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Credence Barebone: Runaway Part Four

I AM SORRY IN ADVANCE DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU CANNOT READ SMUT OR EVEN A BIT OF IT THERE ARE SUGGESTIVE THEMES BUT IT’S NOT VERY GRAPHIC.

Exhausted is an understatement of how Credence currently feels. His head is throbbing, throat dry from what feels like screaming, and all he wants to do now is to take a nap and erase all the pain.


But just as he’s about to close his eyes and allow blissful sleep to overcome him, the all too soft bed dips slightly at his feet. Hang on, where am I? This is NOT my bedroom. The bed’s too soft… Wait… Am I being kidnapped? Oh God, not now. Not when I’ve yet to tell Mr Graves what happens to me sometimes! But it’s soooo soft. Ughh… Just gonna let myself enjoy this as long as possible I guess.


Credence’s plan fails almost immediately when a rough hand cards itself through his hair, making him force himself to not stiffen up like a branch. What is this? Why does it feel so… nice? Wait, this isn’t going to be like comfort before torture right? Oh, no.


He shifts a bit, unintentionally leaning into the hand. But it suddenly leaves, making Credence stifle a whine and lift a hand to his mouth to bite down. However, his attempts at preventing himself from making another sound fails, as he accidently yelps when the hand travels south ever so slightly, barely skimming over his chest.


“Okay, I’m awake! Don’t touch me, please!”  Immediately, he opens his eyes and scrambles away from the hand, backing away against the headboard.


“Ah, you’re finally awake. Who knows what might’ve happened if you hadn’t woken up?” Credence can hear the smirk in his captor’s voice, and he jumps off the bed quickly, putting his hands up in a feeble attempt to look defensive.


“Now, my boy, there’s no need for that. Go back to sleep. You’re very tired after what had just happened.” The last thing the boy sees is Graves’ hand waving almost dismissively as he falls back down on the bed, closing his heavy eyes and allowing sleep to overcome him once again.

“Hngg…” Credence groggily opens his eyes for the second time that day and rubs it sleepily. Looking at the window, it’s nighttime and the city’s lights are blinding. Woah, is this how the city looks like? It’s amazing. I wish I was able to live here. He can’t help but think. Oh wait, I was offered to live here, wasn’t I? Should I change my mind?


Graves laughs in his room when he hears Credence thinking this. He should really learn to conceal his thoughts better. Silly boy. I could teach him all this and more if only he would accept my help for once…… ‘and more’, huh?


Credence gets up and peers out the window, imagining how life would be if he actually had said yes to Graves. He’d probably be sitting on this very bed, sipping hot cocoa and maybe he’d even be reading a book that Mr Graves taught him to read. Maybe Mr Graves would be sitting beside him as he slowly falls asleep and dreams of not having any more troubles with Ma or anyone else.


It’d just be me and him. But what about Modesty? No. It’s okay. She’ll be okay. Everything will be okay. If I say yes to him, maybe he’ll let me ask him about letting her stay too. Chastity can stay with Ma, though. They’re exact replicas of each other. I just need to keep Modesty safe. Safe from HER.


Credence walks towards the door and opens the door, hesitantly poking his head around the frame. “M-Mr Graves? Are you there?” Seeing a door slightly open in the hallway, he steps out of the comfort of the bedroom and heads towards the door, only to step back slightly when he hears sounds coming from the room. Credence bites his lip and decides to literally commit suicide, bending down to untie his shoes and removing them before quietly padding towards the room Graves is in. He sees his life flash before his very own eyes as he continues walking towards the entrance of the room.


Oh Lord help me, am I actually doing this? He thinks to himself, leaning against the wall just outside Graves’ quarters. He peers into the room before immediately turning back and sinking down to the floor biting his hand painfully. Holy- What is he doing? Why is he touching himself?! That’s a sin! Credence can’t help it though, as he sneaks another peek at Graves. He can feel himself hardening at the sight of Graves on the bed, and he shakes his head in denial. But he can’t tell who he’s trying to convince that he isn’t obviously, painfully horny. He only barely stops himself from reaching down, and rolls away from the door before running back to his room.  However, he’s suddenly frozen in place by an unseen force and he can’t move, the tears once again filling up his eyes. But no matter how hard he tries…he just can’t seem to move at all, not an inch.


“Credence,” Graves says from the room, his voice breathy and gravelly. “Why did you run away…? Y-You don’t have to hide anymore. I’ll a-always be there for you, remember?” The tears begin to flow freely down Credence’s burning cheeks, dripping to the floor as he tries to form words to speak. “You h-have me! Y-You don’t need anyone else…


Credence is forced to listen to the harsh breathing that comes from the room, the tears quickly drying on his face. But soon, he hears Graves swear loudly and suddenly the spell is gone, probably because he had finished and his concentration was broken, allowing Credence to run back to his room scrubbing the tears away with the sleeve of his shirt.

@amarynthian-fortress
@heyitsteash
@internalizedobscurial

IM SORRYYYYYY ;n;

there’s something in you worth loving.

you heard me.

it can be as rudimentary as the charming way you smile, or how pleasant your laugh sounds. there is something. I know how difficult it is to conceptualize; I know it’s even harder to think that these positive things, even the small ones, make up for the void – make up for all the perceived negative way we see ourselves.

to be honest there’s a lot more about us to love than what we gives ourselves credit for. it never feels like enough; we need to either be more than ourselves or nothing at all. most of the time it feels like nothing at all. but it’s not like that.

if you didn’t know it today, you are worth loving. people do love you. there are people out there that will come to love you. and there’s always time to cultivate things in ourselves that people can come to love. we’re amazingly dynamic like this.

but don’t give up.

you are worth loving.

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OTPs (in no particular order): Tsukishima Kei & Yamaguchi Tadashi

““How many did you miss?” Go on, say it to me. I only managed to stop one single spike. We played five whole sets. I’m so un―”

“I can think of a lot of words, but uncool definitely isn’t one of them!”

anonymous asked:

I'm so sorry but I'm unsubscribing. Your channel's quality is degrading steadily the past couple of months. I used to watch your videos to calm myself but now I can't even watch 3 minutes without getting annoyed of you. I don't know what happened, but if this is permanent, I'm sorry but I can't stay. I wish you the best of luck. Hopefully, I'll be able to find joy in your content again. Let's high five one last time ✋ So long, irish bean.

Hey there! That’s alright. You don’t have to like something forever and I would never expect you to. We all come and go about our lives all the time and if something isn’t for you anymore then you do you and I’ll do me.  Thanks for at least being there at all to begin with and yeah hopefully you can come back and enjoy the channel again eventually :)

Oh and *WHA-PISH*!

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Ground control to Captain Andor, AKA the Rebelcaptain Astronaut AU no one ever asked me to make

The year is 2032. It’s the end of construction to extend the International Space Station with a top-of-the-line rotating habitat, bringing the old station into the new age of space travel. Captain Cassian Andor has been on a solo mission to the ISS to install the Key To Station Operations, an AI more commonly known as K-2SO, whose job it is to manage the newly expanded station, as well as assist the crew when necessary, enabling the entire station to be run by only one crew-member at a time. 

To put the new features to the test, Cassian is to leave the station in the hands of Jyn Erso, a British astronaut send in from the ESA. She arrives two days before Cassian’s planned departure to earth, and the widely different pair take an immediate dislike to each other.

Unfortunately for them both (or perhaps fortunately), due to a critical error in K’s programming, he accidentally ejects Cassian’s return pod five hours too soon. The capsule is sent floating off into space unmanned, and Cassian is stuck on the ISS with Jyn. His only option is to wait out Jyn’s two-month mission and take the planned descend back down with her. Suddenly, they need to somehow find a way to get along for a total of 64 days.

There’s room enough on the station for them to avoid each other most of the time, but for some reason they never do; instead they get in each other’s space, his hand on her elbow when he drifts by her, her eyes always finding his as the first thing when she enters a room. Cassian isn’t sure when the feel of her loose hair tickling his throat as she floats by stopped bothering him. Sometimes he’s not even sure if it ever really bothered him at all. Jyn doesn’t remember when she started thinking of Cassian’s discarded jackets left in her workspace as an annoyance and started seeing them as signs of the kind of life she tried to leave behind on earth, but now longs for.

Without realising it, they’ve both started closely orbiting each other as surely as the station itself is orbiting the earth.

By day 17, they’ve both privately begun to understand that maybe they aren’t as different from the other as they first thought. By day 34 nothing’s been done about it, but even two people as repressed as Jyn and Cassian will have to snap at some point when pushed together in such close quarters…

cool that Julie had a super interesting conflict right there, what with Sana and Yousef liking each other, but Sana being muslim and Yousef not being muslim anymore, that this had been established as early as episode three, that we’ve been waiting for this to make a comeback, to become more important, only for the final conflict to turn out to be that… Yousef’s going on holiday to… Turkey for a few weeks?

anonymous asked:

Concept: Shawn's angry. Very, very angry.

  • HIs jaw is clenching
  • You can visibly see the way his muscles near his jaw tighten
  • His eyes, normally warm, welcoming brown eyes are darker than usual
  • His voice comes out in a low growl
  • Not a shout, not a whisper, but a growl
  • He’s keeping his distance, he won’t come closer to you
  • When you step forward, he backs away
  • And you’re not sure if its because he’s so mad he can’t stand to be near
  • Or if its because he’s afraid he might do something he’ll regret
  • Either way, it’s almost hard to hear him because he’s speaking so low
  • But you know just from the sound of his voice that he’s angry
  • Very, very angry

Happy early Valentine’s Day! This is for @whimsyalice as part of @aftgexchange!!! Yay!!! I wanted to include all your fave ships/characters, so this is more Foxes nonsense than ships! Hope you enjoy! :) 

Use this post for reference

It starts on a Monday. The locker room is a cacophony of chattering voices as the Foxes all arrive for afternoon practice, everyone still thrumming with excitement from Friday night’s win. Neil follows the group in and past the lounge. Allison and Renee have their arms linked and heads bowed together as they make their way into the girls’ changing room. Dan and one of the freshman girls are close behind them, not even pausing their lively conversation as they disappear behind the door. Andrew pushes past the door for the men’s changing room, Neil behind him. Matt and Nicky are hot on their heels and arguing about some television show as Neil makes his way to his locker.

“I’m telling you,” Nicky says. “He’s dead.”

“No way!” Matt argues. “He’s gonna pop up next season. You’ll see.”

“Are you sure we watched the same episode?”

“They can’t just kill off a fan favorite like that!”  

Neil tunes them both out and spins the combination into his locker lock. When he pulls the door open, something falls out and clatters to the floor. There’s a moment where Neil’s heart stutters to a painful halt in his chest, his breath clogging up his throat. Somewhere in the back of his mind, memories he’s long buried try to sink their claws back in. He has to close his eyes for a moment before he can focus again. Neil slowly looks down only to find a plastic knife at his feet. He blinks a few times in confusion before reaching down and picking it up. He turns it over in his hand and sees Justin Mattews scrawled in sharpie across the handle. As far as threats go, this one definitely makes the least amount of sense. Neil gives his brain another minute to come up with a possible explanation, but when it comes up blank, he holds the plastic knife out towards Andrew in a silent question.

“Neil! What’re you doing? You’re not supposed to tell anyone who you have!” Nicky exclaims from across the row of lockers.

“Murder season is finally upon us,” Matt says. “Let the chaos begin and may the best person win.”

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“Pardon me are you Aaron Hamilton, Sir?”
“That depends who’s asking?”
“Oh well sure Sir, I’m Alexander Burr. I’m at your service, Sir. I have been looking for you.”

In which Aaron is the young immigrant and Alexander the heir to the Burr legacy.

anonymous asked:

Do you know any fics with slytherin!harry. Preferably in the long range?

I have a few! I am very picky about my Slytherin!Harry, because I don’t like him to be OOC (sooo no Harry supporting Voldemort or anything like that) and I find that a lot of Slytherin!Harry fics make him into an entirely new character. I thought the following ones were very well done though!

Slytherin!Harry Recs

Leo Inter Serpentes by Aeternum (658K combined so far)- Just one conversation between two eleven year old boys goes slightly differently, and the world changes. Just how much will be different with Harry being sorted into Slytherin, and how much will stay the same?
My favorite Slytherin!Harry fic! It’s a canon re-write starting from book one, but enough things change that it stayed exciting throughout! Also Harry has a pet snake! And Snape becomes his mentor!! ALL THE GOOD THINGS!!! You should be warned that it’s a WIP. But the author is currently actively posting the 6th book, and I have hope it won’t be abandoned :)

Written on the Heart by who_la_hoop (114K)- Harry doesn’t mind that so many Slytherins from his year have returned to finish their NEWTs, really he doesn’t. It’s just – do they have to be so friendly? He’s not prejudiced, really he’s not. It’s just – they’ve got to be up to something, right? Unnerved by the attention he’s attracting from everyone – the Slytherins are the least of it, to be fair – and struggling with a raft of changes to Hogwarts itself, Harry wishes he could be happy that one constant remains: Draco Malfoy really fucking hates him. When he’s hit by an illegal love-spell though, Harry finds he has more to worry about than whether or not Blaise Zabini actually wants to be his friend. For if everyone affected has been blessed – or cursed, by the look on Malfoy’s face – with a magical tattoo revealing the name of their soulmate, what does it mean that Harry’s skin remains completely bare?
kfhdsjrg3hi SOUL MARKS!!! c;mbxneiu EIGHTH YEAR!!! rewuy,obsk AMAZING AUTHOR!!! Harry is forced to move to Slytherin!!!! Need I say more? Seriously, this fic is amazing. Harry doesn’t act super Slytherin, but he has to live there, so it counts, right?!

Malfoy Flavor by Vorabiza (199K)- Harry’s ready to banish the Golden Boy image and take charge of his life. Unfortunately for him, or fortunately, there are surprises in store for him.
Okay so this one might be a tiiiiiiiny bit ooc, but I LOVE VORABIZA’S STUFF and it’s so fun to read that in this case I don’t even care. Harry disguises himself as Dustin Snape (okay I know I also had to get over the fact that this is a horrible name) and “transfers” into Hogwarts and is a total badass and just READ IT.

Other People’s Choices by Lomonaaeren (49.5K so far)- AU. The Sorting Hat doesn’t just let the Sword go when it falls on Harry’s head in the Chamber, but also Sorts him again, this time into Slytherin. Harry is furious and terrified, and the adults aren’t helping much.
WIP. And I haven’t read it yet!!! But it looks amazing and Lomon is always amazing, so I am very excited for it to be finished. Also, if you are just looking for a Slytherin-esque (adult) Harry or Dark!Harry or Grey!Harry, she has written a ton of that in other completed fics!

Progressive Displacement by GatewayGirl (21K)- Harry didn’t mean the wish that way. From his point of view, it hadn’t even worked.
Another one I haven’t read! I just discovered it right this very moment while poking around to make this list, but it looks really good! I think Harry wakes up in several alternate realities, and he’s a different Slytherin!Harry each time. All I know for sure is that it starts with Harry taking Draco from Azkaban, and I love that <3

Cunning and Ambition by MinaAndChao (372K)- “The weak in courage is the strong in cunning” -William Blake. One small gesture and one simple sentence change lives, and through it, history. A Slytherin!Harry AU. Abandoned in the sixth book.
This series is a pretty straight-forward Slytherin!Harry re-write, and it stays pretty similar to canon. It was abandoned in Book Six.


Also soon (hopefully!!) you will be able to read my WIP, Test of Time! Harry and Draco both go back in time to just before first year, and Harry ends up being sorted Slytherin this time around. There will be Slytherin politics and Draco teaching Harry how to be more Slytherin (among many other things; this is just a side-plot), and it will diverge almost entirely from canon :D

okay, it took me a while to write everything down, but here are my thoughts and reactions to the last 19 days chapter!! (an alternative title for this could be ‘how to make people regret asking about your thoughts’)

anyway, it’s been pretty hard for me to put some order to my thoughts, because im just!!!!!!! so in love with this chapter!!!!!!!! it’s been a whole day and im still such a mess, there are noises coming out of my mouth but they’re not human, and i can’t find the right words to express how i feel because this update wAS TOO MUCH FOR MY POOR HEART

i think this might be my favorite tianshan chapter, tho it’s a very close tie with chapter 185, and im afraid i’ve been kinda all over the place, but hopefully it makes sense!! (putting this under a cut because it’s really long and there are some pictures)

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leahlisabeth  asked:

“i’ve been travelling a lot and somehow you’re in every single city i go to seriously what the fuck who even are you how are you doing this” au

Kay, so I know you were thinking Andreil and them meeting under different names - or at least with Neil having different names. Don’t ask me why that lead me to think “spy au” when it really should have been a soulmate au. (Also don’t ask me about this spy au I have no idea what I was doing, I don’t even know if they’re actually spies or it’s just a mobster thing, I don’t *k n o w*)

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There was something off about the whiskey in this city.

It didn’t seem to matter which pub he stepped into – any local brew here in Bornholm had a certain… something in the taste of it. Perhaps something to do with the cask the brew had been aged in… but he couldn’t be sure…

“What do you know of Danish whiskey?” Andrew asked, to seemingly no one. The bartender, bored of cleaning glasses, tossed him a curious glance and then scanned the room, seeing only distant guests chatting quietly by the windows. She might have answered him if he had spoken in Dutch or even English. But his question had been voiced in Russian and it was intended for the man looming behind him in the shadows.

The bartender startled when the man sat down beside him. Clearly, she hadn’t known he was there. Typical, Andrew thought, for one of Riko’s Kingsmen.

“Very little, I’m afraid,” the man answered, somehow not making any creaks or squeaks in the aged wooden bar stools. “I never grew the taste nor the interest.” A small wave of his hand dismissed the bartender, who had come over in anticipation of an order to break the monotony of her day. Disappointed, she let them be.

“Not going to run?” The man asked, curious but not thrown off-balance by the abrupt difference in their regular routine of international cat and mouse. Such grace was probably expected when running in Riko’s inner circles.

“You always seem to find me,” Andrew mused, swirling his off-tasting whiskey in its tumbler. “How is that, exactly?”

“You are stupid enough to think Riko cannot find you.”

Andrew chuckled to himself. “Riko cannot find anything I don’t want him to find.” He took a sip of his drink, then turned to his companion and looked him up and down. Grey, non-descript clothes and a wool trench coat, revealing nothing about his build, style, wealth, or loyalties (national or otherwise). He was as inconspicuous as ever. “I meant why is it you who always comes? You’ve hardly been effective at bringing me in.”

The man said nothing, did nothing, and Andrew almost laughed. “Who is it who’s found me this time? Alex, Alfons, Sven? I’ve lost track the number of aliases you’ve given to me to burn.”

“Call me Joseph.” Andrew scowled, pretending that barb didn’t dig under his skin. It was a stinging reminder that he knew next to nothing of the man Riko kept sending to pursue him – whereas Andrew’s life story was parceled somewhere in a neat little file folder and Joseph had read it. Probably more than once. “He won’t play this game much longer, you know. You’ll have to fight back eventually.”

“Will I?”

“You’re running out of cities to hide in and Riko knows it.”

“Does he think he’s running me into a corner?” Andrew finished off his whiskey, letting the burn of alcohol remind him to hold his tongue as much as possible. For Aaron’s sake. “You know the fun thing about traps? When they go off, it doesn’t make a difference who fell into them.”

“…You mean to turn Riko’s own plans against him?”

“I plan to let Riko orchestrate his own downfall and laugh from Hell when he joins me there.”

Joseph fell silent, a hand brought to his chin as he contemplated this new information. Andrew’s eye caught on the tattooed ‘4’ on his cheek and he almost reached to itch at the ‘5’ mirrored on his own face. Instead, he motioned for another drink, trying not to worry that he had revealed too much. Let Joseph scurry back to the Raven King with this warning. Let Riko be on his guard, let Riko grow suspicious and paranoid – whatever it took to keep Moriyama eyes following the wrong twin.

Even if it made his skin crawl to be made prey again, made his hair stand on end every time he felt eyes follow his movements behind his back.

Hell would be an eternal rest compared to this hunt.

Joseph’s ice blue eyes flickered back towards Andrew when the bartender brought over his second drink. Smoothly, Joseph plucked the drink from Andrew’s hand and took a quick sip of it himself. Setting it back he merely said, “Tastes like wine.”

Andrew peered in the glass, as though he would be able to see what Joseph meant by merely staring hard enough. Wine in whiskey…? After his own sip, he began to debate whether he was curious enough to google about Danish whiskey later on. He decided he wasn’t.

Joseph stood, again in such a way that no sound was made, even though the chair was pushed back against the floor. “When he sends Drake,” Andrew ignored the impulse to flinch, “you’ll know he’s done preparing.”

“Drake, huh?” Andrew drawled, remembering that the name would mean nothing to Aaron. “Will that be another alias of yours?”

Joseph violently gripped the back of his chair. Andrew had the crazy idea that Joseph would have preferred to seize Andrew’s own hair. Or maybe his neck. “Drake will know you when he sees you.” Carefully, Joseph leaned in close to Andrew’s ear and whispered, “Like I did, Andrew.”

Now that was surprising.

Andrew took a minute to stare Joseph down, scrutinized his every feature for recognition that must be there. Black hair, he thought, eyeing auburn waves. Merryhill Elementary. Sacramento, he remembered, memories of keeping his distance from all the other students and watching one other boy do the same.

“Abram…” He didn’t say it so much as the name simply escaped his mouth, running along his exhale the same way Abram had run all those years ago, in the middle of October. Everyone had called him William back then, but Andrew had noticed he never responded to it and had bullied him into telling his real name. Andrew had never told anyone else and he had never actually spoken the name aloud before now.

Not even six years after Merryhill, when he had spotted a boy bearing a striking resemblance to Abram that he almost called out. They were in Phoenix then, his foster family roaming some mall or other on the only vacation Andrew had ever seen as a child. He might have said hello, just to investigate, but the boy’s mother was yanking him away, scolding him for reckless behaviour and calling him Casper.

His eyes were brown then, Andrew thought, wary of the pale blue that barred Abram’s soul from him.

“You need the Queensguard,” Abram insisted, unshaken by Andrew’s remembrance. “Let Kevin help you.”

Andrew scoffed, unconvinced. If Andrew had heard the rumours of the Queensguard, an inner group rebellious to Riko’s Kingsmen, then Riko already knew about it. “Kevin is the one who needs help.”

“Why do you think he kept sending me to find you?” Abram finally relaxed his grip on the chair, seeming to relax now that their games and deceptions were done with. How long had he been waiting for Andrew to realize? Did he think he already had? “I told Kevin after the first mission that you weren’t Aaron and it only made him want you worse.”

“Should I be flattered?”

“You are of invaluable worth to Kevin, much more so than your brother is to Riko. Aaron is Riko’s grudge and his betrayer but you? You could be Kevin’s answer.”

Andrew glared and pressed a knife to Abram’s thigh in one quick move. “I am nobody’s answer.”

Abram pushed on, “Kevin’s Queensguard has all the pieces but he’s no match for Riko as a mastermind. You? You’ve already outsmarted Riko a dozen times over, toying with him on this wild goose chase. But Riko’s gonna tire of playing the game by your rules and when he sends Drake for you and discovers the truth, there will be nothing you can do to protect your brother.”

The knife dug two inches into flesh. Andrew wondered if he expected Abram to react with more than a blink of surprise. As one of Riko’s Kingsmen, Abram was probably used to knives, used to torture.

Aaron had been.

“You need bigger toys,” Abram insisted, backing away and off of Andrew’s now-bloody knife. Abram, to his credit, only shifted his weight and pulled his coat tighter, ensuring no bloodstain could be seen. “Come to Paris eight days from now. Meet Kevin yourself and see if you can do better on your own.”

And then, before Andrew said anything else, Abram laid some Euros on the bar and left, no limp apparent to any eye less discerning than Andrew’s. He wondered if he ought to demand more specific details on where exactly in Paris he was supposed to meet Kevin but he decided not to worry.

If he was in the city when the time came, Abram would be sure to find him.

I just got this image in my head of Sherlock after TFP. He apologizes to Molly, and she thinks everything is back to normal. He keeps trying to tell her how he feels, but he is wildly out of his element. So he googles sciency (yes I know that’s not a word but I’m gonna use it anyway) pick up lines and starts trying to use them on Molly. His attempts are… not successful.

“Are you my appendix? Because I have a feeling I should take you out.”

“Of course, Sherlock. Chinese or Italian? I’ll message John and he can bring Rosie along too!”


“I wish I were adenine because then I could get paired with U.”

“Sorry, what was that? I had my headphones in!” *giggles*


“Molly, you’re so cute you make my zygomaticus muscles contract.”

“Aw! You make me smile, too, Sherlock! You’ve become such a good friend.”


“Lets meet somewhere… you bring your beaker and I’ll bring my stirring rod.”

“Ooh, did you want to continue that experiment on the effects of temperature on bodily fluids? Sounds like fun.”


(Molly secretly knows what’s going on but she enjoys his efforts too much to stop teasing him. He deserves to sweat, after all, after everything he’s put her through over the years.)

Sherlock finally decides he’s had enough one day, and just barges into the lab, where he promptly snogs the life out of his pathologist. (Molly doesn’t complain.)