loves her hair and wants everyone to know how good it is
    • “HUH?! I’m going to recite 100 reasons why my girlfriend’s hair is amazing! Reason number 1-”
    • “Denki… please don’t tell me you actually have 100 reasons.”
  • If it comes down to it, he might even make fun of his own hair to make her feel better. He loves her and wants her to know that she looks good no matter what.
    • “Your hair looks bad? Have you seen mine? I have this weird ass streak!”

anonymous asked:

Poor Cole...he has to spend the weekend with evil Lili all because of PR

Yess…..he looks so miserable. And really upset at being spotted, too!

i was trying to remember my dream (which was nightmareish). something about the ocean, stranded on some island chain with a bunch of other people. some asshole making us do ocean parkour. weird as shit

but then i remembered the best part about my dream: as we are all wanting mark to bring back the floof, i had a ‘nightmare’ that he shaved his head completely. it was so bad. and i was crying. he looked so fucking weird lmao

anonymous asked:

I am a drug councillor and I hate to say it but Selena is beginning to show all the signs of heroine addiction. The dead eyes, the skeleton like frame, the long sleeves. Abel also looks like he has been doing heroine too!

That’s so upsetting. You can have everything in the world and it can all be ruined by drugs. Selena has a nice life but unfortunately for her she has a drug addiction. I mean let’s see what she’s ruined because of drugs: her mental state, her physical state, her tours, her voice, she has more anxiety than ever, 2 rehab trips that both failed, a druggie boyfriend. I feel bad for her I mean publicly she may seem perfect but behind closed doors her life is spiraling downward.

Day 16 and I’m still miserable and bitter without Glenn Rhee.

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the first times oliver queen officially (and unofficially) met felicity smoak.

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[Stitchers 1x06 Sneak Peek]

anonymous asked:

Can you do a fluffy piece that's like important event for harry and eggsy? First date, wedding, kids, etc. ?

For kid fluff, check out my Think of the Children Series.

For wedding adventures, Through the Years I Know (I Will Stay.)

So, here’s their first date.

Somehow, the date was going terribly. And it wasn’t even Eggsy or Harry’s fault.

The plan had been: finish paperwork and weapons testing at Kingsman, shower and get dressed, go to dinner, go see a show, go for a walk with JB, and go home. Because they lived together before they had even been on a date. They were doing everything quite backwards, but this was supposed to be their first date nonetheless.

Of course nothing went right. Why would it?

Emergency paperwork and missions reviews were dumped on Harry’s desk as he was leaving, and Eggsy had to leave the testing to Roxy as he went to help Harry out. After that was done, they’d went to get ready for their date but the hot water was broken and the water pressure was busted. So they forewent their showers and went to get dressed, where they found out that the recruits’ puppies had chewed their way through the wardrobe.

But! They weren’t going to let that get them down. They still looked presentable in their work clothes, so they went to the restaurant Harry had made reservations at. It was a mixture of luxury and comfort cuisine, so Harry had figured that Eggsy would be enjoy the food.

Lo-and-behold, the restaurant had been shut down due to health violations. Eggsy had laughed and said it was okay, there were plenty of restaurants around. Harry agreed and they went to a nearby Italian restaurant where Harry had ordered wine for them. The wine was lukewarm, but Harry had simply sent it back and brushed it off. The entree and dessert should make up for it.

Eggsy’s chicken had been raw and cold on the inside, Harry’s steak was overcooked. The pasta and bread had been fine though, so they had eaten the side dishes instead, hoping the dessert could save this dinner.

They were out of dessert. Not even a slice of tiramisu left in the kitchen.

To which Harry had gotten their bill cut down to only pay for their side dishes and tipped their waiter, assuring the frightened young man that he wasn’t at fault for the kitchen’s faults. The service had been great.

They were at the show now, and Harry was praying it would go alright. Eggsy didn’t look like he was too upset, but there was only so badly a date could go before it left some doubt in Eggsy’s mind.

The musical is being put on by the local University, all student actors and musicians to help put on a production of My Fair Lady. Harry had thought it was appropriate. The reviews for the show had been good, and Eggsy was delighted at the reference to one of their first conversations.

But now, as they’re watching the show, Harry notices that the lead actors are understudies, and that there’s a violin in the pit playing a bit off key. Eggsy seems oblivious next to him and is clearly enjoying the show, so Harry tries to shake off the ominous feeling and paranoia that’s nibbling at his thoughts.

It’s then that everything goes to shit.

The violin player just completely goes off on a tangent, tempo and sound too different to salvage the piece, though the other musicians try. The understudies begin to forget their lines, ill-prepared for tonight’s show and thrown off by the now screeching violin. The audience begins to mutter and even Eggsy looks a little put off.

“Shall we go?” Harry asks lowly while the actors try and struggle to pull themselves together. The violinist is still playing, even though the other musicians have stopped altogether. 

“Might as well,” Eggsy sighs, getting to his feet and allowing Harry to lead the way back to their car.

“I’m sorry about tonight,” Harry apologizes as they walk. “I wanted our first date to go well and everything’s just gone tits up.”

Eggsy smiles and bumps his shoulders with Harry’s, tightening his grip on Harry’s hand.

“Hey, we’ve been on loads of dates. Not officially or nothing, but we go out to eat and go on walks around town. That’s enough for me, and all of those have gone way better than tonight.

“Besides,” Eggsy slides into the back seat of the car, Harry following behind, “anything’s a good date if I get to be with you.”

Harry closes the door a little faster than usual, a blush rising on his cheeks.

“Now, the date isn’t over yet though, you might change your mind,” he teases lightly, intertwining his fingers with Eggsy’s once more. Eggsy rolls his eyes.

“Yes, because something can go wrong while we walk JB.”

JB almost gets picked up by a hawk during their walk. They have no idea where the hawk came from. Eggsy just barely manages to hold on to JB. Harry loses his goddamn mind because clearly the Author is against them having a good date.

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