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SPOOKY WEEK DAY 2: HIDE AND SHRIEK

•"happy baby?“

•"hello dan and phil *screams*”

•"hide or shriek"

•phils sound as they dim the lights

•"i’m not going dark i’m scared"

•phil looks so good

•why does phil hate WASD so much

•"don’t go hunting for bears with phil which is something something phil would love to do"

•how they just laugh every time there’s a jumpscare

•dan: king of sneaky spooks

•"i’m gonna spook ya silly"

•phil has really just embraced saying danny hasn’t he

•"i’m gonna get you lester"

•is it bad that i blush from happiness every time phil smiles with his tounge

•"old joe, that’s what you look like" “i’ve got more maggots behind my eyes”

•dan choosing the clown even though phil specifically asked him not to

•"danny’s racking up the pointerinos over here"

•"yes take me home orb daddy" “why are you like this”

•how has dan not fallen off the chair yet

•phils final jumpscare

•"next time we have an argument about ribena we will just settle it by playing hide and shriek"

•oh wow they acknowledged the fact that dan stayed in the chair didn’t i say that earlier

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Overall Summary: You play truth or dare with the avengers when things start getting hot and heavy.

Pairing: Thor x reader, Natasha x Bruce, Steve x Bucky, Wanda x Vision

Word count: 515

Warnings: Some strong language

“Alright let’s do this thing.” tony said sitting down on the couch beside you.

You, Thor, Clint, Sam, Natasha, Bruce, Pietro, Steve, Bucky, Wanda,Vision and now Tony where sitting in a kind of semi circle on chairs and couches.

“So how does this game work?” Thor said.

“I’ll starts the game by asking another person to choose truth or dare. If they chooses “truth”, then I’ll asks a question and they have to answer truthfully. If they pick dare I’ll ask them to do something and they have to do it. No chicken outs!” Natasha said.

“Okay everyone understand? Can we start?” Pietro asked.

There was a mutter of “yes” from everyone.

“Okay, Bruce! Truth or dare?” Natasha said.

“Umm…Truth.” He said.

“Okay, who would you most like to see naked?” She asked.

Bruce blushed and looked away.

“You.” He answered.

“Oou” Everyone said laughing. Natasha blushed looking away too.

“Okay, let’s move on.” Steve said laughing.

“Bucky! Your turn, truth or dare?” Steve said turning his attention to Bucky. Steve looked a bit nervous but you couldn’t imagine why.

“Dare!” Bucky answered looking exited. 

“Kiss me!” Steve said hurriedly.

The others said stuff like “Oh shit” and “Damn Rogers”

Bucky leaned in and kissed Steve. They pulled away from each other then they started making out. They got up and left the room holding hands.

“Umm…okay” Tony said slightly chuckling.”Who’s next? Sam!”

Sam looked a little pissed but he answered anyway.

“Yeah okay…Wanda truth or dare?” He asked smirking.

“Dare.” She said smirking back.

“I dare you to…hook up with vision right now… in front of us.”

That comment got a few “what the fuck Sam”’s but Wanda and vision where happy to obliged and started making out in front of the other avengers it was about to go further but Sam stopped them by saying 

“Okay, Okay never mind please don’t hook up in front of us!” He said laughing.

Wanda stood up and vision followed. And they left the room.

“Wow we’re losing a lot of people” Clint said chuckling. “So who are we gonna lose next? How about Tony?” 

“Alright, alright fine” Tony said “Thor truth or dare?”

Thor looked really nervous “Dare I suppose” He said.

“I dare you to kiss the prettiest girl in the room on the lips. And notice I charitably said girl and not person because let’s face it, I’d smoke all you bitches.” (lmao that tpobaw reference!) Tony said.

Thor looking nervous and actually blushing (yes the mighty Thor blushing) leaned into you and brushed his lips against yours. You felt fireworks his lips where so soft and sweet you could have kissed him all day. You pulled away smiling.

“Me?” You said still smiling. He nodded smiling the sweetest smile back. He looked like an innocent puppy dog. He asked you to follow him with his eyes. You guys left the room and immediately started making out. You led him to your room and you guys continued making out him pulling you to bed.

The next morning you woke up in his arms. 

ummm??? i’m gracing this fandom with another hunk hc’s post because yall continually sleep on my boy

  • SO anyway, hunk is the type of person to play cute games like animal crossing or slime rancher all day. for literal hours bc he just completely loses track of time. and then he ends up being busy & forgets to play them for weeks.
  • after family dinners he’s always the one who stays behind in the kitchen to help his grandmothers and mom clean up / wash dishes. and everyone thinks it’s cuz he’s just a sweet kid which is true but hunk’s real intention is to listen in on that juicy family gossip.
  • he’s the guy at the amusement park who ends up holding all of his friends’ belongings bc he hates going on the rides. he does play guitar hero and claw machine games at the arcades there tho. and also he’s the guy who orders free water instead of buying the $6 drinks.
  • oh and the headband??? he probably won it from the prize counter at chuck e cheese. he and lance spent months saving up enough tickets to earn it so he vowed to wear it every day for the rest of his life.
  • this boy fucking WRECKS at jenga. he devises 49 different strategies for his turn and 35 more for every move you make. watch out.
  • the friend who seems innocent but is actually pretty kinky.
  • fave pokemon is probably some weird obscure pokemon that you forgot was even a pokemon.
  • hunk either gets 8+ hours of sleep or stays up all night. this is literally no in between for him and he always suffers.
  • sends the notes for all his classes to his friends cuz he’s the only one who actually takes semi-neat / detailed notes.
  • unironically plays sonic games.
  • “what if mayonnaise had eyes how fucked up would that be”
  • ipod music is exclusively 80’s / early 90’s rock & metal.
  • YO HUNK CAN PLAY THE PIANO LIKE NO ONE’S BUSINESS.
  • the friend who keeps choosing the same map on smash bros. (probs some weird shit that pisses everyone off like mute city or dk jungle).
  • literally never answers his phone, not because he’s rude but because his phone is always on vibrate / do not disturb and he never checks it.
  • he got doom to work on an old nokia phone.
  • can fall asleep anywhere. a chair. on the bus. during a concert. doing engineering work. anywhere, anytime.
  • harry potter nerd.

Player: Auston Matthews - Maple Leafs

Prompt: You and Auston fight after the leafs are eliminated from the playoffs.

Mentions: Mitch Marner & Matt Martin

Warnings: Arguments, Fighting, Slight Cursing. 

Preview:  “How could you?” Auston suddenly asked out of the blue. It was the first time he spoke since getting home. 

Characters: 5500 words. 

Originally posted by nylanderhoe

You found yourself sitting on your bed cross-legged, your work sprawled around you blocking you in, ironically how you felt. The echoes of the game announcers found its way to you coming back from a commercial break. It was game six of the playoffs and sadly you were stuck at home drowning in your work. 

 Man did you wish you were standing on your feet with the rest of the girls as the third period played out. Instead, you were forced to stay home to finish your work for Monday. You had put it off all weekend, making sure Auston was staying focused and positive. Most importantly eating right. Man, was that boy a lot of work and now with the playoffs that was the case even more. But you did love the boy, with everything in your small being. You had followed him here from Arizona, putting you behind in school but you didn’t care. You would follow Auston anywhere. 

The period soon ended in a tie and OT was about to start. At this point, you were wondering why you stayed home at all. You were completely focused on the game, jumping a bit every time the caps even got close to the goal. And then it happened. You felt your heart drop into your stomach as the red goal light flashed. You watched as Freddie fell to the ice and the caps celebrated their win. And just like that, the Leafs were eliminated. Your eyes darted to the screen searching for number 34. You watched as the team slowly shook hands with the caps and then saluted the crowd. It was one hell of a season. 

You cleared the bed, hoping to finish the work before class. You wanted everything ready for Auston when he got home. You weren’t sure how he was going to be after a loss like this. You had been through season losses but this was different, the Leafs were eliminated, the hockey season was officially over and you were not sure how Auston was taking it. 

You took out some food and had everything ready by the time you heard the front door open.

 Instead of one familiar voice, you heard three. They were discussing something hockey related but Matts was quiet, which couldn’t be good. You walked out in your sweats and found Auston, Mitch, and Matt had thrown themselves on the couch still talking over the game. 

 “Enough game talk, let’s talk about something else” you tried, changing the subject. 

 They all turned to you, but Auston did not look happy. It was uncharacteristic of him but you put it off from the loss. Mitch and Matt greeted you and took your cue to change the subject talking about the movie you watched on the last movie night. 

 You giggled as Mitch tried to impersonate the main character, Matts throwing a throw pillow at his head. 

 “How could you?” Auston suddenly asked out of the blue. It was the first time he spoke since getting home. 

 You looked at him confused. “Laugh at Mitch?  I do it all the time Hun, He is a funny guy.”

 “That's not what I meant Y/N.” Auston hardly ever used your full name.

 You were now genuinely confused and a little concerned. “Then what?” you asked sitting up in the arm chair. 

 “You know Y/N, this was important to me and you chose to stay home. I just don’t understand how you could think that was okay. One of the biggest games of my career and you chose to just sit out. I’m glad you can pick and choose when are supportive in this relationship. “ 

 You looked at him dumbfounded and honestly could not believe you were hearing this. “Excuse me? You really cannot be serious right now Matts. You said it was okay yourself!“ 

 Auston scoffed and shook his head. "You should not have asked in the first place. You should have wanted to come and you didn’t. I needed you there! And now it’s over! You can’t take that back now, can you! This is my dream Y/N. How could you be so selfish? I’m just so upset with you right now I can’t even…” he trailed off.

 Auston’s voice had gotten louder as he continued. Auston never had raised his voice at you before, frightening you but also making the anger in you boil over. He stood over the arm chair now and you rose to your feet while a concerned Mitch and Matt watched on, unable to move. 

 “Can’t what Auston? You must be fucking joking me right now. I choose when to be supportive? I went to every single home game this season for god’s sake! Even that one where I could hardly see straight I was so sick! I moved out here, even with being behind a semester in school. I didn’t care, I could have cared less, to be honest, because I was with you following YOUR dream. I have never had any problem giving you my full support and even putting MY dreams on the back burner. You know why?” You poked his chest. “It made you happy! And I love seeing you happy. I worked my ass off all weekend to support you and I was so behind on my school work I had to catch up or I would have failed and been put behind for another goddamn semester. So sorry for being so goddamn selfish and thinking of me for once because it’s obvious I am the only one in this relationship who does.” you stared him down for a second before turning to leave. 

 Auston went to open his mouth to respond but Matt’s firm hand found his shoulder, prompting him to stop. 

 You turned to Auston, holding back the tears brimming your eyes. “You are not putting this on me, Auston.” You grabbed your keys and walked out the doors, ignoring Mitch’s desperate calls. He had seen you two have petty arguments but those never lasted long.  

 You got in your car unsure where you were going, the tears now overflowing onto your cheeks. You just started to drive. 

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Tagging: @ahoyshippers

Hope you enjoy it and gifs aren’t mine

(Y/n) and the boys had just gotten back from a rather long hunt and a drink was needed for all of them. As the impala pulled up inside of the bunkers garage, (y/n) was already half way out of the back seats door and making her wat into the kitchen.
Dean raised an eyebrow at her behavior glancing at his brother who for some reason he thought would have the answers to his non spoken problem, only to get a strug from Sam as he replied “We all had a long day and a bad hunt.” Dean just struged and got out of the impala carefully closing the door as him and Sam made their way inside of the bunker, not before Dean had said his ‘goodnight’ to ‘baby’ of course.
Inside of the kitchen sat both Cas and (Y/n) who were both nusing beers. While Cas healed Sam who sat at the table Dean went to get him and his brother some beers.
Dean made his way back into the room and handed Sam a beer who said a soft ‘thank you’ while Dean sat down next to him. Getting straight to work Cas placed his two fingers on deans forehead and healed his cuts and bruises from the hunt.
“So-” Cas began his deep voice cutting through the silence around the table “How did the hunt go?” An annoyed grunt was sounded from across the table side in which the (h/c) haired hunter sat with ber now finished beer. “Oh how I hate witches, I mean why couldn’t she summon a gaint gummy bear on me. But nope the bitch summoned a creepy ass tree on me that just threw me around like a rag doll.” Sam glance up from his lap top that was seated in front of him along with Dean who was staring into his beer bottle. Dean chuckled at his friends behavior.
“Are you drunk?”
“Are you short?!” (Y/n) responded back.
Sam chuckled which earned a bitch face from his brother. “I think thats enough beers, sweetheart.” Dean leaned over the table and went to grab his friends beer but she was quicker then him and pushed back in her seat falling down onto the floor while her empty bottle rolled a few distance away from her.
“Are you alright?” Cas asked the drunk (h/c) haired hunter. (Y/n) whined and rolled over onto her stomach and spreaded her arms and legs out onto the ground. “I’m fine guys!” her voice shurred out. She turned her head toward the two hunters and angel her (h/c) hair fell down onto her face covering her eyes a little. “I’m just giving the floor a hug I mean were always hurting it by stepping on it, I really think we need to just be friendly with it.”
Dean laughed quietly to himself “So now we know (n/n) is a hippie drunk. Cas who was already on his knees helping (y/n) up smiled softly at his drunk friend. “Yes we do happen to step on it a lot but I’m sure it will forgive us.”
Suddenly the (h/c) haired female had an idea, “Let’s play truth or dare guys!” She yelled out surprising Cas which caused him to let go of her and she stumbled a bit before grabbing a near by chair and sitting in it. “Nope sorry princess but it’s bed time for you.” Dean spoke a groan was geared from the female as she pleaded to ber friend “Please just one round.” She held up one finger to show how many rounds she wanted to play that night “And then I’ll go start to bed, scouts honor.” Dean sighed knowing he would regret agreeing toward the drunk female. “Fine.”
Show where along the game, the four friends ended up choosing dare which caused them all to have to drink a full bottle of liquor.
“You’re bossy and short.” Sam complained to Dean who was to busy flirting with a piece of pie which he had taken out to eat but his drunken mind confused the pie with a hot female and he just started flirting with her. Cas was in the corner of the room petting a baby duck which he was dared to get and he kept on telling it what soft fur it had but the duck didn’t mind the attention. And (Y/n) Oh well she was crying and petting the floor telling it sorry for being mean all those times she and the boys walked on it to hard.
Just then Crowley popped in. “What in the bloody hell is going on here?!.”

Time for Revenge

Thank you to @dabthesinaway @steffid101 @ravenagainstthemachine @watermelonsinmyattic @yourestillnotmytype-58 and the two anons for responding and wanting a 2nd part. I hope everyone enjoys the egos getting some revenge, and I can assure you that after this, things go back to normal (well normal for the egos). 

This is the 2nd part to All Egos Must Die for those of you who haven’t read the first part
And now, it’s…

Everyone looked at Anti, fear in their eyes. They’d seen him at his lowest point, but this was somehow far worse. His eyes were pitch black and his smile was twisted and maniacal, like every piece of sanity had been erased from his mind.
“You’ll all help, right?” his voice was barely audible underneath the crackle of static.
Surprisingly, Chase was the first to speak up after finally working up the courage to enter the room.
“We’re just teaching him a lesson, right? This isn’t going to end with him… dead… is it?”
Every pair of eyes flicked over to the shaking man in the doorway, playing with the brim on his cap. He was crying again, tears streaming down his face, as he desperately tried to slow his breathing. The static in the air seemed to die down into an occasional crackle.
“He might end up hurt, physically or mentally, but not dead, and I promise he’ll never to mock us again after we’ve finished,” Anti started to approach Chase, his arms stretched out, inviting him in for a hug, “are you with me?”
“Yes,” Chase’s hoarse voice choked out as he ran to Anti, allowing the glitch to envelope him in a hug.
Schneeplestein stared in shock. Anti was always a hugger, but he’d never shown this kind of compassion to anyone before, especially not to Chase of all people.
“Ok zen,” Schneeplestein readjusted his glasses as he stood from his seated position, walking over to the two, “I’ll join in. No von, not even ze von and only Jacksepticeye, makes my good friend cry.”
Soon, Jackieboy was on his feet, fists against his waist in a heroic position, as he stated that he would join the fight, and Marvin was willing to offer his magical expertise to aid them. Even Robbie, the newest ego, smiled at Anti.
“Don’t want… hurt… but I’ll help,” he muttered.
After a group hug, everyone started to plan their attack. Tomorrow, they would take their revenge. 


“I’ll see you later,” Signe called from the front door as she headed out to meet up with Marzia for a girls day out.
“Don’t forget my snacks,” Jack shouted back as the door closed.
He was ready for a productive day of recording, eager to get into the swing of his daily routine. Everything was already set up ready, but Jack still needed to choose the game.
“Hmmm, how about Slime Rancher?” he asked himself aloud, knowing there was no one around to answer.
“Good choice,” Marvin appeared beside Jack, causing him to jump back and almost fall off his chair.
“Jaysus, Marvin!” Jack’s hand was on his chest as he panted.
“Sorry, buddy.”
Marvin sat down on the floor beside Jack, urging him to continue as if nothing was any different. He played it all off as wanting to watch his creator play a few games. Occasionally, a couple of blue sparks would crackle around him as Marvin worked on charging his magic to its full potential.
“Distraction one activated. Calling in the hero,” Marvin whispered.
With a loud pop, Jackieboy Man appeared on the other side of Jack, this time causing the Irish man to fall to the floor. He landed on top of Marvin with a loud thud, and both egos burst into a fit of laughter.
“Please stop this, guys. My heart can only take so much,” Jack chuckled, unaware of their hidden motive.
“Can’t a hero pop in to say hi to his favourite human?" 
This was when Jack started to get suspicious. The grin that Jackieboy and Marvin shared was too familiar, and not in a good way. 
"Ok? Well, you can join Mr Magic whilst I finish this one video,” Jack could feel chills up his spine. 
Something was wrong, and for once, it wasn’t the YouTuber himself who was causing chaos. 

One video down and Jack allowed himself to calm down and talk to his two oldest egos. They seemed genuinely happy to have ‘bonding time’ with him, and Jack completely forgot about the uneasy feeling he had before, until the lights flickered and cut out, plunging the room into darkness. Marvin let out a fake scream and Jackieboy Man clung to Jack, feigning fear. Jack, on the other hand, was relatively calm. After the various thunderstorms recently, he’d been expecting a power cut, but what he hadn’t expected was the sound of his recording room door locking from the outside.
“Signe?” he waited for a response, possibly a giggle from his girlfriend trying to prank him, but instead, he heard a laugh with an evil tone that unnerved him.
“Guess again?”
“Henrik?” Jack was confused.
First it was Marvin and Jackieboy, now Schneeple? What were they all doing here?
“Very funny, doc. If you let me out, you can have another video?” Jack teased, which only made the others in the room smile wider.

A small ball of blue energy rose to the ceiling, illuminating the room. Jack’s blood ran cold as he could finally see the recording room as he realised he was no longer in the company of just two egos. Jackieboy and Marvin were directly in front of him, stood together as they both stared behind Jack with giddy expressions. To his left, Robbie was holding his head in his hands, blood dripping from the base where it would have connected to his neck, and Chase was to his right, Nerf gun in his hand and finger poised on the trigger. Behind Jack, giggling, was Anti, his blue and green eyes glowing. In his hand was a knife, the very same knife he held in the 'Kill Jacksepticeye’ video.
“Well looks who’s back,” Anti taunted, “and guess what?”
Jack spun to face Anti as he held his hands up then gestured to the room, all of the egos taking another step towards the man in the centre.
“They all follow me.”
With a lighting fast movement, Anti was at Jack’s throat with the knife as Chase stared him down, aiming the Nerf gun between his eyes. Marvin concentrated on keeping the blue energy in the air to provide enough light and Jackieboy held Jack’s arms behind his back. Robbie slipped out of the now unlocked door, heading to turn the power back on as Schneeple entered.

With another pop, Jackieboy Man disappeared from behind Jack, appearing on the other side of the door so he could lock it and stand guard. Jack thought he could run, but as he ducked under Anti’s arm and span around, he was met with Dr Schneeplestein, a scalpel clutched tightly in his right hand. Marvin disappeared the moment the lights came back on, leaving Jack with Chase, Anti and Schneeplestein,
“Vant to explain zat video?” Schneeple spat, his voice much darker than usual.
“You think it’s acceptable to bring up my family?” Chase moved to lean against Schneeplestein, his Nerf gun once again aimed between Jack’s eyes.
“Do you enjoy making us feel like nothing but puppets for your entertainment?”  Anti stood behind Jack, his arm wrapped around him so that he could still hold a knife to his throat.
“G-guys, I c-can explain…” Jack stuttered, trying not to move.
He could feel the sharp edge of the knife digging into the soft skin on his neck. It stung as it pierced the skin just enough to draw blood, but a small enough cut to heal very quickly. Everything in that video had been a joke, and he thought the egos knew that. He didn’t realise his actions and words could cause so much harm to the three egos stood before him.
“You made him cry you know? Chase was heartbroken,” Anti’s mouth was close enough to Jack’s ear that he could feel his warm breath in his neck, “I’m not even here because you killed me…”
“Ve are here because he is our friend, our family, and vhen you hurt von of us…” Schneeple took a step to his left, allowing Chase to take centre stage, a sadistic smile, identical to Anti’s, plastered on his face.
“… we all seek revenge.”

A few screams later, Jack had a deeper slit on his neck and a few smaller cuts on his arms thanks to Schneeplestein. His body was covered in bruises from the Nerf bullets and his voice was hoarse from begging for them to stop. He could feel Anti’s corruptions tearing him apart from the inside as his body glitched in it’s place. Eventually, all three took a step back, leaving Jack on the floor of his recording room, gasping for air.
“Don’t you even think about mocking us again,” Anti glitched out of the room.
“Ve vouldn’t vant a repeat of today, vould ve?” Schneeplestein crossed his arms as he glanced to Chase.
“To quote a very good friend of mine,” Chase’s voice started to glitch and stutter in the same style of Anti’s, “well I hope you’re happy.”
One final bullet was fired at Jack, hitting just the right spot to knock him unconscious. Marvin and Jackieboy reappeared to help Schneeplestein carry Jack into his room, leaving him on his bed. Thanks to Marvin’s powers, when Jack regains consciousness, everything that happened should seem like some horrible nightmare, and every cut and bruise should be healed, although the pain will remain. 

Back at the Septicego house, Anti was washing the blood off his knife when the others returned. Schneeple immediately dragged Robbie into his makeshift clinic to stitch his head back on, again, and Marvin collapsed on the couch, exhausted from using so much magic to constantly teleport people in and out of the room. Jackieboy had an arm around Chase, reassuring him that he did a brilliant job and he should be proud of himself. Anti smiled to himself. There were many occasions when he hated the others, but in times like this, he was proud to call these other strange figments his ‘brothers’. Now all they needed to do was wait until Jack woke up. He’d probably be traumatised for a few days, but that’s exactly what Anti wanted. He wanted Jack to be filled with so much guilt and regret that he would be forced to confront them and apologise, at which point everyone would smile and act as though they were perfectly ok with it. Psychological torture, the best kind.

Everything turned out perfect and they all got the sweet revenge they needed.

anonymous asked:

The espada throw a party! Can I get some headcanons for what each of them would be doing / how they would react?

Ohh, what a nice idea, anon! Sounds like fun, let’s do it.

E S P A D A   P A R T Y !

1. Starrk and Lilynette

- Starrk loves the idea of a social event and, needless to say, Lilynette is enthusiastic about it as well. It’s a great chance to bond with their fellows!

- While she would hit the dancefloor, Starrk chooses the most comfortable chair, grabs a bottle of whiskey or stout and gets boozed up. He is too lazy to dance or play party games, but he can be persuaded to play a round of skat.

- When it’s his turn to pick a song, he wishes for some good old country rock while Lilynette requests Umbrella by Rihanna four times in a row.

- For snacks they bring chicken wings and hot sauce.

- Starrk wants to leave early because he’s tired, but Lilynette whines until he agrees to stay a little longer. They both eventually fall asleep right next to a loudspeaker.


2. Baraggan

- He isn’t too excited about the event but decides to attend anyway. But instead of having fun he spends the first half of the evening sitting in a corner, judging the others for their childish behavior. Then he discovers there are seven different premium wines and starts drinking.

- As soon as he is drunk he starts making dad jokes. They just keep coming. Nobody thinks he’s funny but Baraggan doesn’t even realize he isn‘t being listened to.

- All the songs he requests cannot be played. They’re not included in the playlist because they’re only available on phonograph record.

- He brings stale cookies and Werther’s Original candy.

- Eventually he passes out drunk and nobody manages to wake him up again.


3. Harribel

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Talk the Talk

Also on AO3.
This is a direct sequel to We Don’t Have to Choose Just One, and it will definitely make more sense if you’ve read that one first.  It is also the @miraculousfluffmonth  Aug 18 prompt, gaming.


Marinette hopped out of her chair and did a little victory dance when the computer declared her the winner.  Chat was reasonable certain she had no idea how adorable she was.

“You’re killing me, Princess.”  He grinned to take away any sting from his words.  He really didn’t mind losing, not with the little show she gave him.  The butt wiggle was one of his favorites.

“You picked the game, knowing you’ve never beaten me,” she said, turning toward him.  Her eyes narrowed a bit as she focused on him.

“I’ve been practicing,” he insisted.  "I thought I had a chance.“

"Kitty litter,” she muttered, making it sound like a swear.  "You wanted me to win, didn’t you?“

How did this girl read him so well?  Oh yeah, she was amazing.  "Can’t pull anything over on you, can I?” he asked sheepishly.

She returned to her chair and shook her head.  "Nope.  I forbid it.“  She smirked, then turned serious.  "You seem nervous tonight, Kitty.  What’s wrong?”

He sighed, worried about how this was going to go.  He had a whole new respect for Ladybug, who had been willing to bring it up initially.  "There’s something I need to talk to you about… and I’m kind of afraid.  This could either ruin things between us, or make them even better.“  

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Pills & Flowers (ian x mickey fic)

milkovicked this ended up being way longer than i intended, but here you go. based on this prompt:

“ian asks mickey if he will go pick up his meds and mickey agrees and then ends up deciding that he’s gonna go all out and get ian chocolates and flowers and shit because he sees a flower stand on the way back to the house and there is flustered embarrassment when the flower person asks about his girlfriend and he has to explain who they’re for and same thing with the chocolates and obviously ian loves that mickey wanted to be spontaneous like that (i’m sorry i really want fluff okay lovey fluff)”

If anyone wants to shoot me a prompt for an ianxmickey one shot, head over to my ask box :)

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“Have you taken your meds yet?” Mickey says, almost out of habitat this point, as he walks over to grab his mug of cold coffee from the kitchencounter.

“I will, I will.” Ian responds, waving him off, preoccupied with playing peek-a-boo with a delighted Yev.

“Nah, man, the doctor said you had to take them every day, come on.” Mickey reaches to open the cabinet where they kept the little orange bottles.

“Fuck the doctor.” Ian mumbles quietly, but Mickey hears it anyway, and sighs.

He walks over to the table, where Ian’s sitting, facing the squealing baby.

It’s shit. Mickey hates all of it. Mickey hates how the pills make Ian feel like he’s not self-sufficient, like he’s sick or crazy or messed up. Like he can’t take care of himself. And looking at how Ian’s staring blankly at the table right now makes him want to flush the pills down the toilet. He wants to just make Ian feel better and the most aggravating part is that he doesn’t know how to do that.

It used to be different. Ian was always clear on what he needed, on what he wanted from Mickey. It was just that Mickey was too scared, too defensive, to give it to him.

But now that Mickey’s let that all go, now that he wants to give Ian everything he can, he has no idea what it is Ian needs, and it makes him want to punch a fucking hole in the wall. Not knowing how else to communicate this to Ian, Mickey hesitantly lets a hand fall on Ian’s shoulder and squeezes it gently.

“Hey, come on.” Mickey says, his voice softer now, as he sets the bottles on the table. “I know it sucks. A lot fucking sucks right now.”

Ian turns to look up at Mickey and gives him a little smile.

“Okay.” He says, simply, and starts opening his pill bottles.

“What?” Mickey stares at him, his eyebrows shooting upwards. “What, it was that fucking easy this whole time?”

Ian laughs, easily, and it actually makes the knot in Mickey’s stomach unclench a little. “I know I’m being a pain in the ass about the whole med thing. I know I have to take them; I just hate it. I hate that I have to be medicated just to feel normal.”

Mickey takes a seat next to Ian, pausing for a second to wipe some drool off of Yevgeny’s chin.

He’s about to respond—not that he knows what he’s even going to say—when Ian empties the second bottle into his open palm.

Only one red pill falls into Ian’s large, freckled hand.

“What the fuck?” Mickey exclaims and grabs the orange bottle to look at the date. He groans. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

Ian looks at him, the expression on his face somewhat amused.

“We forget to refill them again?” he asks, already knowing the answer.
“Yeah,” Mickey nods, cussing himself out inside. If Lip knew he forgot again, he’d give him that whole speech about how Ian should be staying at home “with his family” again. “I’ll just call the pharmacy, I don’t think you need to get another prescription.”

He fucking hopes Ian doesn’t need another prescription because it would take at least a week before they could get an appointment with that fucking doctor—the one who seems to have a permanent stick in his ass—and Mickey knows that after a week without his meds, Ian would not be doing well.

So Mickey leaves the room, with a kiss to the top of Yev’s head and another squeeze to Ian’s shoulder.

As he leaves, he sees Ian shrug and swallow the last pill. At least he’s good for today.

When he returns, it’s with a relieved grin.

“Good news: no need for a new prescription. Should be ready in twenty minutes. You can just grab ‘em and be back for lunch.” Mickey says, easily falling back into his seat.

“Great.” Ian nods, with a smile, but something’s not right. Not there.

Mickey sighs heavily and leans forward.

“Okay, out with it. What’s wrong?” he demands.

“What? Nothing,” Ian lies. Mickey raises his eyebrows, because, seriously? Is Ian really going to try and lie when it’s just so obvious? The way his voice goes up, the way he gets all twitchy, Ian has more tells than a rookie at a poker game on 12th Avenue.

“Spit it out.” Mickey waits, crossing his arms.

Ian sighs and averts his eyes away from Mickey’s face, instead choosing to focus on how Yev is avidly playing with a set of keys in his high-chair.

“I don’t know. It’s just…that old geezer who works down at the pharmacy always gives me these looks like…I don’t know.” He repeats, wringing his hands uncomfortably.

Mickey thinks he knows what’s going on.

Ian’s ashamed of needing the pills, of having to go there and sign his name and basically admit that he can’t function without those chemicals.

“Okay, I’ll go.” He says, simply, already getting up.

“What? No, Mickey, it’s fine, I can—” Ian rises as well, trying to stop Mickey, who’s already got his shoes on.

Mickey smiles a little to himself and then shrugs at Ian, to indicate it’s no big deal, whatever.

“Nah, man, I promised I’d bring Yev over to see Svet anyway—she’s been bitching about it for god knows how long—so it’s on my way. I’ll be back in about an hour, yeah?”

It’s not exactly on the way, but it’s close enough, and it’s not like it would make a big difference anyway.

To Mickey’s complete surprise, Ian plants his lips on Mickey’s cheek and murmurs, “thanks”, when he pulls away.

“Yeah, whatever.” Mickey shrugs again, trying not to let Ian see the blush that’s creeping up his face. Instead he focuses on Yevgeny, and getting him into his shoes and sweater.

“Here, let me.” Ian says, plucking Yev out of Mickey’s arms. “You’ll need to have the prescription number, otherwise they won’t let you get them, ‘cause they’re not under your name.”

“Oh, right, yeah.” Mickey nods and goes off to grab the now empty orange bottles on the table. Once he’s copied the number off of them into his phone, he’s about to go and grab Yev to leave, but he pauses at the doorway, and watches Ian interact with his young son.

“And you’re gonna get to go see your mommy and you can tell her how much fun you had with your daddy. Right, Yev?” the baby squeals happily as Ian fits his pudgy arms through the sleeves of the sweater. “Yeah, that’s right!”

Mickey can’t help a smile sneak onto his face as he watches this scene unfold in front of him. But then Ian looks over at him and smiles, and says to Yevgeny, “looks like your daddy’s ready to go!”

“Yeah, yeah, alright, come here.” Mickey says, picking up Yev and settling him into stroller. He turns to Ian to say, “back soon,” and is rewarded with Ian’s hand ruffling up his hair. He scowls at him like he’s pissed, but Ian just grins because he knows he isn’t.

Mickey finally leaves, and begins heading over to the local pharmacy they’ve been using. Originally, Ian wanted to use the piece of shit place down the street, where Mickey used to do deals in the bathroom when he was fifteen, but Fiona was adamantly against it. When Mickey surprisingly sided with his sister, Ian agreed to get his prescriptions sent to the CVS down by where Sheila Jackson used to live.

So that’s where Mickey goes now, and he walks in looking like quite the sight, with a sleeveless flannel shirt sticking to his back thanks to the merciless weather of Chicago in July and knuckles reading FUCK U-UP as his fists clench around the stroller.

An old lady with a lilac parka and a walking stick shoots him a look that is half-terrified and half-judgmental and Mickey grinds his teeth together. Who the fuck does this old bitch think she is, seriously?

When she doesn’t take her eyes off of him, he unclenches his jaw and shoots a sharp, “Can I fucking help you?” at her. Her eyes widen and she quickly scurries away—well, as quickly as old women can move.

Mickey smirks to himself and approaches the counter.

“How may I help you?” the elderly man behind the counter asks in a monotone.
“Uh, yeah, I’m picking up a prescription for Ian Gallagher?” Mickey says, uncomfortably. He doesn’t really know how this shit works—Ian’s always picked up his own meds, though usually with Fiona or Lip or someone with him.

The man scrutinizes him from behind his glasses and Mickey shifts from foot to foot, awkwardly.

“You’re not Ian Gallagher.” He says, and Mickey automatically wants to retort that that’s none of his fucking business, but he restrains himself.

“Yeah, I’m just picking it up.” Mickey really wants to just get the fucking pills and get the hell out of here, and he’s starting to see why Ian hates coming here.

“Do you have the prescription number?” the old man asks, still looking at Mickey skeptically.

“Yeah.” Mickey says, and pulls out his phone to recite the number at him. After this, the man rolls away on his chair to retrieve the prescription. With another glare, the elderly man hands over the small paper bag and has Mickey sign for it, and then Mickey turns away to go.

“Jesus, what is it with these fucking geezers?” Mickey mumbles to himself under his breath.

He’s quicker to get over to Kev’s house, because he doesn’t want to linger. He just wants to drop off the kid and get the hell out of there before a Gallagher spots him.

After four insistent knocks on his former business partner’s door though, his patience is wearing thin.

“Hey, open the fucking door!” He yells. “Or I’m leaving the kid on the fucking front porch!”

He’s about to slam his fist on the door again when it swings open. Kev’s there, looking flustered and out of breath.

“Oh, uh, Mickey! Good to see you, man! What are you—?”

“Save it, man.” Mickey shoots and pushes the stroller inside. “I don’t care that you’re banging my wife.”

“I—what?” Kev sputters, but Mickey ignores him, because Svetlana’s just come into the room.

“I drop him off Wednesday.” She says, simply—no bullshit, no small talk.

“Not at fucking midnight this time either.” Mickey warns, but when Svetlana nods instead of retorting, he sighs and says, “thanks.”

This seems to surprise her, but she nods again and leans forward to take Yev out of the stroller.

Mickey turns to leave and Kev follows him to the door.
“Uh, leaving already? Why don’t we, uh—?”

“Seriously, dude.” Mickey faces him once he’s outside. “It’s not me you have to answer to.”

And with that he leaves, the paper bag still clutched tightly in his left hand. He’s glad he got out of there quickly, but he thinks it too soon, because as his luck would have it, he hears a familiar voice calling, “Hey! Mickey!”

He doesn’t bother to cover his groan as he turns around again.

“Jesus fucking Christ, weren’t you supposed to be back at school?” he says, because God, will he ever get rid of Lip Gallagher?

“Chill the fuck out, I was just picking up my mail.” Lip responds.

“Right, well, if that’s all, then I’ll just be on my—”

Before Mickey can walk away, Lip cuts him off.

“Are those Ian’s?”

Mickey feels a primal growl rising in his throat.

“Yeah.” He says, almost like a challenge, like a ‘so what if they are?’

“You picked them up?” he asks.

“Well, since I’m the one fucking carrying them, I’m gonna say yeah, I did.” Mickey scowls at him.

To his surprise, Lip grins. “Alright, alright, just kinda threw me off. Catch you later.”

And then he turns away from Mickey and walks away. Mickey looks after him for a minute, wondering what the fuck kind of interaction that was, but then shakes it off and starts heading home.

He cuts across the park to make his trip shorter—not that you could really call that piece of shit a park. He remembers coming here with Mandy when they were younger, just to get out of the house, to get away from the stench of whiskey and the echoing yells coming from their parents’ bedroom, but it’s not like the park was much better. Sure, some kids would be there. But it was mostly drunk homeless men sleeping on the benches, and wafer-thin cokewhores sucking guys off behind the swings.

It’s pretty much the way Mickey remembers it. There’s a bearded man rambling on about communism to thin air, and a girl with yellow teeth and a wasp’s nest for hair approaches him, but he quickly waves her off.

“Hey, um, would you wanna buy this Star Dust?” a female voice asks, almost nervously, and Mickey spares half a glance at the small brunette before shaking her off and continuing to walk.

“Nah, I’m off the stuff. And you’re gonna need to be way less obvious if you don’t want your ass thrown behind bars.”

“What?” the girl asks, and Mickey actually stops to look at her. She’s skinny, but not heroin-skinny, and her cheeks are full and rosy, and from the look in her big brown eyes, she really has no idea what Mickey’s talking about.

Then he looks down at what she has in her hands and a grin spreads over his face. Flowers. They’re flowers.

“This is what you meant?” he asks, pointing to the white roses in her arms. She nods, unsurely.

And then Mickey starts to laugh. Because what are the odds that he stumbles across some naïve girl trying to sell flowers in this part of town?

“Um…does that mean you’re gonna buy some?” she asks, still looking at him unsurely.

“Depends.” Mickey says, still grinning. “This all you got?”

She looks more eager now, and she shakes her head. “No, my truck’s right there.” She points, and Mickey looks over—and sees a huge truck, parked on the curb at the end of the park, painted a bright pink, with Carly’s Flower Arrangements written across it in cursive writing.

He almost starts laughing again, but instead he walks over to the truck with the flower-girl, a grin still on his face.

He’s never been one to buy flowers before. But then he remembered the look on Ian’s face when Mickey told him he’d go get his meds for him, and he just feels like he should. He wants to. Even though he can’t fix Ian, can’t save him, he needs Ian to know that he loves him. He never has before—god knows he’s done the complete opposite—but now Ian needs him, and hell if Mickey’s going to let him down.

The brunette jumps into the truck and opens up a window, much like a food truck, or Lip and Kev’s old ice cream truck.

“So you Carly?” he asks and she nods.

“That’s me! Hey, out of curiosity, what did you think I was trying to sell you?” she asks, a smile now spreading across her face.

“Well, you said star dust, so I kinda assumed.” Mickey says, shrugging. She still doesn’t seem to understand, just shaking her head.

He furrows his eyebrows at her.

“You know…star dust? Snow? Gutter glitter?” he shoots them out like they’re members of One Direction and he’s a 12-year-old girl.

She just looks even more confused.

Mickey snorts. “Crack. You know? Cocaine?” he says, slowly, and then grins as the girl blushes crimson when understanding crosses her.

“Oh.” She mumbles.

“Yeah, you might want to reconsider your names.” He looks back at the park, where the homeless man has started yelling at a tree. “And maybe your location.”

She lets out a little laugh at this. “Yeah, that might be a good idea. You’re the first guy who hasn’t either asked me for a blowjob or told me that I’m Stalin reincarnated.”

Mickey shrugs. “What can I say, I’m a gentleman.”

She laughs again. “Well, it’s appreciated. So what can I get for you, if it’s not crack you’re after?”

“Fuck, I don’t know.” Mickey says, scratching the back of his neck. How the hell is he supposed to know what kind of flowers Ian would like? Would Ian even like flowers? Is that ridiculous?

Carly spares him from his inner worry.

“Tell me about her.” She says, softly.

He looks up at her. “Tell you about who?”

“Your girlfriend. The girl you’re buying these flowers for. Tell me about her. What’s she like? It’ll help, trust me.”

“Oh.” Mickey looks down and shifts from foot to foot, which he does a lot when he’s nervous. “Well, see, it’s not exactly like that.”

“What do you mean?” She asks, and the confused expression she was wearing a minute ago returns.

At this, Mickey smiles a little, because she reminds him a little bit of Ian when he was younger, when they first started hooking up—the oblivious kid who grinned at him from behind the glass, his stupid red hair hanging in his stupidly cute face.

“I mean, his name is Ian.” Mickey says, confidently. “He wears a lot of shitty plaid, and he’s obsessed with superhero movies, and he hates the smell of sandalwood, and he smiles like a little kid but he fucks like a wild animal.”

He grins when another blush takes over Carly’s face.

“Right. Sorry.” She mumbles.

“No worries.” He shrugs. “Any ideas?”

“Oh! Yeah!” she exclaims, suddenly chipper. “I got just the thing.”

She turns around and Mickey’s left waiting awkwardly in front of a giant ass pink flower truck, not really sure what to do with himself.

When she returns, she’s holding a small bouquet of simple long white flowers. As Mickey looks at them, he realizes they’re actually kind of perfect for Ian.

“What are they?” he asks, unable to hold back his curiosity.

She smiles, pleased with herself. “White dendromium orchids. I call them White Butterflies.”

Mickey stares at her and blinks. “You can remember that but you don’t know what star dust means?”

She laughs. “You want them or not?”

Mickey grins back. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll take them. He’ll like them. How much?”

She smiles softly. “Just take them.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I figure I owe you one. I’d probably end up arrested if it wasn’t for you.” She jokes, wrapping the flowers up in newspaper and handing them to Mickey. “I hope your, uh, boyfriend or, uh…” she stutters, awkwardly, and then pauses to take a breath. “I hope Ian likes them.”

“Thanks.” Mickey says, genuinely, beginning to walk away. “And do yourself a favor?” he calls back to her. “Don’t try to sell fuckin’ flowers in the South Side!”

With that, he leaves, shaking his head a little, incredulously.

It’s not a long walk till he gets home, and when he closes the door behind him, he hears Ian call, “Mick? Is that you?”

“Yeah!” he yells back, walking into the kitchen and dropping the paper bag on the table, just as Ian walks in.

He’s obviously just gotten out of the shower, as his hair’s dripping wet and all he’s got on are a pair of jeans. Not that Mickey’s complaining.

“Since when do you read the newspaper?” Ian snorts, looking at what Mickey’s clutching in his left hand.

“Oh. Right. About that.” Now Mickey starts to feel a little awkward, but he still holds up the flowers and pushes them towards Ian.

Ian looks down, confused, but then realization dawns upon him and he stares at Mickey, his eyes wide in shock.

“Are these—?” he starts to ask, but Mickey cuts him off.

“Fucking take them, would you?”

Ian beams, wider than Mickey’s seen him in a while, and launches himself forward to press his lips on Mickey’s. Mickey stumbles backwards in surprise, but then melts against him, his hand automatically finding its place on the back of Ian’s neck. It’s exactly what Mickey will never admit that he loves—sweet and soft, yet fierce and full of emotion and Ian playfully bites Mickey’s bottom lip before he pulls away.

“Thank you.” He says, resting his forehead against Mickey’s.

Mickey shrugs. “They’re just flowers. Whatever.”

Ian laughs. “You’re an idiot.”
“Hey!” Mickey says, defensively.

Ian just laughs again and pulls Mickey back to him, so he can mold their lips together again.

“Don’t get why you’re so into all that cheesy shit.” Mickey mumbles when they come up for air.

“Then why do you do it?” Ian asks, cheekily.

Mickey shrugs it. “’Cause you like it.”

Ian looks at him, like he’s trying to figure something out.
“What?” Mickey asks, uncomfortable.
“Nothing.” Ian responds, still smiling, and wraps his arms around Mickey’s waist, nestling his face into his neck and then murmuring against the soft skin there, “love you, too.”

Dragon (Josh Diaz x Reader)

Request: Josh Diaz imagine where the reader gets taken by the dread doctors and he saves her ? but make it all cute & lovely 😂

A/N. I changed it a little, just because the doctors didn’t seem to have much interest in the chimera’s after they made the beast, so instead the reader was caught by Gerard Argent. I hope you like it :) (Part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5)


You woke up with a pounding headache and a bruised skull. Your jaw was swollen, and one of your wrists was broken. Your fingers twitched, and your hands burst into flame, the green fire casting shadows against the walls, but it did nothing against the rubber covered wires suspending your wrists above your head.

“That won’t work.” Gerard Argent walked into the room, standing in front of you and crossing his arms.

“Bull shit.” You glared at him, the heat of the flames intensifying. “I’m a fucking dragon, I can burn through some copper wires.”

Almost as soon as you said it, there was a hiss, and a hose on the ceiling shot a stream of water onto your head. And not a gentle stream. This was a fireman hose, with enough pressurized water to snap your neck.

The next time you woke up, still hanging from the ceiling, you were dripping wet and your neck was killing you. Your top was gone, leaving you in a black bra and your jeans. Before you could get disgusted over the old man who had removed your shirt, you noticed the series of wires taped to your stomach, running go a car battery on a table nearby.

“What the hell?” Your hands twitched, wanting to pull the wires off your skin, but they were still suspended above your head. Your wrist ached, and you wondered why it hadn’t healed yet.

“The electricity stops the healing.” Gerard said, coming down the stairs. “And if the room heats up too much that hose will douse the fire. Clever, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, I’m so impressed with the way you’ve made me completely helpless.” You snapped.

He smiled. “You’re very clever. Why are you running around with Theo and his pack? You have to know all it will do is get you killed.”

“I’ve already been killed. Theo brought me back.” You shifted your weight, wrapping your arms around the wires above your head.

“True.” He nodded. “How did he do that exactly?”

You shook your head. “A beta can’t betray their alpha.” You bit the inside of your cheek as your palms started warming up.

He nodded. “But he isn’t a real alpha. And you aren’t a real beta. You aren’t a werewolf at all. I know you’re half dragon, but I can’t figure out what the other half is. You’re quite the puzzle.”

“I am. That’s why Theo brought me back.” You smiled.

“I see. Shall we see how long that lasts?”

“What?”

He turned the dial on the battery, and electricity ripped through you, making your muscles twitch and convulse. You threw your head back and screamed, and Gerard stumbled back from the force of it, as it made the entire house shake on its foundation.

“Banshee.” He growled, stepping forward and snapping your neck again.


“We need to find her.” Theo snapped, looking at the other chimeras. “Where could she be?”

Theo glared at Josh. He had ordered that the chimeras only travel in pairs, so that they could keep each other safe if the beast or the dread doctors attacked. Josh was supposed to take you to your apartment and then go straight home, since it was only a block away.

“I walked her home like you asked!” Josh said immediately. “I swear, she got home fine.” He crossed his arms defensively, but Theo could smell the nervousness and guilt rolling off him.

“Then something happened to her.” Hayden said. “She wouldn’t leave home with the beast on the prowl. She’s smarter then that.”

“How would you know?” Josh snapped. “You spend more time with Liam then you do getting to know the pack.”

“Shut up Josh.” Tracy growled. “Focus on the problem at hand.”

Cory looked thoughtful. “Maybe she–”

A piercing scream cut him off, and all five chimeras froze, looking around.

“It’s (y/n).” Theo said, looking around the room. “Let’s go. Now.”


It was easy for Tracy to paralyze the hunters guarding the house, and the pack found their way into the basement effortlessly. Theo led the way, watching for traps, and he froze when he saw you.

You swayed back and forth on your feet, held upright by the wires around your wrists. Your eyes rolled back in your head, and blood dripped from your nose, staining the black electrical tape covering your mouth.

Hayden’s mouth dropped open and she took a step forward, arms outstretched. Theo grabbed her arm and pulled her back.

“Those wires are live.” He warned, drawing everyone’s attention to the cables running from the car battery to your body.

“On it.” Josh stepped forward.

“Hey (y/n).” He said quietly, standing in front of you. Your eyes opened slowly and you moaned. “Shh, I got it.” He pulled the wires away from your stomach, wrapping his hand around the ends and letting the electricity flow into him. “Damn girl, this is good stuff. Why are you hogging it all?” His eyes glowed purple and he hummed.

You snorted, rolling your eyes weakly.

“Josh.” Theo snapped.

Josh rolled his eyes and used his claws to cut through the wires around your wrists. You slumped forward, and he stumbled back to accommodate the weight.

“Damn (y/n), throwing your naked self at me? Already? I thought you said you’d rather die then go out with me.”  He teased, pulling the tape off your mouth. “By the way, that is a gorgeous bra. I love lace.”

“S-shut up Diaz.” You said weakly. “I’d rather stay here with the h-hunters then date your s-sorry ass.”

“Yeah, sure.” He rolled his eyes. You tried to push him away, but your limbs still weren’t working properly. His arm tightened around your waist.

“You’re shaking.” He said quietly. “Just wait a second alright? I’ve got you.”

You nodded, letting your head drop onto his shoulder.

“Can you shift?” He asked. You’d warm up a lot faster if you could shift.

You shook your head. “I’m all w-wet.”

He nodded, and his hands ran up and down your back. “Okay. Come on, let’s get you out of here. This place is creepy as hell.”

“Y-you think?” You stammered, letting him guide you to the staircase. “You have no idea.”


You walked out of the shower in your apartment, towel drying  your hair, to find that the chimeras were all in your living room.

“What are you guys still doing here?” You asked, a little too sharply. “I said I was fine.”

“We don’t want you to be alone.” Cory said quietly. “So we decided that we’re going to have a pack sleepover.”

“You have no say in this.” Tracy added when you opened your mouth to protest. “Theo is out buying snacks, and then we’re watching a movie and crashing on the floor.”

“And if you and Tracy feel like having a half-naked pillow fight, we won’t complain.” Josh added from his place sprawled out on your couch. He winked when you growled at him. “I would suggest you put that black bra from earlier back on. That was hot.”

“Oh really?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. Your eyes flashed bright green, the pupil slitting like a cat’s. The scales on your cheekbones and temples flashed in the fading light, and green flames started to dance over your fingertips. “Get your shoes off my couch Diaz, or I’ll show you how hot I can be.”

His eyes widened and he dropped his feet onto the floor, a small smile tugging at his mouth. You rolled your eyes, accepting your unwanted visitors for the night. Theo returned with snacks, and everyone sat down to watch a movie. Tracy and Theo were sitting on one comfy chair, and Hayden and Cory were on the floor, in the nest of blankets you’d brought from your room.

Josh took up the whole couch, arms and legs spread wide. He wasn’t even paying attention to the movie, instead choosing to play a game on his phone. You walked over and sat down on top of him, laying back to that you completely covered him. He opened his mouth to protest and you pressed your palm against his leg, letting it heat up until he flinched.

You didn’t even make it halfway through the movie before Theo turned it off and made everyone go to bed. Hayden took your place on the couch, Theo and Tracy lay snuggled up together, and Cory curled up into a ball in the corner of the nest and passed out instantly. You stretched out on the floor, Cory pressed against your back, Theo’s back in front of you.

“Move shorty.”

The warmth that was Cory disappeared, and Josh lay down against your back, his arm draping over your stomach.

“What are you doing?” You asked, turning around to glare at him.

“Hey,” he held up his hands defensively. “You’re still full of electricity, I just wanted to make sure I absorb it all.”

“That is the worst excuse I’ve ever heard.”

“Mhmm.” He nodded, laying back down. “But you’re too tired to argue.”

You sighed, wiggling backwards into his warmth. “That’s true.”

You had to admit, you felt a lot safer with an arm wrapped around you, surrounded by your pack, then you had when you’d been in the apartment alone. Josh sighed and his arm tightened around you more, nuzzling into your neck, and you closed your eyes and fell asleep.

Tsukishima Kei and the Worst Day Ever

It took a little bit, but it’s done! My gift fic for mephalasturm who won my fic giveaway! You said Tsukishima & the duo were your favorite, so I hope I delivered… A fic in which the first and second years play a tabletop game together and poor Tsukishima has to deal with the idiot duo being in idiot love. (ao3)


The room is dim, lit only by candlelight. Ennoshita’s voice is soft and deep, cracking only occasionally. Kei is impressed; if he was trying to affect that deep a voice his would be cracking every second sentence.

“Your quest, should you choose to accept it, will be to pass the snow-capped mountains and shatter the Ice King’s hold over the ancient land of Ennoshima—”

“Enoshima?” Hinata interrupts.

Kei’s eyebrows draw together in frank annoyance. Why did the second years let them play again? “Are there snow-capped mountains on Enoshima? No. This is a fantasy game.”

Yamaguchi’s shoulders are shaking, and it’s only then that Kei realizes how stupid he sounds defending Ennoshita’s imaginary land of Ennoshima. He tries not to show that he’s realized it, straightening up in his chair.

“Just listen,” he tells Hinata.

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Summary: What starts out as a game slowly shifts into a small whirlpool of jealousy. 

Members: Jimin x Reader

Type: Fluff/little angst

Length: 1,886 words.

I just want to thank the lovely @haniwritesbtsstuff for writing this for me because I honestly had writer’s block and didn’t know what to do for this request. If you don’t already follow her, you definitely should because her writing is amazing <3

Also keep in mind that the Admin search is still open until next weekend! Here is the post with the information! Requests are always open and the request a drabble if you’d like~

-Admin Jojo

Originally posted by sugutie

You tapped your fingers distractedly against your book, opened in half over your favorite table in your favorite café in Seoul.  It was the perfect day, nice temperature, cloudy skies and a hot and steamy chocolate in your hand. The only thing missing was your favorite person in the world in front of you, stirring that over sweetened-coffee he loved to order every single time.

‘Ah, this boy.’ You sighed, darting at the door, expecting to notice his faded orange hair cross the threshold and run towards you mumbling apologies. You returned your gaze to the book. You never minded waiting for him as long as you had something to read, and you had a really good book between your hands, so you just focused on the main character and her struggles to survive, and forgot about the rest of the world.

Two seconds after you started reading you felt his fingers on your sides, tickling you mercilessly.

You let out a yelp, turning around your body.

‘I was hidden, Jagiya~!’ He whispered, removing his face mask with a swift movement. Immediately, he flashed a wide smile and pouted at you.

‘You disappointed me… I thought our love was strong enough for you to recognize me anywhere’

You looked at him closely. There was no way you could have recognized him even if you looked for him attentively.

‘Park Jimin… How am I supposed to recognize you when you’re wearing a cap, glasses, a face mask and a huge scarf?’ You laughed wholeheartedly. He had taken his disguise pretty seriously.

‘You’re right, but what about my thighs? Aren’t they easily recognizable?’ He faked up indignation, letting himself fall on the chair with a deep sigh.

‘Jimin, sweetie… Do you really want me to check every man’s thighs out until I find yours?’ You looked intently at him, your lips curling in an impish smile.

He frowned, scrunching his nose in a cute way.

‘You don’t really have to… Why, do you want to check other people out?’ He teased, leaning over the table with a wide smile that reduced his eyes to beautiful crescents.

‘Actually I was talking before to a really handsome stranger…’

‘Jagi… Stop it, we both now that’s a lie.’ He chortled at you, and you gave him a death stare. In response he just smiled again and got up, running to the counter to order. He started talking animatedly with the barista, who had recognized him immediately and was fangirling out of control. You watched as he signed an autograph to her, even though he wasn’t allowed to do it. He brought his index to his lips, signaling her to keep it a secret.

He returned to your table and placed a piece of cheesecake in front of you, keeping a steamy mug on his other hand.

‘She was really pretty, right?’ You asked putting a hand in front of your mouth so he couldn’t see your amused expression.

‘Who?’ He answered distractedly.

‘That girl you just talked to, Jimin…’

‘Oh, I didn’t notic…’ He stopped halfway, lifting a brow. ‘I mean, yeah she was really beautiful. But, speaking of pretty girls… Today we started rehearsing again and… Seongdeuk included some major changes’

You looked at him repressing a smile while he stirred his coffee, taking a sip and closing his eyes with delight.

‘I still can’t believe how you keep ordering that disgusting thing’. He grimaced, mockingly offended. ‘I’m sorry, Your Highness; please do continue telling me what changes included Song Seongdeuk-ssi’

He positioned himself in the chair, expectantly. He was putting a great act.  

He lifted his hands theatrically.

‘Girls.’ He said, rejoicing in every single letter of the word. You raised your brows in disbelief. He looked like a little kid and you couldn’t help yourself so you just smiled at him.

‘Ah, Jimin-ah. Should I be worried?’ You pouted at him and for a moment he seemed to ponder whether you were serious or not. You tried to encourage him with your eyes, but he wasn’t really keen, so he just cleared his throat and continued.  

‘Y-yeah, believe me, you should.’ He snickered, brushing his hair nervously.

‘Well, so what are you doing in the performance? Is it a sexy dance or something?’

‘Yeah, it’s for House of Cards… it includes chairs and girls. So you can imagine… There’s a few of them that are really attractive, and their legs… wow, longer than… than…’

‘Please, do me a favor and don’t finish that sentence.’ You cracked up, unable to repress it.

‘You can laugh now if you want, but you won’t laugh when you see the performance. I don’t even know if you’re invited anymore’. He pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. You moved your chair closer to his, patting his tight softly.

‘You’re right Jimin, I don’t know if I can watch that… You change completely when you dance.’

‘I know. I’m really sexy.’ A wide smile immediately brightened his face and you just rolled your eyes. ‘All the dancers told me today that I have a great presence on stage’.

‘Oh, please. Don’t be so full of yourself… It doesn’t really matter how much you pretend you’re a lady-killer on stage, we both know the truth.’ You teased, winking at him.

‘I can pick up any girl in this room.’ He straightened his back, bringing his right hand over his heart.

‘Yeah, you can pick me. But I don’t think that proves a thing and Jigaemaewouldn’t like it either.’ You wondered at his enthusiastic expression, he was already looking around, searching for someone he could talk without causing too much of a ruckus.

‘Aren’t you a bit too excited at the perspective of flirting with another girl, Jimin?’ You said, taking your phone out of your pocket.

‘Why, are you jealous Jagi?’ He smiled satisfied, but you focused your gaze on the phone, scrolling down the contacts list.

‘Jagi? What are you doing?’

You looked up lazily, and you started typing a number.  ‘If you can pick up any girl from this room then I can call any guy in my contact list. I think I have Jackson’s name somewhere…’

‘Jagi, I’m getting up… and if I get up and start talking to a girl there’s no way back to how things used to be between us.’ He said, throwing back his chair dramatically and trying to hold up a burst of laughter.

You put the phone on your ear. ‘Jackson? Yes, this is Y/N!’

‘I am done; I am so done with you Jagi. You don’t know how to play this game.’ He took your phone and kept it in his pocket.

‘You’re mad because I know way too well how to play it, Jimin.’

‘Let’s make it more serious then! One round, Deathmatch.’ He stated with a serious face. ‘I’ll choose a random guy and you a girl. The one who gets their number first pays dinner.’

‘We have a deal!’ You accepted, shaking his hand vigorously. ‘But if I win we’re going to that restaurant you hate.’

‘No, we’re not. That’s off-limits.’ He whined.

‘Pick a boy… And stop complaining, you set the rules so you’re not allowed to object.’ You mocked him.

‘Ok! I choose the one in a blue shirt that is studying.’ He giggled as he pointed at him discreetly. ‘Good luck with that one!’

‘Then I choose the French girl in the table right beside us. Good luck with her!’ You patted his back and his mouth hung open.

‘This is foul play… she probably doesn’t even speak Korean!’ He moaned, begging you to change your mind, but you didn’t. You wanted to win.

Grumpily he got up, and went back to the counter to have some space to maneuver, you thought, since the girl was way too close to your table. You saw him buy some more cake and walk confidently towards her, a dashing smile illuminating his features.

You felt a prick in your heart.

It was jealousy.

You tried to recompose yourself, looking at the guy he had assigned you. He was completely absorbed in his books, and probably wouldn’t give you a second look even if you tried. You checked Jimin, who was already trying to communicate with the girl. She was smiling, and you had to repress the urge to go to their table and kiss him in front of her.

Grabbing your mug and your book, you headed in his direction, breathing deeply to control your nerves.

‘Excuse me.’ You said with a high pitched voice. You almost cracked up at that, remembering how Jimin used to say it, but you managed to keep a straight face.

‘Yes?’ He answered dryly, not even bothering looking up to you.

‘I saw you from my table. I know you’re studying… I didn’t mean to bother you but I am intrigued… ’ You giggled softly, with a mellow tone. He definitely looked up to you this time, his eyes gleaming all of a sudden.

‘Oh, please. Take a seat. I’m Kim Jeonguk.’ He offered his hand, smiling candidly. You darted at Jimin; he was looking at you too. He didn’t seem pleased, but kept talking with the girl, who was scribbling something on a paper.

From the corner of your eye you saw him twitch in his seat. You tried to focus on this Kim Jeonguk, but it felt terribly wrong. He was talking about the exam he was preparing and how you were saving him from a really boring afternoon. You just smiled and nodded, trying to forget about Jimin talking with another girl a few meters away from you.

You couldn’t do this.

This game was not fun anymore.

You got up, bowing and mumbling an apology to the guy, and walked towards Jimin quickly. You noticed he was doing the exact same thing, saying goodbye politely. You just reached him and grabbed his hand, leading him out of the café.

‘Did you get it?’ You asked out of breath.  

‘No.’ He said, pulling you closer in a tight embrace. You sighed nuzzling against his neck.

‘You’re a liar, but I love you so much.’ You noticed him giggle softly.  

‘I am not lying…’ He said in your ear, but you heard a rustle sound behind him. You just hugged hum tighter, he was too good. ‘But, does this mean you were jealous?’

You stepped back at him to look him in the eye, grinning widely.

‘Yes, Jimin. I was jealous.’

He bit his lower lip, and tilted his head back. He looked proud.  

You kissed him softly, and he squeezed you, lifting you in the air.

‘I’m so happy right now, Jagi.’ He confessed.

‘I am too.’ You recovered your mischievous smile, and he looked worried at you.

‘What’s wrong?’

‘Now that I made you this happy… Does it mean you’re going to buy me dinner at that restaurant?’

‘Oh, hell, no. I won. I got her number, forget about that place and let’s just have dinner at home’.

‘Please, Jimin. You flirted with a girl right in front of me!’

‘The aegyo is strong with this one… But I won, so it’s a no-no’

‘Jim…’ He cut you off, placing a sweet kiss in your forehead.

‘Whatever you want, Jagi ~’

Haikyuu characters watching horror movies
  • Hinata: would think it would be totally cool watching a horror movie but hides under a blanket and whimpers like a puppy when the ominous music begin playing
  • Kageyama: says that watching horror movies would be a stupid thing to do and every time a jump scare would happen, he would dig his fingernails into the couch and wouldn't sleep for the night
  • Tsukishima: would agree that horror movies are a waste of time but would be frightened when a jump scare came on, but he would quickly brush it off with a shaky voice how it was nothing
  • Yamaguchi: would cling to the nearest thing to him. Whether it be arm, wall, lamp or couch. He thought it would make him more tough but the only thing that it made him was sleep deprived from being too scared to sleep
  • Noya/Tanaka: would be totally ecstatic about the film. They would both just stare at the film, falling off their seat in fright from a scare and then would laugh at the scene after they recovered from shock. They would also whistle whenever there was a more sexually explicit scene, if any.
  • Sugawara: would try to get out of watching a horror movie but he would be convinced/convinced himself that it is what he wants to watch. Even during the film he would request to change movies, every time his voice gets shakier and shakier as he gets more scared
  • Daichi: would laugh at every blood cold scary scene and comment why it was funny (ex; the victim ran into a door, someone got thrown across the room) and would be comfort guarding anyone scared watching with him
  • Oikawa: would falsely make cries of distress during the films non-scary moments just to annoy anyone else around him. But when an actual scene of horror would come on, he would run out of the room screaming.
  • Iwaizumi: during the entire film, he would be leaning against his chair with arms crossed and an annoyed expression on his face about how dumb and easily avoidable the situation could have been in the film
  • Kuroo: would be the one to mock the actors or killers in the movie. Giving them stupid dialogue even during jump scares. He wouldn't be extremely effected by the film, just amused.
  • Kenma: would get distracted after 10 minutes of the movie and play on his phone, looking up every time there would be a scream but then return to his game mumbling how dumb it was
  • Bokuto: would choose the scariest horror movie he's ever heard of and would claim how easy he would watch it. He wouldn't last watching it and would hide behind his chair with a pillow fortress. Every time someone would get close to him after the movie, he'd scream "DON'T GET ANY CLOSER TO ME"
  • Akaashi: would be forced into a horror film and roll his eyes every other scene. He would just be bored out of his mind during the film and would request to watch something else next time
"Sorry" *Liam Dunbar Request*

Sorry for requesting again but could you write a Liam imagine where we’re on a night out somewhere and Garrett and Violet turn up to hunt Liam and he tries to protect you while protecting himself but there’s a twist in it :).

I’ve been looking at this for a while trying to figure out a really good twist and I think I got it. But I ask for your forgiveness from this point on.

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“Really, bowling?”

Liam interlaced his fingers with mine, “You said you wanted a normal date.”

“Yeah but when I said that I meant maybe dinner and a movie.”

“Are you bashing on an all American sport?”

Scoffing slightly I mumbled “Hardly.”

“Can you please try to have fun?”

Sighing I realized I was coming off as slightly agitated. “Only because its you asking?”

“Now where is that smile I love to see.” Liam pushed opened the door allowing me to enter first.

“Don’t push it.” I scoped the area, glancing for any signs of people we may know.

“How about you find yourself a ball and I’ll get the shoes?”

“You know my shoe size?”

Liam had already made his way to the front desk completely ignoring my question, shrugging I made my way to the racks that housed a few neon balls. It was harder than I thought finding the perfect weapon, some were too heavy and others had holes that were either too big or small.

“Looks like you’re contemplating your life.” I felt a familiar hand on my lower back. Spinning around I managed to drop the bowling ball in my hand but it was quickly caught by Garrett.

“Hey.” I threw my hands around his neck “What are you doing here?”

“Well I heard Liam make plans and decided that it would be a good idea to tag along.”

“He doesn’t know you’re here?”

“He does now.” Liam’s voice echoed behind me. Completely ignoring Garrett Liam gripped my elbow “Maybe you were right about the bowling thing, we could try something else.”

My eyebrows scrunched up in response “What do you mean, its Garrett, plus we could do teams, loser buys ice-cream.”

“I just don’t think it would be a good idea?”

I turned to Liam directly, my arms folding in the process. “What is your problem, you were all for it a few minutes ago. Matter a fact, this was your idea.”

“And now I’m saying it was a bad ide-”

Violet ran up surprising us, jumping on Garrett’s back “Okay, lanes are set up.” She kissed her boyfriend’s cheek before hopping off of him. “Am I interrupting something?”

“No, not at all.” I responded still glaring at Liam.

“Alright, well your names are on there.”

“Actually” Liam dragged on.

“What’s the matter?” Violet questioned.

“You see babe, they weren’t actually aware that we would be joining them tonight?”

Before Violet could respond I offered her a smile. “Its really okay, the more the merrier.” I looked over at Liam who looked less than pleased. “You guys go on without us, we’ll be there in a few.”

Looking on as Garrett and Violet walked over to the lanes I returned my attention to the boy next to me.

“Okay so what’s the problem?”

“I just don’t like him?” Liam looked from Garrett to me “It’s more like I don’t trust him.”

“And why is that, I thought you guys were cool?”

“Its just that, I found out he’s not the person he says he is.”

“And who is he then Liam?” I couldn’t take his sketchy answers.

“He’s just bad news Y/N” He glanced over to the once more “And his girlfriend is worse.”

“Liam.” I stepped back. The lighting had made his eyes appear as if they had flashed yellow for a brief moment.

Sighing he shook his head “Do you really want to play?”

I shook my head “I just want to be with you, and I wasn’t letting the fact I had to bowl to do that get in the way.”

Liam walked ahead of me in the direction of the objects of his anger. Looking back at me “Aren’t you coming?” Upon seeing my slightly lifted spirits he quickly added “Only one game.”

                                                       *

“Okay, I think its time to go.” Liam got up grabbing both of our jackets.

“But you guys won, I think that means we treat you both to ice cream.” Garrett raised out of his seat.

“I kind of just want to spend time with my girlfriend.” Liam grabbed my hand raising me from my chair.

“How about you let her choose then?” Garrett’s voiced coldly.

Realizing everyone was waiting for a response from me I slipped on my jacket “How about a raincheck?” I offered politely.

Violet walked over placing a hand on Garrett’s shoulder “Definately.” She pulled me in for a hug, holding on for longer than necessary. “Bye Liam.” She nodded to the eager to leave lacrosse player. He in turn returned the gesture.

                                                     *

As we walked out the bowling alley I couldn’t help but wonder. “We’re still going to get ice-cream right?”

“Of course.” Liam placed his hand around my shoulder, mine going around his waist. “Which are you in the mood for?” He led me across the street “We could have Hagen Daz or Coldstone?”

“Hmmm” I pretended to think “Definitely Coldstone.” I squeezed his side feeling him stiffen slightly. Laughing out “I forgot you were ticklish. Like severely.”

“Hey, stop laughing, you’re hurting my ego here.” He stopped walking, letting go of me. I stopped and turned to look at him.

“Oh stop being a baby.”

“I don’t think you understand, I’m truly hurt over here.” Walking up to him i grabbed onto the front of his jacket.

“And what can I do to help the blow?”

Liam smiled turning his cheek and tapping on it. I rolled my eyes as I moved to kiss his cheek, he turned quickly enough to capture my top lip in between his. His hand moved to my face, his hands hot against my skin earned a gasp from me.

As we separated, I looked at him baffled. He shrugged unapologetically walking forward.

                                                           *

As we exited the ice cream parlor it didn’t hit me how late it truly was until now. Sighing I walked alongside Liam.

“Hey Liam.” I whispered.

“Hm?” He glanced to me.

“I’m sorry.”

“What about?”

Before I could further elaborate Liam and Violet pulled up in a black Land Rover.

“Okay.” Violet slammed the door shut, removing her necklace “Date officially over.” She practically growled.

Liam pushed me behind him. “You couldn’t wait to take my head off couldn’t you.”

Garrett smirked shaking his head slightly “Oh, we’re not the ones that’ll be getting our hands dirty this time.”

Liam’s defensive stance straightened slightly.

From behind him I spoke loud enough to for only him to hear “Sorry.” 

More Liam Dundar Imagines

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Guest: Kudou Haruka (MM’15)

From ryu_uchida@H!O:

- she gets 30,000 yen as allowance monthly

- has no idea how much she has earned in total from mm as it’s her mom who handles all that

- is conscious about the length of her nose

- thinks that she’s the cutest in mm now that sayu has graduated  

- admits to being a total crybaby (easily cries when watching movies/reading manga; also spoke in detail about that musical chairs game)

- talked again about being able to see ghosts

- has a poster of herself in her room (something that surprises other mm members)

- poll in recently published hp mag had 17 hp members choosing duu as the one they’d like to be their boyfriend

- conversely, duu chose Yajima Maimi but sayashi would be good too

- a tad worried that hp members are starting to see her more and more as a boy

finally, something duu said about iikubo when she was a 2nd year middle school student (coming from a listener):

“unexpectedly stupid, but maybe this is not unexpected or at all surprising. she’s five years older than me but im better at studying, kanji, etc.”

apparently it was the first time that iikubo heard this. but they all had good fun with it and duu apologized profusely. she explained that she was a bit conceited at the time because of her pride as the only kenshusei among the 10ki.

The only way to burn the heart out of Sherlock: Make sure John chooses Sherlock’s life over Mary’s, John gets killed in front of him

So what if Mary is a villain in the sense that she’s an awful human being set to destroy Sherlock, but not the center of Moriarty’s web?  What if she’s just another piece in Moriarty’s game? Imagine Mary was told her mission was to keep John Watson married and devoted to her forever.  Imagine her life depends on it.  She has a dark past full of people who want her dead and she will stop at nothing to keep John from finding out the truth - even kill Sherlock.  Having a baby would keep John around as would killing Sherlock, her only competition. Imagine her motivation is purely selfish but if she doesn’t complete her task, she’ll be executed.  Makes for a more sympathetic character, yes?  How about she knows a day will come where the new “Moriarty” will force John to choose between her life and Sherlock’s - and if he chooses Sherlock, she will be forced to execute John or face death herself.  Ready for how this could play out? Alright you asked for it….

Moriarty (whomever he may now be) has abducted Mary and Sherlock and brought them to an abandoned building.  Their hands are bound, mouths gagged, and eyes covered.  They are tied to chairs, in front of a long table, sitting side by side. John receives a text from Moriarty “Come out and play, Johnny boy” and sets out to save them.  Upon arriving to the scene he is promptly bludgeoned and stripped of his weaponry.  The game master approaches and takes him through the scenario.  There are two pills presented to him - one is poisonous and the other is not.  John must choose which person has to take which pill.  This time, unlike ASiP, it’s certainly not chance, but chess.  John refuses to participate but Moriarty threatens to kill both of them if he does not choose.  One pill is red, one pill is blue.  Moriarty approaches John and tells him to hold out both hands.  “This pill is poison” Moriarty says as he hands John a bottle for his right hand.  “And this pill is not” as he hands him the other.  We do not know which bottle is poison because we did not see which color was given to which hand. But John knows and it’s time to take off Mary and Sherlock’s blindfolds.

The scene is tense as we see John struggle with having to choose who lives and who dies.  Moriarty tells him to hurry and choose. John places the red pill in front of Sherlock and the blue pill in front of Mary. One hand from each person is freed to allow them to take their “Doctor’s prescription”. Sherlock is shaken, knowing this is the end for him.  Mary is convulsing, knowing this is the end for her.  John is crying with guilt and fear.  Both take their medicine.  

“No surprise there, Doctor Watson. You rather showed your hand to us years ago.” 

“But here’s the fun part,” Moriarty continues.  “Neither of the pills were poisoned. Except the blue one should’ve been.  And you gave that one to your own wife.”

Mary is cut lose but Sherlock is not.  The knife is left near her on the table.  Mary, in a fit of rage, approaches John and stabs him in the stomach.  She escapes along with Moriarty and John drops to the floor, pooling blood.  Sherlock, shaken, yells and screams, rocks his chair back and forth, breaks free after what seems like an eternity.  Before losing consciousness, John looks up at Sherlock and says, “It’s you.  It’s always you.”

— All this is foreshadowed by TAB and the “You or me?” scenario played out by the ghost bride.  eMElia makes it seems like she’s dying, shoots a man while wearing her wedding dress (like Mary in HLV), later Sir (YOU)stace suffers from a blade to the abdomen.  John saved Sherlock’s life in ASiP because Sherlock was going to take the wrong pill.  This time around, John will make sure Sherlock gets the right one.  

Title: Gold’s Kitchen part nineteen

Summary: Rumbelle Hell’s Kitchen AU - Chef Gold makes a deal with the two rats in his office and finally chooses the winner of the Hell’s Kitchen cooking competition.

Rating: NC-17 (smut… You knew there would be some.)

Note: *cries for a thousand years* This is the final chapter of this verse and I can’t believe I finished it. I hope you enjoy the way it ends for Chef Gold and Belle. I do have a few prompts to fill for this verse, so I hope you're looking forward to them soon. Please enjoy and happy reading. [ao3 link]


Chef Gold enters his office, slamming the door behind him and the two men sitting at the couch, cower in their seats. “What the fuck?” he rages and Sidney Glass stands to his feet in an attempt at leaving. “Sit down,” Gold roars and he quickly sits.

Sidney’s legs quiver with fear and he looks like a man that’s about to shit himself. Chef Gold is more intimidating in person and Sidney never thought he’d have to face him.

“You!” Gold points at Jefferson. “What the fuck are you trying to prove?”

Jefferson swallows his fears. He didn’t come back as a contestant, he came back as a man on a mission to show Chef Gold he’s made a terrible mistake. “You fucked up!” He stands to his feet and broadens his chest, trying to appear like the bigger man, which he doesn’t have to do. Gold is a much smaller man than Jefferson, but he carries himself with pure confidence and this makes Jefferson feel as if he must show his as well.

“I should rip those fake eyebrows of your fucking face,” Gold snaps. “You are the most pathetic excuse for a chef I have ever seen. You’re nothing but an unprofessional, filthy, little shit!” Gold steps closer to him. “Don’t you know that I can see to it that you never have a good future in this industry?” His face turns red with every word he speaks. “Why would you even think about fucking with a person like that?”  

“Because you are a cheater and people need to know how you’ve cheated me.”

“This game has been organized fairly. I have never cheated anyone before, why the fuck would I do it now?”

“Because you want that little bitch Belle to win. She’s been sucking your dick to get to where she is.”

“Belle doesn’t have to suck anyone’s dick to get where she is. She’s actually an extraordinary chef and a lot better than you can ever wish to be. She and Mulan both deserve to be where they are, they’ve earned it by their skills in the kitchen.” Gold boldly states.

“I’ve…”

“Sit fucking down,” Gold snarls, cutting off Jefferson’s sentence.

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